Subject: Sleepover (ff, f-solo, mast, exhib)
Diary Date: June 19, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of
this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
This work is copyrighted �2011 to the author. It may be posted with the
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
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:
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 na�ve 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. Mmmmm, 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!
Mmmmmm, 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, n
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.
�Hmmmmm... 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 al fairness, I would have 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 whose 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.
�Hmmmmm, 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
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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 na�ve 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 am
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. Mmmmmm, 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, �Mmmmm, not bad. You know,
you should try it some time 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.
�Hmmmmm,� 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.
�Ohhhhh, 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