/lit/ - Literature

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DaqPxppnu8McVxD85Y2sL98tLbptogn3GR_i2OVOR1s/edit?usp=sharing
It's not quite finished yet. probably needs to be rewritten a couple of times at least but if anyone could advise on what to change it would be much appreciated.

I mustn’t have been older than thirteen or fourteen at the time, as I remember this happening during the semester was being homeschooled. My father was having me rake the leaves in the front yard late one cool october night as the shadows of the houses were being stretched by the lowering sun. On the opposite side of the street the window of the neighbor’s house was suddenly flooded with light, and I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking into the inside in hopes of catching a glimpse of the private moments of another’s life. A young girl came into view and, oblivious to her audience, began to undress until she was left in only her black bra and panties. She was a year my junior, but well developed for her age. It wasn’t long before she left the room, as swiftly as she entered, towel in hand.

Crouched in my backyard behind the fence with my binoculars pressed against the knot-holes in the planks, I awaited her return. The sun now fully down, a blanket of darkness was laid upon the night. Finally the window was once again illuminated, revealing the young girl with a towel draped around her body and another wrapped around her head. Shame, anxiety, and arousal mixed together to create a very strange and exhilarating sensation. When she began to unravel the towel my hands shook, my heart raced and my breath quickened in anticipation. The towel dropped like a curtain being raised in a theater. My eyes swept up and down her exposed little body, from her damp red hair to her frail shoulders, then from her pink, puffy nipples on her small supple breasts to her tight, toned waist, down towards her small bush of flaming hair and bare thighs of pure ivory.

It wasn't long before my little show was interrupted by the sound of heavy feet on dry, brittle leaves came from behind me. My heart now raced for a different reason. Arousal was replaced by fear, and shame morphed into mortification. There was an enveloping silence that lasted either a moment or an eon.

“What are you doing out here?”

It was my father. I tried to speak but there was nothing to be said and only a timid croak escaped my throat. He looked down at the binoculars gripped at my side, raised his eyes above my head to see the voyeuristic display that was being broadcasted into the night, then slowly lowered them back down to mine.

This is the beginning of a short story I began writing today. Its about half done and untitled.

I mustn’t have been older than thirteen at the time, as I remember this happening during the time I was being homeschooled for a semester. My father was having me rake the leaves in the front yard, and I recall it being late in the afternoon, right before dawn on a cool october night. The low sun stretched the long shadows cast by the quiet suburban houses. Opposite of the street lived a girl just about a year younger than I was, though we hadn’t spoken to each other since we were about nine or ten. That night while I was out collecting leaves into piles, the lights of her room switched on and allowed me to see very clearly into it. She began to take off articles of clothes until she was left in black lace bra and pink panties, then grabbed a towel and left the room.

Crouched in my backyard behind the fence with my binoculars pressed against the knot-holes in the planks, I awaited her return. The sun had already fully fallen, a blanket of darkness was laid upon the night. Finally the window was once again illuminated, revealing the young girl with a towel draped around her body and another wrapped around her head. I felt shame, anxiety, nervousness, and arousal all at the same time. While she blow dried her hair my hands shook, my heart raced and my breath quickened in anticipation. The towel dropped like a curtain being raised in a theater. My eyes swept up and down her exposed little body, from her damp red hair to her frail shoulders, then from her pink, puffy nipples on her small supple breasts to her tight, toned waist, down towards her small bush of flaming hair and bare, pure white thighs.