It had been a good day, all things considered. Nick had made it through the test this morning, although he was a little unsure how he had gone, as he had spent quite a bit of the time covertly studying Chelsie Chambers’ back, the way her hair was tucked behind her ear, the shape of her neck, the colour of the skin on her arm, the way the muscles moved as she wrote, the line of her breast and the way it pressed against her top.

It was a wonder, he thought, that he ever made it through any of the assessments. When he wasn’t fantasizing about any one of the senior girls in his class he was usually studying Miss Harton as she stood at the front of the room, trying to find her panty line or guess what kind of bra she had on.

He had, like most teenage boys, the kind of healthy imagination for all things female and any activity erotic that would inspire a thousand pornographic movies. In any given day he would see himself bending Miss Harton over her desk and lunging into her from behind, her dark hair obscuring her face and her heavy tits swung rhythmically; watching the girl’s basketball team shower and joining them, fingering Mellony Samson under the desk in a study period in the library while she struggled to stay silent and watching his cock sliding in and out of Maria Giano’s full pouting lips as she knelt before him behind the equipment shed during lunch period.

On the way home from school he would imagine the sensuous, sophisticated executive, her power suit and short skirt scattered on the floor of his bedroom as she knelt on his bed in only her suspenders and black stockings, her makeup smudged, pulling aside her g string and inviting him breathlessly to fuck her hard up the ass. Or any number of scenarios involving Mellissa Trapper, or her sixteen year old younger sister Hayley (or both together) who lived next door to him and often caught the same bus. He particularly enjoyed the ones which took place in the old treehouse in his back yard, where he had often hidden to spy on the girls, expecially during summer when they sunbathed or swam by their pool.

Not a day went by when he didn’t have to spend some time in a toilet cubical at school frantically trying to suppress his gasps and moans as he pumped his cock, squirting his cum into the bowl, visualising the thick white globs splashing over the beautiful features of a sweet, innocent schoolgirl face. Each morning, in the shower, he would have to carefully wash off the tiles after painting them with jets of white cream as he thought of watching his older sister Jenny tied to various pieces of furniture and being molested by himself, his friends, nameless stangers and tradesmen.

In this happy, hormone charged haze, he stepped off the bus, delighted to have spent the journey home standing up on the full bus next to the seat where sat a well endowed young shop assistant wearing a tight crop top. She had grown rather restless and uncomfortable at his frequent furtive glances down her cleavage, and had spent quite a lot of time fruitlessly trying to adjust the tiny garment to restrict her exposure.

The sun shone brightly, casting dappled shadows on the pavement as he rounded the corner into his street. Remembering, once again, that it was his birthday, he wondered what kind of cake his mother would provide. Images of Mellissa emerging naked from a giant frosted sponge, creamy icing dropping slowly off her tits and clinging to her nipples sprang unbidden into his head and he chuckled to himself. His father often berated him for being in a dream world, but, he thought to himself, there’s no better world he’d rather be in.

As he crossed the street, heading for his driveway, he caught sight of something hanging from the hedge in front of the house next door to his.

It seemed to be...