Discovery, Chapter 5

by Sandi

After Heather's little show, I felt slightly stunned as I sat on the toilet. Heather had shown me her kitty and knew I liked to look. My God, I was so embarrassed I thought I would stay locked in the bathroom forever. Without realizing it I was rubbing my kitty as I thought about what had happened. It started feeling really good right away and I knew I would cum quickly.

Someone pounded on the door and I almost jumped out of my skin. "Sandi! Terry's mom is here!" My mother would never know how close she came to giving me a heart attack. I knew I had to go out and say goodbye to my friends. I flushed and washed my hands. Heather seemed to be right outside the door.

"Can I spend the night?" she asked.

I couldn't look her in the eye. I shrugged. "I don't care."

I'll call my mom," she said right away. "You ask your mom."

My mom was talking to Terry's mom in the kitchen. I asked if Terry and Heather could spend the night. Terry's mom said no right away. Terry had an appointment at the dentist the next morning and her mom said absolutely not even when Terry begged. "Heather went to call her mom," I said. I dreaded her saying yes, but at the same time I hoped she would. Heather came into the room.

"Did your mom say yes?" my mom asked her.

"She said if it was OK with you," Heather answered.

My mom turned to Terry and promised her she could stay another night. Terry looked pretty disappointed but said goodbye and left with her mom.

In my room, Heather acted like nothing had happened. I was a nervous wreck. "Can we camp out in your yard in the tent like we did last summer?"

"I'll ask my dad," I answered. I was so nervous I couldn't sit still. Last summer my dad let Terry, Heather, and me sleep out in the yard. He left the backdoor unlocked and the porch light on in case we got scared. We had a lot of fun. We had chips and a small cooler with sodas. It was like our own clubhouse. Heather and I laughed hysterically when Terry had to pee and squatted behind the tent and pulled her shorts and underwear to the side. Don't let a mosquito bite you on the you-know-what, Heather had called to her through the tent wall. Heather and I fell over laughing. I had a feeling this time would be different.

When my dad came home he said it was all right for us to sleep in the tent, but he was tired and not very enthusiastic about helping us set it up. Heather and I carried the tent up from the basement and unrolled it on the lawn behind the pool. We drug it back a little farther than where it was last summer. After a while my dad came out and helped us finish. He was laughing at our attempt and soon had us laughing at ourselves. He said we set up a tent like two thirds of the three stooges. When we were done Heather surprised both of us by hugging my dad. "Thanks, Mr. Michaels," she said, looking a little embarrassed as she turned and opened the tent flap.

We didn't bother with sleeping bags. It was warm enough at night that a few blankets would be fine. We spread out two, one on top of the other for a pad, and left two more to cover with if we needed. My mom drove us down to the main road so we could get pop, chips, and a bag of ice. We watched a movie in my room, then painted our nails until it was dusk. We made small talk. I don't remember what, but I calmed down and enjoyed Heather's company. I finally was able to look Heather in the face. She had a roundish, smooth face. Smooth as a baby's butt, my dad might say. Her hair was dark brown, course, and wavy, hanging just past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, like the color of chocolate, and seemed bottomless. She was darkly tanned, darker than I have ever been, and I remembered she had once told Terry and me that her mother was a Chippewa Indian. I had an incredible urge to brush my cheek against hers, to run my fingers through her hair. What was happening to me?

Inside the tent we got our beds ready then leaned the flashlight against my portable radio. We chatted and ate chips and drank pop until it was full dark. We made a last trip into the house to go to the bathroom, then we zipped the screen flap on the tent to keep out mosquitoes. We shut off the flashlight but left the radio on low and said goodnight. We lay in the dark for a few minutes listening to the night sounds of the woods, the radio, and our own breathing. I felt Heather turn and knew she was looking at me.

"I know you liked looking at me," she said. I didn't answer. "I could tell." She was silent for a few minutes. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I tried to say yes, but I could only mumble. "Do you want to see me again?" I couldn't answer. I just lay stiffly on my back. I felt Heather moving. She sat up and from the corner of my eye I saw her pull her shirt over her head. There was enough light from back porch bulb that I could see she wasn't wearing her training bra. I tried not to look, but I couldn't stop myself. Heather was smiling. She rubbed her hands over her breasts. Within moments, her rounded nipples became pointed. She slipped the first two fingers of her right hand into her mouth then used them to gently pinch and tug at her right nipple. Then she did the same on the left side. I felt like I couldn't breath. "Do you like watching me?" I think I nodded.

Slowly she reached out and put her hand on my chest. She rubbed gently until she found my nipple through my shirt then drew a circle on it with her finger. I shuddered and felt my nipple draw up into a point. She was still rubbing one of her own.

After a moment she stopped. "Want to see my pussy?" she asked. I had never used that word before. It was so naughty and exciting at the same time. I couldn't answer. With wide eyes I watched as she stood and slid her pants down her legs. When she straightened I could just make out the wispy hair between her legs. She spread her leg slightly and tried to hold her kitty open like she had earlier. "Want to look closer?" Before I could answer, she squatted and dropped to her bottom and lay down so that her kitty was facing me. She spread her knees and held it open. After a moment her hand moved closer and she gently rubbed up and down her slit. "Do you ever touch yourself?" she asked. I still couldn't answer. "It's OK," she said, "Everyone touches themselves." After a moment, her hand slid lower and she tried to push her fingertip into her vagina. She moved her had up toward her face for a moment and when her finger reappeared it was shiny and wet. She put it back against her hole and it slid in past the first knuckle. She seemed to stir it around a second then moved her fingertip up to her little butterfly. After hearing my mom and dad having sex, I knew the butterfly was called the clit. She rubbed for a moment and I suddenly realized I had turned on my side to see better.

Her whispered voice broke through my concentration. "Do you know how to cum? I can teach you." She was rubbing faster and I could hear her gasping. "Are you watching.. looking at my pussy?" Her hand was moving pretty fast by now. "Umph...yeah...look at my pussy. You want to see me cum? Umph...yeah...watch me cum. I like you looking at my pussy. Ungh, ungh, ungh." She moaned softly, and suddenly her behind lifted off the blanket and her butt cheeks clenched. Then her knees clamped together but her hand was still moving as she rolled over onto her side gasping.

She lay that way for a minute. Gradually I realized her gasping had turned to sobs. I moved up next to her. "Are you OK?" I asked. She had her eyes clenched shut and brought her arm up over her face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she cried. "Please don't tell anyone."

"It's OK," I tried to comfort her, "I won't tell. It's OK."

She continued to sob and I put my hand on her shoulder. "I couldn't help it," she said. "I just got so excited with you watching me. I'm such a pervert. You'll hate me now!"

"No," I said. "I won't hate you. It's OK." I put my arm around her to comfort her.

"Yes, you will," she said, tucking her chin down onto her chest. "I'm sick"

"No," I said, trying to reassure her. "I think you're right. Everyone probably touches them self."

After a moment, she asked, "Do you?" Without thinking, I said yes.

"Really?" She sounded like she didn't believe me.

"Yeah," I said more slowly. She looked up at me, her face wet with tears. After a moment, she asked, "Do you make yourself cum?"

I didn't answer right away and she lowered her eyes. "Yes," I finally admitted.

We lay quietly for a few moments, then she stood and put her clothes back on. "Please don't tell anyone," she said again, "I would die if anyone else knew." I promised her I wouldn't.

We lay down and soon it sounded like she was asleep. My heart was still pounding and my kitty, no, my pussy, was throbbing. As quietly as possible I slid my hand into my shorts. I was so horny I had to risk it. I didn't get to finish cumming earlier in the bathroom, and after Heather's performance, I knew it would be quick. I was already wet, so I used my finger to transfer some of the lubrication higher. I tried not to gasp, but my clit was swollen and more sensitive than I ever felt it before. Within seconds I was ready to cum. It was feeling so good! It was a few seconds before I realized something was touching my left nipple. Heather was rubbing and circling my left nipple with her fingers. I couldn't stop. I started to cum, gasping and jerking. As I did, she sat up suddenly and used both hands to gently pinch and twist both my nipples. I came so hard I swear I passed out.