Midnight Date

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“It’s always so deserted out there, you know,” Janice said. “And I always feel so naughty doing it, too.” “Yeah,” I replied. My best friend Janice had just told me that she snuck out of her house at night to explore our neighborhood.  “Of course, since it’s getting colder outside, we can’t go exploring outside much more this year.” She appeared to concede this point, although I sensed some hesitation there. “Hey, you wanna go out this Saturday night? You know, explore together?” I looked up at her. “You sure?” “Well, yeah, you’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t we?” “Okay. One AM good?” “Sure.” * I was certainly surprised that Janice wanted to streak the neighborhood this weekend. At first I was surprised that she admitted it—she was the stereotypical “good girl,” always getting A’s and B’s in school, never in trouble. I don’t think I’d ever seen her out of her school uniform, which was very conservative (read: didn’t show any skin). She always put homework before anything else, and didn’t have many friends. In fact, that’s why our parents decided to have us hang together. I wasn’t exactly a troublemaker, but I didn’t always follow the rules. I’d been yelled at more than a few times for coming home after my 9PM curfew, and my grades were always in the C range. My parents thought it would be a good idea for me to hang out with Janice in the hopes that I would pick up some of her habits, and her parents wanted her to socialize outside of school more. The “streaking” I had done started when I was 16. I was lying in bed watching the clock tick bursa escort later and later when I got the idea in my head that a walk would help me sleep. I batted the idea around for a while before I just decided: if I was still awake by one in the morning, I would go on my walk; otherwise, I would just forget it. As it had turned out, 1AM passed, and I was still awake. I climbed out of bed and started rummaging for clothes by the light of the closet when I had another thought: no one would be out this early, right? Why not forget the clothes? I sat back on the bed, feeling my dick get hard at the thought. Finally, I decided that I would do it if the temperature was at least 60 degrees. I clicked my phone on and saw the temperature in the upper right corner of my screen: 63. “That settles that,” I said, stripping my underwear in one fluid motion. I found my keys and clipped them to a Navy lanyard I got from school; it’s amazing how much free stuff employers give away for free. I grabbed a small flashlight and made my move. The way my family’s house was set up, my bedroom was off by itself. My parents had a room upstairs, and my sister was near there. My room was designed to be an office, but my parents turned it into a bedroom instead. I would pass through the living room and be able to walk out the front door without anyone knowing. I moved through swiftly and silently, taking a full minute to exit the door—an action that takes me less than five seconds when I don’t care about noise. That full minute allows me to unlock bursa escort bayan the deadbolt, ease the door back open, slip out, close the door, and re-lock the deadbolt. Once I did that, I was standing on the concrete stoop, feeling the concrete beneath my bare feet. There was a slight breeze, and I felt that all over my nude form. I padded down the walkway, then down the driveway to the street, feeling my rock-hard cock bouncing with every step. I found that I didn’t really need the flashlight; the full moon hung fat in the sky, guiding my way. I decided to head east, away from the highway. Even at this distance—easily half a mile—I could see traffic streaming by and knew it was too busy for a naked teenager to stumble upon. Most of the lights from the houses were off, but I knew I had to make sure to avoid the burning lights; if I went near those, it meant I could be seen. My first excursion wasn’t too big of a walk. I went to the end of Maple, then turned onto Oak Avenue and walked until I got to Pine Street, before I turned back and went home. But it was huge for me; every step, I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, and I kept expecting something to go wrong. When I got back to my house, I crept into the backyard and jacked next to the grill. I think I literally rubbed myself ten times before shooting in the tall grass. I snuck back inside and lay awake for another thirty or forty minutes, exhilaration coursing through my veins, and a smile on my face. I kept up my streaking on a fairly regular basis. escort bursa There were nights that I would stay up all night because I was streaking the neighborhood, and there were nights I went out once. Of course, most nights I didn’t even bother with it; how else would I explain my lack of sleep the next morning? When it became colder out there, I didn’t streak as much. But the following March, I was back on the streets, making up for lost time. I also found ways to expand; by the time Janice confessed her late-night exploits, I had been streaking three neighborhoods and had even ventured to a few feet from the highway. When I was 15, my parents had a pool and a hot tub installed in our backyard. Soon after I started streaking, my late-night exploits included skinny-dipping and soaking in the hot tub. I actually continued sneaking outside past winter to soak. Janice and I had agreed to meet up on the 21st of May, early Monday. We agreed that it would be less likely people would be out and about in the early morning hours of a Monday. To ensure I was prepared for it, I held off on my exploration the week before. Finally, Sunday rolled around. I made sure I was well-rested and I had some Monster stowed away to be sure. My parents sent me to bed at ten, but I kept myself up reading sci-fi magazines and jerking. Finally, 12:40 rolled around, and I snuck out of bed. I picked up the bag I had prepared—snack junk, Monsters, soda, and a blanket—and my usual stuff and snuck out the door. I had been doing this for so long, and I had just beaten off, so my dick was limp when I walked down the driveway and followed Maple to Yew Street. I walked the path I had memorized when I was 10, and stopped outside Janice’s house for the first time since I started streaking. I checked my watch: 12:55.

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