I was scared that something can get wrong, it might affect me badly but I thought her boobs are worth a try. So, slowly I tried to make her comfortabl... with me, I tried to talk to her. I use to direct her to clean some places in my room and then use to ask her some questions but was not at all comfortable with me and had her answers in just one or two words. But I wanted to go further so I used to talk to her more, ask her about her life and all, so slowly she became comfortable and used to. Any idiot could have made that out. But to my luck, her parents were not home, her mom was out of town for a while and her sister went to her tuitions. His dad was at work and came late. But that didn’t change the fact that she could notice my foolishness very clearly.She looked at me for sometime, hoping that I would behave, but I didn’t. Finally gave up.“What are you doing?”“What am I doing?”“You are drooling on my boobs.”“Thats not my fault.”“Whose fault is it then?”“Yours of course!”“And. "When he said that he was looking right into my eyes as I slowly rubbed over his cock and his words sent a tingle right to my pussy. I was getting really turned-on with what we were doing and, especially, what we were talking about.I sat there wondering what it would be like to spread open my naked body for my next-door neighbor's fingers to explore outside and inside. It was one thing for a guy, his cock was completely external, it hung outside his body, out in the open, nice and convenient. But I continued, “Fuck off! People can see!” she demanded.“No they can’t” I said, “how many people can you see looking at the other windows?” and as they all had their lights on she had to admit that she couldn’t see anyone.“Right then”, and I popped her top button and up zipped her jeans.“Well they’re not coming off, but you can slide your hand in”Jane had always worn her jeans so tight they looked like they were spray painted on. Getting a hand in was easier said then done. But pushing.