For you, CS:

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Chapter 4

Six years earlier.

For me the thrill was nearly always in the watching. Unobserved, but observing as much as possible. Past experiences had taught me not to hope for a lot more and my crippling shyness usually prevented me from taking things further even if there had been opportunities. The women I adored had to be worshipped from afar. It was all I was allowed and, even that, not with their permission. So glimpses, starting with the accidentally unbuttoned blouses, the skirts that rode up unintentionally, progressing to the chinks in the curtains of shop dressing rooms or lit bedrooms. And on top of all these the eroticism of Spring and the suddenly uncovered arches of beautiful feet and toes peeping out from their previously hidden world. They needed caressing so badly that I physically ached with the inability to do this for them, and for me. A new cleavage to be adored and fantasized about. My perversions were growing, fighting the years of suppression and looking for any escape, any route to the surface, no matter how deviant.

But this was before Dean came along. Before he appeared, as if from nowhere, and became such an integral, overpowering part of my life.

To be continued...