"Will you get that, dear?" his mother called from the bathroom.
Biff couldn't think of a good excuse for not answering, so he lifted the receiver and said hello. It was for his mother, and Biff breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Later that day the phone rang again. Luckily, his mother was near the phone, and she answered.
"It's for you, dear," she said. "It's a girl." Biff froze. His heart stopped.
"Tell her I'm not home," Biff said. "Don't be silly," his mother said, as she put her hand over the mouthpiece. "If it's someone you don't want to talk to, tell them that. But don't make me lie."
Biff saw no way out. He should have answered the phone himself. That way, he could have pretended it was the wrong number and hung up. Now he would have to talk to Sandy.
Biff took the phone from his mother. He hoped his mother didn't notice how ashamed he was as he said hello.
"Biff, it's me – Sandy. Please don't hang up!"
"Hi," Biff said.
His mother was still in the room, so Biff couldn't very well hang up on the girl. But that's what he wanted to do.
"Listen, don't be mad at me," Sandy said. "I know I shouldn't have mentioned that I saw you through the window the other night."
Biff began trembling. He was trying to think of a good excuse to hang up – something he could tell his mother when she asked what was the matter.
"I don't blame you," Sandy was saying. "If I happened to look through someone's window and saw what you did, I would keep watching too."
What was Sandy talking about, Biff wondered? He was so humiliated that he couldn't concentrate on what she was saying.
"In fact, I did peek into someone's window once," Sandy continued. "I'll tell you about it sometime."
Biff was trying to figure out what was happening. Could Sandy really be taking this whole thing so lightly?
"Biff? Are you still there?" Sandy asked.
Biff realized that he hadn't said a word. He still would rather not. He couldn't trust his voice in his shaken condition.
"Yeah," he managed to say…
"Good. I thought you might have hung up on, me again," Sandy said.
"No," Biff said.
"Why don't you came over here and let me apologize for embarrassing you?" Sandy said.
Bill was confused. He was the one who had peeked through her window, after all. So why was she apologizing to him?
"What?" Biff asked.
"I shouldn't have said anything about you peeking in the window," Sandy explained. "I should have realized you would be embarrassed."
"Oh," Biff said, still confused.
"Come on over right now," Sandy said. "No one's home."
Biff couldn't believe his ears. A few minutes ago, he was hoping he would never hear of Sandy again. Now she was inviting him to her house – and very likely to her cunt.
The two times Biff had been to her house had been disastrous. He still was embarrassed about being caught by Sandy's mother, and being, caught peeking in the window was even worse. So the thought of going there again was frightening. But the thought of Sandy's body and the things he had seen her do through her window were too much to ignore.
"OK," Biff said into the phone.
"Good," Sandy said with genuine excitement. "See you in a little while."
"Now, aren't you glad you talked to her?" June asked her son.
"Yeah, I guess," Biff said.
His mother could see that the boy was in a stupor. She couldn't know what was going on, but she knew that Biff was a horny kid. June knew what it was like for teenagers beginning their sexual careers. She could remember her own first experiences.
"I'm going out," Biff said.
"Have fun," his mother called after him.
Fun? How could he have fun when he was quaking in his shoes? Rather than looking for fun. Biff was acting like a robot driven by uncontrollable forces.
He got on his bicycle and began pedaling. His head was full of thoughts – naturally he thought about plunging his prick into Sandy's sweet cunt. But he also thought about other things. For instance, it occurred to him that Sandy might be luring him into a trap. Maybe her boyfriend would be at her house waiting to beat him up. Or perhaps Sandy's mother was home and they were planning to scold him for peeking into the window.
But nothing could keep Biff from trying to get at Sandy's gorgeous body. Now it wasn't only her cunt that he was interested in. After watching through her window, he was just as eager to have her mouth on his prick and to have his tongue in her cunt.
Since he had been so wrapped up in his thoughts on the way to Sandy's he arrived sooner than he expected.
As he rode his bike into her driveway, he was sweating and panting. He felt like a soldier about to go into battle rather than a kid about to get fucked.
Sandy met him at the front door. As soon as Biff saw her, he felt like running away. Maybe he would have if his legs hadn't felt so rubbery.
"Hi," Sandy said happily.
"Hi," Biff said breathlessly.
Sandy took his arm and led him into the living room. There didn't seem to be anyone home. But Biff was still half expecting to be ambushed by Sandy's boy friend or mother.
"Don't be so nervous," Sandy said. "I'm not going to bite you."
"You're really not mad at me then?" Biff asked timidly.
Sandy laughed. She said she wasn't and told Biff to relax.
"In fact," she began, "seeing you out there watching me get fucked made it even more exciting."
"Really?" Biff asked.
"Yeah," Sandy said. "But if I knew you were coming over, I would have sent Don home."
"Really?" Biff asked in amazement. "He isn't your boyfriend or anything?"
"Him?" Sandy asked. "No. He's just an old friend."
"Then will you…" Biff stammered.
He was dying to ask Sandy to fuck him. And when he found out that he couldn't say the word he began to get scared that he would blow his chance again.
"Will I fuck you?" Sandy asked the question for him.
Biff nodded like an idiot – it was all he could do in his horny helplessness.
Rather than answer him, Sandy crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed her jersey and lifted it over her head.
When Biff saw the girl's beautiful tits spill out, he forgot everything else in the world. Sandy's tits stood out on her chest, pointing up at Biff's face.
"Take your clothes off," Sandy instructed. Biff began undressing. This time he began with his shirt. His hands were shaking, but he finally got his shirt off as Sandy was pulling down her jeans. She took off her jeans, underpants and shoes in one operation. So as Biff began pulling down his pants, Sandy was already standing naked in front of him.
At last Biff was naked too.
Standing naked a few feet away from Sandy's bare body, his prick stiff and reaching out to her, was stupefying.
Biff couldn't move. His eyes traveled up and down Sandy's body.
It was she who moved first. Taking two steps forward, Sandy brought her naked body to Biff's.
Biff gasped as he felt his prick meet Sandy's belly. Then her erect nipples touched his chest. Suddenly, they threw their arms around each other and their lips crashed together.
His tongue slipped into Sandy's mouth as Biff felt a woman's naked body pressing against his own for the first time in his life. His prick was sandwiched between their bellies. Sandy's big tits were mashed against his chest.
They kissed deeply. And as their tongues explored each other's mouths, Biff reached down to Sandy's ass. He ran his fingers over the smooth asscheeks and up and down her ass crack.
Bill felt Sandy's pubic curls tickling his balls. He tightened his hand on her ass, squeezing the firm flesh there.
When Sandy slipped out of his grasp, Biff had a moment of fright. Was her mother home again? But when he saw Sandy sink down on the couch with her arms held out to him, he knew everything was fine.