Subject: Sleepover
Story Codes: ff f-solo mast exhib
Diary Date: June 19, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I felt so grown up. I had just finished with middle school and was now a
high school freshman! Sure I was still a virgin, but that didn't stop me
from dreaming about sex when I masturbated. Speaking of masturbation,
doing it with your friends makes it all the more fun and what better time
to do it than at a sleepover?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Growing Up
Chapter 2 – Grocery Shopping With Mom
Chapter 3 – Skinny Dipping
Chapter 4 – Beth’s Bedroom
Chapter 1 – Growing Up
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Woo hoo! Finally... I was fourteen, finished with eighth grade meaning I
was now officially a high school freshman. Needless to say, passing this
milestone made feel me extremely mature and grown-up. I was already
taking advantage of my new social status to look down at those little
immature “grade-schoolers”. Well, I really didn’t treat them THAT bad
but you know what I mean.
On this warm June day I’d just finished taking my morning shower after
sleeping in a bit late. Back in my bedroom, I stood naked in front of my
mirror and took stock of myself with an analytical eye, something every
teenage girl does and trust me, nobody is more critical than she is of
herself!
On the one hand I was pleased with the more obvious changes that were
taking place. My body was magically transforming from that of a skinny
little flat - chested waif to one of a sexy teenage girl-next-door (with
a little help from my somewhat fertile imagination). My boobs were
finally starting to grow, my body curves showing promise, and my thin
coltish legs were taking shape. My pussy had an ever-thickening covering
of fuzzy black pubic hair that was more like fur than hair but I still
enjoyed running my fingers through it. It’s sort of funny when I look
back at things. When I was fourteen I considered growing pubic hair to
be a sign of maturity and thought that it made me look sexy. Little did
I know then that only a few years later I’d be shaving off that very same
hair which I’d waited so many years to appear!
Overall I think I would’ve been happier with myself except that many of
my friends already looked like they were sixteen or older with perky
breasts, curves like a mountain road, and long lithe legs to die for. It
was probably fortunate that I didn’t know then that I would be spending
most of my teenage years in a perpetual state of angst as it seemed I was
always at the trailing edge of the development curve. If I’d known how
many times I’d be trying to hide myself feeling embarrassed in the locker
room at school with my undersized boobs, well... I don't know what I
might have done.
As I continued to gaze at myself in the mirror I subconsciously ran a
single finger down from my neck, through my newly forming cleavage (what
little there was of it), and then down my flat tight stomach until I
reached my fuzzy little pussy. I playfully ran my fingertip through the
short coarse hair covering it, tracing circles and shivering just a
little from the sensations that I was starting to feel further down
between my legs. I was still a virgin but that didn't mean I didn’t
dream of what I wanted a boy to do to me down there.
Although I wasn't sexually active yet, I had started masturbating a few
years ago. Of course my parents had introduced me to the birds and bees
long before that. Fortunately for me, sex and nudity were nothing to be
ashamed of or treated as taboo in my family. Perhaps just as important,
it wasn't something to be flaunted either. My parents and I are most
definitely NOT nudists and I don't even like to describe us as being an
“open family” or any of the other euphemisms that people use when they
wink at something kinky going on in their homes. It seems when people
say they have an “open family relationship” that it is euphemism for
incest, nudism, and all sorts of things that I have a hard time relating
to which is why I would never describe my family life this way.
To help illustrate my point, as I stood there nude in my bedroom, the
door was wide open just as it always was. Sure, my dad was away at work
but even if he had been home the door would still have been in the same
position. While I didn't hide myself from him, at the same time I
certainly wasn't about to put on a strip show for him either. The same
concept applied when I was in the shower. My dad felt no embarrassment
or discomfort in coming in to shave or whatever if I was in the shower
and the same applied to me when my dad was in there first. There were
no sexual overtones whatsoever, we simply didn't have clothes on and
nobody made a big deal over it.
As I said, we are not a nudist family. My mom and I typically wear long
t- shirts around the house although sometimes just a bra or bikini top
along with shorts or panties were the outfit of the day depending on our
mood. I would say that about the only time we deliberately do anything
together nude is when we are in our hot tub. My dad has always imposed a
strict no-clothing rule, claiming the laundry detergents and chemicals
contaminate the water. When I was little I believed him hook, line and
sinker but as I got older I started to question how the little amount of
cloth in the tiny bikinis my mom would buy me bikini could possibly cause
a problem. It didn’t really matter I guess.
While there was no sexual activities in the tub (not even between my
parents, at least not when I was around) one thing I DID discover about
the hot tub was that the jets could feel mighty good when directed at the
right places! As I mentioned, my parents had taught me about the birds
and the bees back when I was eight. Parents teach their kids about sex
at different times for different reasons. In my case, “The Talk” was
initiated after I saw my dad masturbating in their bedroom for the first
time. To say I was fascinated would be a gross understatement. My mom
caught me spying on him which led to our first “mother- daughter” talk.
Later that evening in the hot tub my mom instructed me to hold my dad’s
penis. For the first time in my life I touched a man’s cock and
experienced the amazing transformation that happens to a man’s penis when
he gets excited. Of course with my little hands on him my dad was soon
sporting an enormous erection. Actually he is pretty average in size
but at that age my hands were pretty small so it seemed huge, especially
since I’d never seen another one other than his.
As you might expect, being only eight years old I was extremely naïve so
I had no idea what it was that was REALLY getting my dad so excited. My
mom acted as a sort of combined chaperone and mentor, watching my every
move and explaining to me what was happening in rather clinical terms.
She allowed me to stroke my dad’s hard cock until he came and for the
first time I watched up close and personal as sperm erupting from a man’s
penis. I was thrilled at my “accomplishment” but my mom was VERY adamant
that this was the only time I was to do it. Her intent was NOT to
initiate a sexual relationship between me and my dad, but for me to
simply understand men better. I can still remember the look she gave my
dad when she told him that the same restrictions applied to him too!
As it turned out, I learned that my parents masturbated frequently and
once the ice was broken with me seeing my dad, they no longer worried
about me seeing them. It was sort of like the same as being nude,
something that was not hidden but never flaunted. In fact, it was more
than three years later before I started doing it myself. As always, my
mom seemed to have this sixth sense about what I was doing and so she
made it a point to be there to teach and guide me.
Now at fourteen, masturbation is a daily activity for me, as routine as
brushing my teeth. Actually, probably MORE routine considering I
typically only brush my teeth once a day. My parents have always
encourage me to satisfy my needs whenever I felt the urge, even it was in
the family room while we were all watching TV. Still, I never feel like
I was doing it for THEM, it was only for ME. If they happened to be
around, what was the big deal? It was just masturbation, not sex.
Speaking of needing to masturbate, I hadn't done it yet this morning so I
was feeling a little tense and jumpy. It was sort of like when I needed
to go to the bathroom, something that wouldn't go away until I took care
of it. As I traced my little circles in my short pussy hair my finger
began to wander further down until I touched my hooded clit. Mmmmmmm, I
drew in quick breath as it responded the way I knew it would. It was
such an impatient little thing and I’d kept it waiting longer than usual
this morning so it was letting me know it was feeling lonely!
My desk and chair are right next to the mirror so I sat down and leaned
back in the chair, spreading my slender smooth legs apart as my hand
reached between my thighs. My other hand moved to one of my small boobs
and held it with the nipple firmly between my fingers. My nipples
hardened nicely now when I played with them and I felt a tingle as I
squeezed it between my fingers. My lower finger ran up and down my pussy
which was feeling warmer with each movement I made.
Deep inside my pussy I could feel myself responding with that rather odd
sensation I knew from experience meant it was getting moist. My finger
gently pushed its way between my pussy lips and then pressed such that it
was just inside my wet pussy hole. God it always felt incredible when
touched myself there! A million nerves must end there, every one of them
just begging for me to stimulate it. They rewarded the attention by
sending a surge that felt almost like electricity, moving outward from my
crotch to every inch of my body; from the tips of my toes to the ends of
my long brunette hair.
I gasped as for the past few moments I seemed to have forgotten to breath
as I concentrated on touching myself. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut
and I felt these incredible sensations pulse non-stop from my horny teen
pussy. Using my wet finger, I lubricated my pussy lips and then finally
my sensitive clit. Rubbing my clit, my back arched upwards in the chair
as I squeezed my boob tightly. God it seemed like I was going to go
right through the ceiling! Mmmmmmm, I just loved to touch myself this
way.
As I continued to play with myself I started to think about what it would
be like to be fucked . Making love was about the only thing my parents
did with their door shut but I’d seen enough of my dad’s porn movies to
know all about it. Nobody had ever touched my pussy in a sexual way
except me and to date the only cock I’d ever touched was my dad’s which
was now almost six years in the past... a distant and faded memory at
best. Besides, he was my dad so his dick didn't count anyway.
As I continued to masturbate I kept my eyes closed as I wondered what
would it be like to have a boy’s hard cock force its way deep inside of
me. My pussy felt so tight around my finger that I couldn't imagine how
anything so big could possibly fit! Some of my friends had already done
it and they told me that although it hurt a bit the first time, after
that it was OK and just got better each time they did it. Once again, it
was like I was the last one to do something.
As much as I liked to dream about having sex, at the moment I didn't have
anyone specifically in mind to be my first. Like, most of the boys in
grade school were SO immature. Some of my friends had older brothers who
were pretty hot. One in particular was Steve, the sixteen year-old
brother of my friend Sharon. God, how many times had I played with
myself dreaming of him – and what he could do to me! Unfortunately,
whenever I was at their house he just ignored me no matter how hard I
tried to get his attention. Sharon had told me that he dated a lot of
older high school girls so I guess I must have been too immature for him
to even notice.
It would have been easy to spend the rest of the morning this way and in
fact sometimes I did just that but that wasn’t in the cards this morning.
As I sat there rubbing myself furiously I felt a hand pressing lightly on
my shoulder. Apparently my mom had come in my room but I hadn’t noticed
being so wrapped up in my masturbating. Smiling back at her, I couldn't
help but wonder how long she’d been watching me before letting me know
she was there. She laughed softly and patted me on the head
affectionately.
“Hmmmmmm... looks like my little girl’s horny this morning... as usual,”
she teased me and I could see her knowing smile on her face as I looked
back over my shoulder at her. “Well Kelly, as much as I’d love to let you
play with yourself all morning, you DID promise to help me with the
grocery shopping today before you went to Beth’s party.”
Damn! I’d forgotten all about the grocery store! Beth was having a
sleepover with me and a few of our friends and I had indeed promised my
mom to help out around the house if she let me go. In all fairness, I
would’ve agreed to about anything to be allowed to go to Beth’s sleepover
so I hadn't even really heard her say what it was I had to do. I guess
deep down I was hoping she would forget all about it.
Reluctantly I lifted my hand from my soaking wet pussy and instinctively
sucked my pussy juice from my finger. It was hard to explain but there
was something about the taste of my pussy that I just loved. There were
times I saw my mother masturbating and I could smell her sex. It seemed
so much stronger than mine, more musky and heavy and when she came it was
especially noticeable. Sometimes I wondered what another pussy would
taste like but couldn't imagine myself ever actually licking another girl
to find out. Who knows, maybe someday my mom would let me lick her
finger just to satisfy my curiosity but so far she’d never offered.
When I sighed she just laughed a little louder, saying, “I know, I know.
Remember that I was your age once myself so I understand more than you
think. C’mon, let’s get going little miss horny girl. You can finish
yourself off later.” She saw the dismayed look on my face and just shook
her head. “You won’t die if you don't cum right now... so get ready,
ok?”
I sighed melodramatically but it was for naught as she was already
heading out of the room. I quickly went to the bathroom to wash up as it
wouldn’t do to walk around the grocery store smelling like I did. Not
that I personally cared, it wasn’t like I was all stinky with foul body
odor after exercising. Actually, I sort of liked smelling like sex, it
made me feel more grown up. Still. my mom was pretty adamant about
proper hygiene in public. If it was just around the house she never said
anything but “proper” girls didn't smell like sluts in public according
to her.
Looking through my dresser drawers, I picked out a pair of denim cutoff
shorts and a tight plain white tank top. During the summer I loved
wearing cutoffs, especially when they were cut short enough to show off
my ass which at this age was probably my best asset (sorry, no pun
intended). I don't think I'll ever forget the first time my dad saw me
in my shortest cutoffs. He looked at me, and then at my mom and said
something like, “You’re going to let her go out in THOSE?” Of course my
mom just ignored him and I got the idea he didn't really mind anyway from
the way he looked at me. I love boys to look at me but there was
something naughty about having my own dad look at me that way that turned
me on.
Even though I didn't wear a bra under the tank top, with my small boobs
it really wasn’t a big deal. At least there was a definite outline of my
boobs these days and I liked the way my dark nipples were clearly visible
through the thin white cotton. A pair of low cut socks and sneakers and
I was dressed, or at least as much as I was going to be.
I pulled my shoulder-length blonde hair back into a ponytail and grabbed
a baseball cap, threading my ponytail through the back of it and adjusted
it on my head as I looked in the mirror. Taking a final deep breath, I
headed down the stairs to where my mom was waiting rather impatiently for
me. I noticed she was wearing a rather cute short outfit herself which
showed off her long tanned legs which looked even better with the black
high heels she had on. A rather tight blouse emphasized her large
breasts and from the way her nipples were poking through and the lack of
outline under her blouse I knew there wasn't anything underneath.
“Mom!” I exclaimed with a mock sense of shock, “No bra today?”
My mother just shook her head at me saying, “Well, look who’s talking! At
least MY top fits me. You outgrew that poor thing a couple of years
ago.”
We both laughed and hugged. I knew she liked it when I wore skimpy
clothes out, especially the effect it had on the boys and men. Sometimes
I got the impression it was like she was reliving her teen years through
me. Seeing the attention I was starting to get must have reminded her of
how it felt when she first noticed men looking at her “that” way.
She whispered softly in my ear in a conspiratorial tone, “You know,
grocery shopping doesn't have to be completely boring.”
I looked up at her eyes and she just winked down at me. My mother might
be more than twice my age but she still gets her share of looks from the
guys. I knew it didn't bother her one bit to be objectified that way but
it wasn't often that she was so blatant about wanting it. I had a
feeling today might not be so bad as I thought it was going to be!
Chapter 2 – Grocery Shopping With Mom
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When we got to the grocery store my mom handed me this HUGE grocery list
and I felt dismayed as I was sure it was going to take forever to get it
all. As I pushed our wobbly cart down the aisles I got a kick out of
watching the poor husbands as they trailed their wives. They were
obviously bored out of their skulls and it was just all too easy for a
mother-daughter pair like us to catch their eye. Some of the guys would
openly stare as we walked by and my mom would just smile at them and then
wink at me. I wasn't sure what she liked most – this looks she was
getting or the attention these older guys were giving to her young virgin
daughter. Probably both if I knew her!
After a while it got to be a game with us to see how much we could tease
the poor fellows. My mom would ask me to get her something on the bottom
shelf and I would bend over at the waist forcing my tight shorts to ride
up into my crotch and into my pussy slit. Of course I knew I was being
watched so I would take my time and finally stand up and smile as if I
hadn't a clue what I’d been showing off. It was all I could do not to
laugh seeing the way the guys would quickly look away and act as if they
had not been looking.
Once a guy’s wife must have caught her hubby looking at me because I saw
her giving him this nasty look and then she literally pulled him to a
different aisle. On their way she looked back at me and frowned. Then
the bitch gave my mother a disgusted look as if to ask how could my mom
let a girl my age do such a naughty thing. My mom just smiled back at
her and then winked once again at me. We both laughed and continued our
grocery shopping.
It wasn't just me that my mom was showing off. She also was doing her
part in terms of teasing the guys except rather than bending over the way
she had me do, her favorite move was to reach up for something on the top
shelf. Stretching up on her toes showed off her legs and ass and she
would practically pose for the guys to watch her.
Seeing them stare, I was proud of my mom for keeping herself in such good
shape unlike so many of the wives who seemed to just let themselves go
once they got the ring. I knew my parents loved each other enough that
even if she didn't look so hot my dad would still never cheat on her but
it was that same love and respect for the other that they kept themselves
in shape. What kind of message are you sending your husband by making
yourself undesirable to him?
Wow, I never knew grocery shopping could be so much fun! The two of us
had a great day and I was actually a bit sad when we had crossed off
everything on our list. By the time we were done I was so horny that it
was all I could do to kept my hand from slipping between my legs in the
checkout line. My mom of course knew me well enough to know why I was
squirming – and it wasn't because I had to go potty!
My mom leaned over as the clerk was scanning our things and whispered in
my ear, “Now control yourself dear, there’s plenty of time later to play
with yourself.”
When we finished our grocery shopping she had another stop at a strip
mall where there were some specialty shops where she usually bought her
favorite breads and meats. My mom left me in the car and I wasn't about
to waste the opportunity. No sooner was her door shut than I was
pulling my shorts down to my ankles and tilting the seat back. Oh my
god, I was so damn horny by now that there was no way I could possible
wait to get home to take care of myself. As I started rubbing my pussy
with one hand, my other massaged my tiny boobs through my top. It was
so thin and smooth it was almost like it wasn't there anyway. I was
already so wet that my finger easily slid into me and I rubbed it slowly
in tight little circles just inside my pussy.
As intent as I was on what my fingers were doing I didn't pay any
attention to what was going on outside the car. Fortunately nobody
walked by, or at least I didn't notice that anyone did. It would’ve been
just my luck for some holier- than-thou mother to get her kids into the
minivan next to us and notice me and call the cops! It seemed like only a
few moments but it must have been quite a bit longer when I heard a
tapping on the trunk and looked back to see my mom waiting for me to open
it with the button inside. I reached over to open the trunk and then
pulled my shorts back up again just as she finished and opened the
driver’s door to get in. Her nose wrinkled and she grinned at me,
shaking her head with that “what am I going to do with you?” expression.
“Hmmmmmm, smells like someone’s been a busy girl while I was gone!” she
teased me. “So, I assume you’re feeling better now?”
I just giggled as I sucked my wetness off my pussy finger as I looked at
her. Like I said before, I love the taste of my pussy and it felt just
a little bit naughty somehow to tease my mom this way. This time it was
her turn to squirm a bit and I had a feeling that I knew what she’d be
doing soon after we got home!
By the time we finally got home and had put everything away the afternoon
had mostly gone by and it was getting time to get ready for my sleepover.
I couldn't wait to tell all my friends what my mom and I had done today!
Chapter 3 – Skinny Dipping
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This was our first sleepover of the summer since school had let out.
Over the past couple of years we’d held a number of them and I always had
a great time. Tonight I would be spending the night at Beth’s house with
several of our friends. Beth had been my very best friend since before I
can remember and she was practically a sister to me. We shared
everything – and I mean everything. Each of us knew the other’s most
intimate secrets and fantasies.
The only thing about Beth was that I couldn't help but be jealous of her
because she was light-years ahead of me in terms of body development.
Beth started wearing a bra when she was only eleven and these days was
already a B cup and well on her way to a C whereas I was still having
trouble justifying a training bra. She had also started her period a
full year before me and she had started masturbating first (I know
because she couldn't wait to tell me about it at the time).
Beth upstaged me yet again when she lost her virginity a few months
before to some high school boy. Even though the jerk promptly told
everyone he knew that he’d done her, it didn't seem to bother her. I
guess that’s because it made her even more popular than ever with the
boys. Nowadays it seemed she was always bragging to me about how good it
felt to be fucked and how she couldn't believe I hadn’t even at least
sucked a boy’s cock yet – another thing she loved to brag to me about.
Tonight we would be joined by Nancy, Sharon and Marianne. Nancy was a
thin blonde and the tallest of the bunch. She was a bit on the shy side
though and tended to stay in the background. Sharon was a good friend of
mine and I always looked forward to going over to her house - mostly
because of her older brother Steve. He was sixteen, a real hunk and to
say I was infatuated with him would have been an understatement.
Unfortunately, as I’d mentioned earlier he hadn’t shown any interest in
me but I was hoping that this summer, with my boobs starting to show
more, that he might change his attitude regarding me.
Sharon was also a camera fanatic and already had her entire career
planned out as a professional photographer. Her father indulged her
passion and had bought her several expensive cameras and even some fancy
lighting equipment. It seemed she never went anywhere without at least
one of her cameras around her neck!
Finally there was Marianne. Oh dear, what could I say about her except
she was the kinky one of our group. Her hair was always in some weird
style and she liked to dress in... well let’s just say “peculiar”
outfits. Nothing really sexy but just odd combinations and styles.
Somehow she’d gotten hold of some porn videos and at our last sleepover
she showed them to us. In addition to the usual sex scenes there were a
few of girls doing various animals which I thought was totally disgusting
but she seemed to be fascinated by them. Well, that was our Marianne!
There were also several of girls having sex with other girls which drew
some crazy comments and suggestions but we never actually did anything.
Together the five of us made a pretty good team and we were always
hanging around together at the mall and in school. When it came to my
friends you never knew what might happen so I was looking forward to
tonight.
My mom dropped me off at Beth’s at about 6:00 PM, right on time yet I was
the last to arrive. Beth had a this really cool in-ground swimming pool
with a diving board so we all changed into our bikinis in her bedroom.
As we undressed I felt a bit self-conscious once again because of my
boobs which were definitely the smallest in the room. As usual, I
couldn't hardly believe Beth’s – damn her boobs looked great! My bikini
top was so small and hardly needed a real cup to cover my puffy nipples
while Beth was spilling out of hers, looking like she was ready to
graduate to that C cup. The rest of the girls were generally in the A
size range, some close to B, but all of them looking hotter than mine.
At least I could be thankful that my pussy wasn't the only bare one
anymore! Like my boobs, my pubic hair was the last to appear, making me
feel like a little girl when I was undressed. Once again it was Beth who
looked the best – her lush pubic hair was now long enough to where she
had to trim it to keep it from poking out of her tiny bikini bottom.
We all headed out to the pool, passing Beth’s parents in the living room.
Beth’s mom looked at our suits and shook her head in mock despair. There
was quite a difference from last summer when we wore more modest bikinis!
Beth’s dad, on the other hand, feigned disinterest but I was sure it was
more to keep his wife from getting mad at him for staring at his
daughter’s young friends than anything else.
It was still early summer and the water wasn't as warm as it would be in
a few weeks but it was still comfortable and felt great. We just goofed
around in the pool like we were little girls again for the next hour or
so. I love swimming and found that wearing a tiny bikini always made me
feel good about myself, even if I wasn't filling it out the way I wished.
As the evening progressed though, wouldn’t you know that Marianne would
be the one to instigate something. She was standing on the diving board
about to jump in and the next thing I knew she had stripped off her
bikini and was standing there stark naked in front of everyone! We all
looking at her incredulously and she just laughed at us and dove in.
Popping up at the end of the pool, she cried out to us and said, “C’mon,
let’s skinny dip.”
The rest of us looked at each other and sort of had a group shrug. What
the heck, why not? It was just us girls so did it really matter? After
all, I spent lots of time in our hot tub nude with my parents so this
wouldn’t be much different. I was the first to pull off my bottoms and
then I untied my top and flung both pieces to the side of the pool. The
others soon followed and the next thing I knew all of us were all
swimming around totally nude. It wasn't like I’d never seen my friends
nude before but that was in the locker room or bathroom where being nude
was a matter of necessity, not a choice. This was different in that it
was the first time we’d ever deliberately bared ourselves for each other
and it seemed a bit awkward at first to me. It was one thing to be nude
at home with my parents, that was just family. This felt a little bit
naughty and I was a bit surprised to find that it even turned me on a
bit. Even though there wasn't much to my bikini to start with, there was
just something erotic about feeling the cool water directly against me in
places normally hidden from view.
Eventually we gathered in one corner of the of the pool and just started
giggling like little girls. I think each of us was a little nervous at
displaying ourselves naked in front of the others although it was evident
that some were more than others. For instance, Nancy was standing there
with her hands unconsciously covering her boobs whereas at the other end
of the exhibitionist spectrum was Marianne who seemed to be totally
oblivious to her lack of clothing and if anything, seemed to be taking
quite an interest in my boobs which surprised me. We were just yakking
about the things teenage girls chat about when they are together; nothing
of real substance yet at the time it all seemed so very important to us.
Suddenly we were surprised by the sound of Beth’s mom.
“Oh my god! ...Girls!!!, what do you think you’re all doing!,” she
exclaimed.
We all twisted around to look at her, hands covering our breasts
instinctively as if to hide something from her - like she hadn’t seen
them before. The underwater pool lights were on and with the darkening
sky it must have been obvious we were bottomless as well so I don’t know
what we were trying to hide but it just seemed the right thing to do at
the time. Beth’s mom just shook her head at us and then directed her
next comment at her daughter.
“Now Beth, you and your friends get your bikinis back on this instant.
Lord Almighty, the LAST thing I need is for your dad or brother to see a
bunch of fourteen year-old girls swimming around naked!”
Beth started to protest but we all grabbed our suits and quickly put them
back on. Although it didn't really bother me to swim nude with my
friends, for whatever reason I felt more than a bit embarrassed having
Beth’s mom see me this way. I slipped my bikini back on while I was in
the water and then climbed the ladder and joined the others on the deck.
The brief skinny dipping episode seemed to be a fitting ending to our
pool time so we grabbed our towels and wrapped them around us before
running back into the house, giggling and laughing all the way. I
noticed her mom and dad watching us as we passed through the kitchen.
Talk about a contrast in expressions!
Chapter 4 – Beth’s Bedroom
==========================
The five of us gathered in Beth’s bedroom which was barely big enough to
hold us all. We each had a small bag containing our toiletries and
change of clothes so I reached inside to pull out my nightie for the
evening. I’d chosen a pink frilly sheer thing that was just barely long
enough to cover my ass when I was standing but had no chance whatsoever
when I was seated. Back home I’d debated for hours with myself as to
whether or not to bring along the matching panties since they were so
sheer I may as well be wearing nothing at all. As tempting as it was to
leave them behind, in the end I’d packed them.
The reason I chose this particular nightie was that I was especially
proud of it. My dad had bought it just for me a few weeks before. He
liked to buy me outfits and then have me pose for him in them.
Sometimes my mom didn't seem so sure about a few of them, especially when
they got as skimpy as this nightie was, but he said I looked great in
them and I liked nothing more than to please my dad so I always looked
forward to his latest gift. The reason I was so proud of this one was
that it was the sheerest and smallest he’d ever bought me so I knew he
must have been thinking I was growing up and looking more mature.
Looking around I saw my friends had put on their own nighties as well.
We’ve been getting together for sleepovers since we were little girls and
as we have gotten older it has become sort of a game to see who can wear
the skimpiest outfit. Usually Beth or Marianne won but tonight I felt
that I had a good chance as ever of taking home the “trophy”, or at least
the bragging rights. Nancy, of course, was much too shy and usually had
on some form of long nightshirt. Tonight’s was shorter than usual but it
still was long enough to keep her ass well covered even when she was
squatting on the floor. Sharon was in her usual nightie; nothing
spectacular and straight off the Sears juniors rack.
Beth and Marianne would be my only real competition and for once I felt
the satisfaction of knowing I’d beaten them. Beth was wearing a tight
nightshirt that, unlike Nancy’s, barely covered her butt when she was
standing and easily pulled up to expose her thong when she sat down. It
was hot but not even in same league as my nightie. Marianne had on an
almost identical nightshirt but she had gone one step further – she
wasn’t wearing anything else, not even a thong, so when she wasn’t
pulling it down her shirt would lift up and expose her ass and pussy.
Nancy looked at me and gave a wolf whistle.
“Wow Kelly, where did you ever find a nightie like THAT!” she exclaimed
with her wide eyes looking me up and down as if she hadn’t seen me
before.
I explained how my dad had bought it for me and they all broke out into a
chatter.
“You mean your DAD bought you THAT?” Sharon asked, a look of disbelief on
her face.
Beth chimed in after her saying, “Holy crap, my mom would KILL me just
for wearing something like that in front of my dad let alone allow him to
buy it for me.”
As usual, Marianne put her kinky two cents worth in. “And just what did
Kelly’s daddy want his little girl to do for him in return for buying her
such an outfit?” she asked with a sly grin and an obvious wink.
Marianne was standing next to me so I spanked her playfully on her bare
bottom and wagged my finger at her. “Gee whiz Marianne, you always have
such nasty thoughts! He just likes me to pose for him, nothing else.
Good grief, he IS my dad after all.”
Marianne just smiled and winked at me again so I spanked her again,
harder this time making a loud smacking sound on her bare skin. Everyone
laughed. For just a second I wondered about what she had said though but
then put the thought out of my mind. I mean, so what if my dad liked to
take pictures of his daughter? Why would he bother buying me such
outfits if he couldn't see me in them? It didn't make sense to me why
they thought it was such a big deal. Marianne had confessed to me a while
back that when she was younger her uncle used to put her on his lap and
then touch her between her legs. She claimed that it felt good and she
hadn’t minded it but once her aunt had caught them and there was a big
fuss made over it. Well, I knew my dad wasn’t like her uncle so I didn't
give it another thought.
Somehow or another we all managed to fit on Beth’s bed and started
chatting about our favorite subject – boys. We were at that age where
the girls were in well into puberty but the boys our age were just
starting to catch up. We had all at least kissed a boy but other than
Beth and Marianne, a few dark groping attempts at the movie theater or
back seat was about the extent of it, at least for me. Of course, we all
tried to act as if we were all sexual experts and fully experienced.
I couldn't wait to tell everyone about my afternoon shopping with my mom.
Everyone’s listened intently as I described how we both had dressed sort
of sexy and then deliberately teased the guys at the grocery store.
“You mean your MOM even did it?” Nancy asked, as if she didn't really
believe me.
“Sure, why not? She didn't even wear a bra!” I replied.
“Didn't any of their wives notice?” Beth asked.
I explained to them about the one that had pulled her husband away from
us and they all laughed when I mentioned how she had looked at the two of
us afterwards.
“My mom would never let me dress like that in public, let alone go out
herself that way,” Nancy said.
We were all good friends so none of us said what was running through our
minds – that her mom was grossly overweight so who would WANT to see her
in a skimpy pair of shorts!
It wasn't long before we were teasing each other about this boy or that
who we had caught her showing interest in. Since it was hard to be
comfortable speaking outright about our inner lustful feelings and
thoughts, we turned to that traditional game of young teenager girls –
Truth or Dare. By making it a game, it somehow made it OK to say and do
those things we might never have left to our own devices. Some of the
questions and dares were between just two of us while we expanded the
game at times to include the whole group. Beth started out using the
latter rule.
“Ok, let’s get started. Who here is still a virgin? We all looked at
each other and giggled. Slowly everyone raised their hands except
Marianne and Beth. Marianne had been doing it since she just turned
thirteen so we all knew about her. I figured with all the talk at school
about her, that everyone knew about Beth as well but wouldn't you know
it, Nancy let out a gasp before catching herself.
“Beth, you didn’t” she whispered. “Who?... When?”
The rest of us laughed at our cute little naïve friend. Beth told them
about how she was asked out by this high school boy just before eighth
grade graduation. He was old enough to drive and seemed so much more
mature than the boys our age. They had parked at the end of some dark
street and one thing just seemed to lead to another.
“Cool!” Marianne exclaimed, ”So how often does he do you? When was the
last time?”
Beth shook her head, refusing to rise to the bait. “No, boys are such
jerks. He just wanted to be the first to fuck me and that was the last
I saw of him.” Then she grinned mischievously saying, “But you all know
John. Now HE is a different story!”
We all giggled but it had certainly turned out to be quite a start to our
little game! For the next hour or so things tended to be more on the tame
side. It was if after the first question everyone was afraid to ask
anything that might lead to some new revelation. We’d played this game
so many times before we already knew most of the answers anyway but it
was still fun just to be with friends. Just about the time it seemed the
game was winding down, it was Marianne who brought some life back.
“OK Kelly, Truth of Dare?” she asked.
I grinned and responded with a defiant, “Dare!”
Marianne looked over at Nancy and then back at me. “Kiss Nancy – on the
lips.”
Nancy eyes suddenly became as wide as saucers. Glancing back at
Marianne, I didn't want to appear to be shocked (although inside I was
scared to death) so I forced a smile and leaned over to Nancy who was
sitting opposite me. I wasn't really as brave as I may have appeared
because I knew what Nancy’s reaction was going to be. Sure enough, she
pulled back and put out her hand to push me away.
“Ummmmm, I don’t think so!” she declared. “No way... I mean there is NO
way I'm kissing a girl. I’m no lesbian!”
Everyone started teasing her while encouraging us to kiss. Finally she
let out a big sigh and closed her eyes. “OK, but just a quick one.”
She puckered her lips in an exaggerated way and I leaned over until our
lips met. Everyone cheered as for the first time I felt another girl’s
lips on mine. They were so much softer than the boys I’d kissed and for a
moment I was tempted to linger but she pulled back and wiped her mouth
with the back of her hands as if her dog had licked her.
“God Marianne, you are SO sick sometimes, I just don't know about you,”
she said.
Fortunately with all the fuss Nancy was making, nobody asked me how I
felt about. In truth, I was a bit confused. I had never really thought
about kissing another girl before and I had expected it to feel weird or
somehow bad but that’s not how it felt at all. To be honest, I actually
liked it!
Marianne just laughed at her and my thoughts were brought back to reality
as it was my turn. I posed my question to Marianne who also chose to
have a dare. Well, she asked for it so paybacks were always fair game.
“Alright Marianne, I want you to close your eyes and remember the first
time a boy touched you. Then I want you to touch yourself like he did to
you then.”
This was suppose to be too outrageous for even our kinky friend to do but
I had to hand it to the little slut, Marianne didn't even flinch.
Instead, this big grin appeared on her face as she leaned back against
the pillows at the head of the bed. Without the slightest bit of
hesitation she spread her legs wide to reveal her little pussy to us.
Since she wasn’t wearing any panties, we all had a great view of her
hairy little cunt, one we all now knew had already been filled by several
boy’s cocks.
Even though we’d all seen each other nude just a couple of hours before
in the pool, there was a HUGE difference between skinny dipping and
boldly exposing yourself. Even though it seemed weird at first to see
another girl’s pussy this way, none of us – not even Nancy, could look
away. The room was deadly silent as Marianne started to masturbate right
there in front of us!
Now I’d seen my parents masturbate many times over the years and they’d
seen me as well but then I never felt like they were putting on a show
for me, or me for them. This was different in that Marianne wasn't
masturbating just to get herself off (although I was sure she wanted to
do that as well), she was doing it for US to watch. This was definitely
a first for me, and for the others as well judging from the looks of
shock and amazement on their faces.
Another thing about masturbating around my parents was that I had never
felt any sort of sexual connection between us; it just something we each
did when we felt the urge. Tonight, though, I felt something different
somehow as my pussy began to respond while I watched my friend rubbing
her pussy and then poking her finger deep inside as she closed her eyes
to recall that time a boy first explored her. God she looked so sexy
and hot!
A quick glance around was enough for me to see that I wasn't the only one
having this reaction. Everyone seemed flushed and breathing a little
harder. Oh my god, Beth’s nipples were poking out even more than they
had before. Sharon was licking her dry lips subconsciously and even
Nancy wasn't blinking as she stared at Marianne who was now masturbating
even harder, totally oblivious it seemed to her audience – or maybe
BECAUSE of her audience?
Finally I just couldn't take watching her like this anymore and not do
anything. I reached down between my legs, pulled my panties over to the
side and started playing with myself. Nancy noticed my movements and
when she saw my hand between my legs her mouth dropped open and I could
see her whispering an “Oh my god!” although I couldn't hear her.
Eventually the others noticed as well and it was if a dam had broken and
soon everyone except Nancy was playing with themselves. Even she wasn't
totally immune though as one hand started to rub her boobs. Masturbating
in front of other people was still too much for her but at the same time
that wasn't stopping her from watching the four of us do ourselves.
Marianne must have heard us moving about and opened her eyes. When she
saw the three of us masturbating she just smiled before closing her eyes
again and returning to whatever fantasy world she had created. God only
knew what she was thinking of now but I was sure it was something hot and
sexy. Somehow having us join in with her seemed to make Marianne even
hornier than usual and she was rubbing her clit with one hand while
pushing a finger up her cunt from the other. She started to buck her
hips up and down like she was fucking one of her imaginary boyfriends.
The rest of us watched her intently although I noticed not one of our
hands left our crotches (or boob in the case of Nancy). Marianne moaned
loudly and Beth shot a quick glance to be sure her door was shut tightly.
God, if her mom had gotten upset at us for skinny dipping I could only
imagine what her reaction would be if she caught us all masturbating
together! Actually, in a way I found myself wishing she would, just to
see the expression on her face which would have been worth whatever the
consequences.
Marianne’s back arched and she held her bare hips up in the air, her
finger deep inside as far as she could push it while the other hand was
rubbing her clit madly. She let out a final groan and then collapsed
back onto the bed, taking her finger out of her pussy and sucking it like
a binky as her other hand slowly rubbed her clit. I knew from having
watched my mom masturbate that she had just cum and once again found
myself jealous of my kinky young friend. In the couple of years I had
been masturbating there had been times I didn't think I could stand it
another second but I still had not felt what I thought qualified as an
orgasm. I noticed that Marianne’s pussy was dripping wet and there was a
growing wet spot on poor Beth’s bedcover. I was wet myself but was
nowhere near the point where I was going to soil her bed that way.
Someday though...
It no longer mattered to me what the others were doing as I was so horny
it was killing me. Rubbing my pussy to get my finger good and wet, I
sucked my finger like Marianne was doing. She looked over at me and gave
me a naughty smile before putting her finger back in herself again. She
then looked me in the eyes and asked, “Truth or Dare Kelly?” she taunted
me.
I licked my lips and was barely able to whisper my response, “Dare.”
Marianne took her finger from her pussy and I could see her pussy cum
glistening on it in the low bedroom light. “OK, then lick my pussy
finger,” she said softly.
Again the room was silent and I could even hear the TV in Beth’s living
room next door where her mom and dad were watching some show, evidently
totally oblivious to what was going on their “innocent” little girl’s
room. I looked around at the other girls and all of them had their eyes
fixed on me, not moving an inch as if afraid to break the spell that was
hanging over us. How could I say no without appearing to be immature?
Taking a deep breath, I leaned over towards Marianne and opened my mouth
slightly. She put her finger in my mouth and I could taste her pussy on
it. Mmmmmmm, it was similar to mine but had its own distinct flavor.
Marianne twisted her finger in my mouth and moved it in and out as if I
was sucking a cock. I felt a tingle again between my legs as I tasted my
first pussy other than my own – and I liked it! I leaned back again and
her finger slipped from my mouth.
“Wow!” Nancy whispered hoarsely. “I mean like I really can't believe
Kelly just did that.”
Looking over at Nancy I smiled as I licked my lips, “Mmmmmmm, not bad.
You know, you should try it sometime Nancy.”
Nancy just folded her arms and shook her head. “No way. I told you all
I’m not a lesbian.”
Everyone simultaneously rolled their eyes at that one and then laughed at
our exchange. I certainly didn't think licking pussy cum from a girl’s
finger made me a lesbian! Besides, it was just a game and now that it
was my turn and I wanted to raise the ante a little bit. Looking over at
Beth, she smiled as she knew it was her turn. She chose Truth though,
probably worried about what I was going to ask her to do if she picked
Dare, and for good reason. I did indeed have something wicked in mind
but instead asked her my question.
I took a deep breath and then said, “OK Beth. Tell the truth now; did you
get turned on watching Marianne masturbate?”
Beth let out a breath and then took in a deep one. “Alright, yeah, it did
make me wet. I mean she was hot and besides, I KNOW all the rest of you
girls were turned on just as much as I was so there!”
Beth sat up straight and looked at us, staring at us as if she was daring
us to contradict her. Well, not even Nancy spoke up to defend herself
for that one! Beth took our silence as acknowledgement of her statement
and turned to Sharon. Sharon chose to take a Dare but I doubt she would
have had she known what Beth had in mind. As it turned out, it was the
same thing I had planned for Beth had she chosen Dare instead.
“Hmmmmmm,” she murmured as she looked at Sharon with a naughty look,
“Sharon, play with Marianne’s pussy for us.”
Well, talk about two totally different responses! Marianne’s face broke
out into this huge smile as she laid back again with her legs spread wide
apart, obviously all ready for Sharon. Sharon, on the other hand, had
this horrified look on her face that I would’ve given anything to capture
on my camera. We all laughed nervously, not sure quite what to do but
all feeling maybe the game had finally just gone too far. Beth also
realized she may have gone too far and quickly tried to ease the tension.
“Ohhhhhh, you’re so silly... I’m just teasing you!” she said but I don’t
think any of us bought it.
Marianne sat up and actually looked a little disappointed as she glanced
over at Sharon and pouted. Well, that was it for this game so we went
back to our chatter. Everyone avoided the topic of the last question but
I knew it was on all of our minds.
My bladder was about to burst so I got up and went down the hall to the
closest bathroom. The TV set was still blaring from the living room and
I could see the flashing light from the screen reflecting off the walls
into the darkened hallway. I quickly did my thing and when I was done,
without thinking just opened the bathroom door to start back to Beth’s
room. To our mutual shock, standing in the hallway about to reach for
the bathroom door handle was Beth’s dad!
We both jumped as neither of us had apparently known the other was there.
Feeling a bit embarrassed at being all but naked in front of him, I
excused myself but his eyes did all the talking for him. I hadn’t yet
turned off the bathroom light which was behind me as he quickly looked me
up and down in my sheer nightie. From his perspective it must have been
all but transparent and for just a moment his surprise let his animal
instincts take over and I could hear him draw in a deep breath. As I was
starting to get more and more looks like this from the fathers at church
and at the pool this past summer, my initial embarrassment passed and I
couldn't resist being just a little naughty.
“Do you see something you like Mr. Williams?” I asked in my best little
girl tone of voice. The sound of my voice seemed to bring him back to
earth and he looked a bit worried as he realized what he’d been caught
doing.
“Oh hi Kelly,” he said sheepishly. “Ummmmm, nice nightie. Excuse me, I
need to use the bathroom.”
He moved aside to let me out and I walked slowly down the hall,
deliberately allowing him to get a good view of my ass which I
intentionally wiggled a little extra just for him. I didn't look back
but I knew he must have been watching me because the bathroom door didn't
shut until I was at Beth’s bedroom door.
I quickly went into Beth’s bedroom and started to giggle. The rest of my
friends started asking what was so funny and so I told them all what had
happened. Beth looked a bit shocked but everyone else thought it was
just hilarious. Marianne even wondered out loud if maybe she didn't
need to go to the bathroom herself. Beth slapped her butt a little
harder than just being playful and gave her a look that clearly told her
what she thought about the idea. Marianne just grinned and she didn't
bring it up again but it made me wonder what she wanted with Beth’s dad.
I mean, like he was fun to tease but he was OLD!
Eventually we all crowded under the covers sideways across Beth’s bed and
drifted off to sleep. I was on my side with Marianne behind me and our
butts were touching. I had to admit to myself that she felt pretty good
and for a moment I found myself wondering what might have happened had
Beth asked me to play with Marianne’s pussy instead. Defining moments
like that don't come around very often; in fact this was the first time
we all had ever gotten this carried away with our games.
Beth was in front of me laying on her side as well but turned away from
me. Her hair was in my face and I could still smell the shampoo in it
along with her natural scent. I finally fell asleep between two of my
best friends.
Yes indeed, this was our best sleepover yet! Something told me we
wouldn't be outgrowing this tradition any time soon.
THE END