front, her pubic hair, actually. It wasn't as if she was lying on the bed with her leg spread to give me an up close examination of her vagina. Only, this was more than enough for me to masturbate over for decades. I saw Carol naked.

"Get out," she screamed.

She jolted me back to reality and I felt dirty, sick, perverted, and guilty that I had invaded her privacy by not obeying her wishes not to enter her room. It was a bittersweet moment. Yeah, sure, it was exciting to see her naked, but was it worth jeopardizing her friendship over that? Then, when she left later that day, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the reason for her leaving.

Still the vision of her standing there nakedremained with me and excited a fire deep down inside that blazed an inferno of lust. I wanted more. I wanted her. I needed to touch and feel her everywhere, while I kissed and kissed her. I wanted to experience my cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy.

After living with her and lusting over her for six, long, frustrating years, I finally saw Carol naked. She was the first woman I ever saw completely nude. Truly, a bittersweet experience, finally getting my wish to see her naked but feeling guilty for not respecting her privacy, I always wondered if she allowed me to see her body on purpose. I'd like to think that having me see her naked was not only my special Christmas