CHAPTER 1

When you have a boring family like mine, you get creative. I'm not sure if it happens with everyone, but creativity hits you when you are at the very peak of boredom. Being a teenager in a neighborhood like this one, you get to spend a lot of your time staring out of the window, especially when Faye's home.

Faye was a girl that lived in the house opposite, and her family was almost the same ratio as my own, except for the fact that I had a nine year old sister. She lived with her parents and went to the same school as I did, though she was in the same year as me, we never communicated. Only exchanging the occasional hello/how are you whenever we passed in the street. She didn't know it, and thank god, but she was my hobby.

I would spend countless evenings sitting at the far end of my darkened bedroom, staring through my telescopic lens at her in her bedroom. She would spend most of her nights sitting on her bed, either talking on the phone or using it to text. I had a perfect view of her from here, and I always silently thanked whatever force it was that was at work in keeping me undetected.

My mother was a pretty good woman, a hard working housewife that was in her mid-thirties. Dad was the breadwinner, working long hours doing who knows what at an office located who knows where. My sister was an annoyance, but she always kept out of my room, so she wasn't all bad. As I began to discover my hormones I noticed that my mothers were at a high level and my Dad's were not. I could sometimes see the frustration in her eyes whenever he dragged his ass through the door, slumped down onto the couch and halfway through a beer; fell asleep.

She would do what she could to pamper herself and make herself look appealing, curling her long brown hair and taking at least an hour to do her makeup, but the only thing he had his eyes on were the back of his own skull whilst snoozing on the couch.

Faye was a beautiful redhead, with a figure that would make a man cry himself to sleep to only then dream of being able to touch a body like hers. She was perfect in all the right areas, but then that may just be my hormones speaking. Her mother wasn't too bad either, also a red head. In fact, I think her Dad was too. It was a good job Faye came out red haired, any other color and her Dad might have been walking.

I remember this night in particular as the beginning of the rest of my life. I was sitting in my usual spot peering through my lens when I saw Faye walk into her bedroom, and immediately I noticed the change. She was blonde! She had dyed her damn hair and I couldn't make up my mind whether I liked it or not. I had spent months staring at her and fantasizing about the things I would do to her, the thought of shooting my cum-load into her flaming red hair had even come to mind at some point. The red locks were one of the things that separated her from the other bimbo's at school, and now it seemed she was joining them.

I opened my bedroom door and went into the bathroom to splash some water onto my face when my mother came out of her bedroom wearing her pink silk nightgown.

''Sweetie, you okay?'' she asked me, I must've looked as dejected and down as I felt. ''I think so, a girl I like has changed the one thing about her that made her unique from the others. And I don't know if I like her any more.'' I told her honestly.

''Aw sweets, there's more than one girl out there that's unique.'' she said. ''Well,'' I huffed, ''She's the only one I've seen that has held my attention.'' I said.

I wasn't a bad looking kid by some of the standards, I was unique in my own right. I didn't follow the latest trends and I didn't watch the same TV shows as everyone else. It wasn't through choice or anything like that, I was into my own things. I wasn't a hugely popular kid, but at the same time I wasn't a complete nobody. I was a middle guy, me and my group of mates were essentially nobodies that everyone knew. While others played football, we'd play cards. It was more entertaining, at least to us.

My mother took a step forward and held out her arms for a hug, I figured why not, and responded by wrapping my arms around her waist. My head was brought into her chest and her robe opened a little, another inch or so and I'd be eye-to-eye with nipple. My mothers nipple. I did what I could to avert my gaze, but my eyes kept coming back to the same spot. The smooth spot of skin that surrounded her areola, it was reflecting the light and I felt as though I needed to either pee or stroke one out.

I pulled my head away and looked up into her wide brown eyes, she leaned her head forward a little and planted a kiss on my forehead. ''I'm not that old Mom,'' I said as I reached my head up and pecked her on the lips. She jerked her head back a little, ''My little man, growing up fast,'' she said. I smiled up at her, ''But not too fast.'' I promised.

I pulled away from her and saw her robe open a little more, and I quickly realized that I should stop trying to get a peek of nipple but to grab a peek of her landing strip. But before I could she pulled her robe shut and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Damn, what the fuck was I thinking?