Liberty and Justin 4ever

My folks asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I said “No party, I just want to stay home…”

My name is Liberty, because I was literally born on the 4th of July. Which means barbecues, and fireworks for my birthday, every year. I basically had to share it with the holiday, which was almost as bad as my friend Eve.

She was born on December 24th, so she got to share her birthday with Jesus. I complained about that, for like 12 years, so my family always asked me what I wanted, for my birthday. So, it’s no big surprise when I turned 13, I wanted them to leave me alone.

“Go on, have fun at the party,” when really I just wanted the house to myself. My next door neighbor, Justin. Well, he was literally The Boy Next Door, but lately we had nobody else to really look at. I mean yeah, we had the internet, and I started getting dick pics when I was 12.

Because my sister showed me the forum where guys would show you there dicks, if you were 12. Pedobears, there kinda creepy, but also horny in there old age, and you can’t even send them pictures back, because that would be child porn, and get the whole site shut down.

So, I just created a profile, Libby08, so they knew my birthday, and I didn’t even have to post. They can just scroll down to see my name, Libby08 is online, and click on my name to see my profile picture. Smiling for daddy on the beach, for my birthday, when I was 11. I guess that’s catfishing, using a picture that’s 2 years old. So I barely had anything under my nipples to push out the front of my swimsuit, but that was plenty enough.

Then, it turned into 2021, and they just stopped sending me pictures, because I was a teenager, and that’s too old for them to get a hardon, sending me pictures. “Huh!” Oh well, I saw Justin climb out of his window, and pull up on the gutter. Get out on his roof, where he could come around the side, and look down through my window.

I got up, and pulled out my new underwear. My mom helped me pick it out, and ordered it early, but she didn’t make me open those presents in front of the family, while she fired up the candles on my birthday cake.

I already took a shower, and put on a baggy dad shirt. Buttoned up, so I could take it off slowly in front of the mirrors. 3 way mirrors in the corner, but I could see out the window in the side one. He got out on the edge, to lean out, and get a closer look, but he’s been watching me through my window for how long?

I honestly don’t know. I never actually looked out to see if anyone was out on the roof, until I woke up one morning, and saw him up on the roof. In the morning sunlight, I clearly saw his head, and shoulders over the ridge, but he got up, and went over to the back. To climb down, swing his legs back in his window, and my heart skipped a beat.

I don’t know what kind of gutters they have back there, but they must be super strong for him to swing from. He’s 15, or 16, and full grown. I’m not sure when his birthday actually is, to know if he’s had it yet, but he’s always been a couple years ahead of me in school.

Also, he had his eyes on my sister, since she went through puberty first. Once I knew that he was going out there, to look in our side window, I caught him. Even spanking the monkey up there, laying back on the roof, in the dark.

Where nobody else could see them, unless they got up on our roof. It’s a 2 story, so I could look down over the ridge, and he might have seen my head, if he ever looked up. Of course, my sister was in the shower, so she went in the bedroom in a towel, took it off and brushed her hair dry topless.

He didn’t make a sound, but blew his wad all over his shirt, and wiped his hands off, before he zipped up his pants. Snuck back to the gutter, and climbed down to swing in his window like an ape-man. That reminded me of the monkey, masturbating in the back of the cage, when we went to the zoo. Just one, all the way in the back. The girls got together, giggling, and pointing him out, so the teacher didn’t make us move along.

Finally, I pulled on the bra over my back, and looked down to hook the cups together in front. That’s what made this special, I made sure mom bought me a front clasp bra. Even though it turned out to be uncomfortable. With my boobs pulled together, around the hard hook, which was cold, and tight over my chest.

“Huh!” I got up, and pulled down my underpants. Bending over to pick up my legs, and look at Justin leaned over the gutter, in the mirror. “Hhihn!” I stood up, and felt the puffy warm swelling. Fresh shaved today in the shower, so too soon to break out in razor rash. I felt almost like a little girl, only with adult feelings, hot erotic sensations I’d discovered slowly as I went through puberty.

My sister led the way, but tried to keep quiet across the room. In her bed, with her knees up, and the sheet stretched over them, so her fingers could work between her legs. I knew what she was doing, but I had no idea how, and I had to figure it out myself.

I turned around, and stopped rubbing my hot crotch. Slipped my fingers up over my lips, and pushed it down again, so it bulged, and rolled over my pubic bone. “Huh!”

He got up, and crawled back. Turned over and around so he could lay back. Unzip his pants in the flashes of fireworks, like lightning in more colors. Of course, they started before it even got dark, but now the bottle rockets, and mortars were thumping, and popping. Bursting with showers of sparks to settle down cooling, and dimming until the lit the next one.

I left the matching panties on the bed, right in front of the window so I could pick them up. Bend over, and slip them on. Then, I got on the bed, grabbed the window, and slid down the top. “YOU JUST GOING TO BEAT OFF UP THERE, AGAIN?” I had to yell over the sound of the fireworks.

“Uh, Libby?”

“Yeah, Justin. Why don’t you come over here, and stop teasing me with your big hard dick?” I was sick of just looking at them now. Especially dirty old men, that can only get it up if they think you’re still a tweenager. Honestly, my sister kept talking to them online. Teasing them, and they never even noticed that she’s been 12 years old for at least 6 years now.

By the time he zipped up his pants, and jumped over the fence, I had the window closed, and latched it. Too late to keep the burnt sulfur smell out of my room. I hate that smell, almost as much as I hate red, and blue. They clash, you know. If they weren’t such popular colors on flags, then they wouldn’t be such an exception for mixing colors that clash.

That’s why I made sure mom bought me underwear in Lavender, and Yellow. They had blue with red trim, red with blue trim, red, and pink, blue, and gold, but I got lavender and yellow. I always liked that color combination, and I’m even looking forward to them at my wedding.

I guess I’m getting ahead of myself, but I met him at the patio door, and covered up the keypad to turn off the alarm. One of the reasons I made sure the top window wasn’t painted shut is the burglar alarm is just hooked up to the bottom window. So, I could call him over, without turning off the alarm first.

Something Franklin said about giving up Liberty for Security… I let him in. “Uh, you’re staying home for the 4th of July?”

“Why didn’t you go out?”

“Well, I saw that you didn’t go out with your family.” He avoided my eyes, ashamed of himself.

“So, you thought you’d get a chance to watch me masturbating in bed, again.”

“Huh, yeah.” Any chance I got, I found out that if I had the light on, and it was dark. My window was almost as good as a mirror to put my feet up, and masturbate for him. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Well, now you can make it up to me.” I turned around, and bent over the kitchen table, reaching up to unhook my bra.

“You really teased me too, all these years?”

“Well, I’m tired of teasing, so get on with it.”

“What do I do?”

“Just pull down my underwear, and stick your dick in me. Huh, hurry up, I’m so horny, it’s driving me nuts!”

Consent out of the way, he wasted no time pulling down my panties, and unzipping his pants. Bumping my butt, and between my legs. bouncing back and forth until I had to reach down, grab it and push it up into place. “OH!”

I’m not going to tell you it’s a big dick. I didn’t waste time getting mom’s seamstress tape to measure it, I just needed him. “Oh Justin!”

“Libby, huh!” His hands free, he felt up front to cup my breasts, and shake them in the hand bra with his thrust.

I shook my head. “Berty.”

“Huh!” he pulled out, and humped it back in my butt crack. “Sorry.” He pulled it down again, hunting, and pecking for the hole.

“Huh, hold up.” I had to climb up on the table, turn over, and put my feet up on his arms. “Come here, big boy.”

“You’re a virgin?” He noticed the blood.

“Not any more.” I got a good grip, and aimed it back down to the hole, but.

“I didn’t feel it pop.” He shook his head.

“Never mind that, come here.” I waved him down, and pulled his arms, so he was almost on top of me, which just pulled him back out. “Uh! Get up here, and fuck me.” The table was too high, or he was too short, so he had to climb up, and I scooted back so he could get his knees next to my hips, and this time, he looked down.

I guess with my hips up, and my legs spread like that, he could see what he’s doing, but I thought that as long as I’m on my period, for my birthday. I might as well use it for birth control, and if he thought that made me a virgin for him. Of course I’m not a virgin any more. He fixed that as soon as he got inside me the first time, but you don’t have to feel it pop to make sure.

“OH!” I didn’t even sound like me. “OH! Justin! Cum in me, cum in me now!”

“You won’t get pregnant?” he almost pulled out, but I had my legs around him now, so I could cross my legs, and pull him in.

“Don’t worry about that now? I promise, just pump me full of your jizz now!”

“I’m trying!”

“Come on, you can do it!”

“I’m close, I’m close I’m gonna cum! UH! UHHHHHH!”

“Huh!” He just sank in, and I stopped. Paying attention to see if I could really feel it splash against my cervix, the way they said in the stories. Well, some stories, but I never really believed that. Yeah, it’s sensitive, but it’s not that sensitive.

“Huh!” he slipped out, soft, and a little dripped on my leg, when he back up. Climbed off the table, panting, and pulling up his pants. “Whew!” He shook his head, “How was that?”

“Great, you did great.” I just felt down from the spot on my thigh, and gently slipped my fingers in, to feel it inside me. “Huh!” He left, and i smelled a little more burnt sulpher smell before he shut the patio door. So i rolled over, held my fingers inside of me, and squatted down on the kitchen floor to finger it out.

“Huh, huhuhuh!” As soon as I saw it, mixed with blood so it was pink, I shook my head. Stood up, and went back up to the bathroom for a shower. it ran down my legs, so I washed it off, until the metallic tan was gone, and there was nothing left but fresh air, so I turned off the shower.

Lay back in the cool bathtub, and put my feet up to finger myself to orgasm after orgasm while the mortars thundered overhead like a storm. Finally, my mom, dad, brothers, and sister got home, so I had to get out.

I lost count of how many orgasms I got that night, but it was definitely exactly what I wanted. My best birthday ever, I lost my virginity, got a boyfriend, and turned into a teenager in 1 night.

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