I sought opportunities to repeat my voyeurism and I found with a little effort they did occur.
I couldn't seem to stop myself.
I even found that during stretching exercises, if I was in the correct position I was afforded a good look up Karla's shorts. On many occasions, I got a good look at her panty covered pussy, and even learned that she favored a certain pair of silky aqua colored underwear.
Though Karla never seemed to notice me looking down her shirt, a practice that ended when she began to wear a bra to practice, she did catch me looking at her legs and panties a few times. The first time she turned her body so I lost my view, but after that she merely looked away as if she didn't notice, maintaining her position. Even though I noticed this, I assumed she just didn't realize what I was looking at, and each time I moved eventually away embarrassed and trying not to let it show. Knowing Karla's history, I was merciless in chastising myself for exploiting her innocence in my mind. After practice it was pure denial for me, but each session I would again find myself looking for opportunities. Even though the guilt was overwhelming, I couldn't stop. So it was easy to understand my panicked reaction at first finding Karla snuggled intimately against my body, and now finding my hand accidentally on her breast. To feel even a hint of pleasure in this circumstance was wrong, and I knew it, and as I tried once again to pull my hand back, I knew I would remember the feel of Karla's breast forever. Still quite small, she had grown enough that she was developing the full shape of a womanly breast, if not the magnitude. The nipple area was raised and pointed, and the flesh around the nipple was swollen and beginning to take shape. My mind was in turmoil, a mixture of horror and fascination, as I slowly slid my hand away as did my body as my hand was coming free and I felt a sense of relief that I was doing the proper thing. But just as my fingers slipped past her tender breast, she reaffirmed her grip on my arm, pulling my hand once again firmly over her little bud, her butt once again wriggling up against my crotch, her back once again firm against my chest.
Looking past Karla's shoulders, I could see it was nearly 1:00 a.m. I calculated a maximum of five minutes had passed since I awoke with a start, but it seemed like an eternity. I had to make a decision. Do I continue to try and casually remove myself from Karla, while still offering some degree of comfort which she so obviously needed, or do I simply get up and move to the other bed? It was clear I needed to end this now. I was at the edge of the bed and could not move further to put distance between us. Even as I made up my mind to move to the unoccupied bed, a remarkable thing happened. Karla suddenly shifted, grinding her ass hard against my crotch and rubbing my hand tightly against her breast, then shifting it downward so I now touched her left breast. It was if she was stretching in her sleep, but the effect on me was instantaneous and devastating; in renewed horror I felt stiffening in my groin. With my hand pressed firmly into Karla's young breast, and her tiny ass driven tightly against my groin, my cock simply began to stir of its own accord. Willing it to stop, my breathing came to a halt, all my powers of concentration focused on my cock. But it was if I was a teenager again, trying not to get an erection at an inappropriate time, and finding that my awareness of the problem only made it worse.
My penis continued to swell. Had Karla been awake, there was no doubt she would be able to feel the change, and I said a silent prayer of thanks for small favors. I now knew it was time to get up.
I had lost my resolve…