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:
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 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. 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
==========================
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. 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