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
======================

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
=====================================

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
==========================

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