The naughtiest virgin(6)

"I don't know why you can't. I can. I may be young, but I'm a liberated young and it's my life."

"Well, my folks would faint dead away if they caught me without a bra on and letting my tits jiggle around."

"Yeah, but they're not around."

"All right, but…"

"No buts to it. We have been friends too long and I have gone along with your ideas, too."

"Okay!"

I watched as she pulled her top off and then her bra. Her tits weren't as big as mine. I'd seen them before, but this was the first time I'd ever really noticed them in the sense of comparing them to my own; smaller but just as firm and round, the nipples pink against her skin. They were just as sexy as mine.

I launched into telling her I wasn't a virgin any more and a blow-by-blow account of my getting raped. We were drinking Cokes.

"It must have been terrible, Sheila."

"It was, at first. Real scary. But, Lord, I loved every minute of it once the hurting quit. I could have fucked all night once I got started. Each peter was different but each felt super delicious in me. You'll see, once you lose your cherry."

"Maybe so. But I don't intend losing it right away soon. Are you going to let other boys do it to you?"

"What do you think?"

"For sure, knowing that gleam in your eye and the way you're talking."

"You sure are right!" The telephone rang. "Who was that?"

"It was Daddy telling me he'd be late getting in tonight."

"Did you tell him I was spending the night?"

"Sure. He said it was okay with him. That way, he'd know I wasn't alone and was all right."

I felt my pussy getting wet and that warm feeling going through me. I couldn't understand why, except I realized I'd really gotten horny looking at her tits and the nipples a little bit ago. Strangely, I wanted to see them again, maybe even touch and kiss them and let her do the same to mine. Trouble was, I didn't know how to go about it or approach her for fear she would get mad. But my pussy was getting wetter by the minute and I wanted to do something even if I didn't know what.

"Barb, do you ever play with yourself?" A loud blush of red flushed her face. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Oh, don't be silly. I finger myself all the time while I daydream of getting fucked. Now, do you or don't you?"

"Well, I'm not a stick in the mud, and yes, I play with myself once in a while."

"You probably finger yourself every night like I do, and two or three times at that. I'll bet you do it more often than once in a while." I was baiting her, and it shocked me to realize it. But she played straight into my hands.

"What if I do? It relieves the tension and I can sleep easier."

"That's more like it. It really doesn't make any difference, except knowing it, we don't have to hide it any more, or pretend we don't know about such things."

"I see what you mean, Sheila. I do finger myself every night and sometimes during the day when the urge comes over me. It's so strong I can't fight it. Do you think something is wrong with me?"

"For fingering yourself? Don't be dumb. It's just a natural way of releasing your sexual tensions and frustrations."

I hoped that sounded really authoritative to her. I'd read it somewhere and it made sense.

"You know, the more we talk about it, the easier it is to talk about. When you started telling me about the boys fucking you, my pussy went all wet and hot."

"Mine did, too. Hey, let's go up to my room and strip off and finger ourselves!"

"I don't know…"

She was following me up the stairs, just the same, as I took my top off.

"Do you think it's all right?"

"Who cares? No one's going to see us. We are the only ones here. Come on, Barb. Don't be a scaredy cat all your life."

In the room, I undid the button at my side and unzipped my shorts. Pushing them down and stepping from them, I dropped them on my top, then crawled onto the bed. My nipples were hard and so were hers as she dropped her top to the floor and undid her shorts. As she took them off, I caught my breath at the sight of the red, flaring hair around her pussy. All I intended to do was for us to finger ourselves, but as she crawled nude onto the bed I knew I wanted something more.

"God, Barb, you're pretty, and your tits are perfect!"

"Not as pretty as you are."

"Hey, tell you what – let me help you."

"All right. I've never done it with another girl, so you'll have to show me."

"I haven't either, so we'll learn together."

"You promise not to tell anyone?"

I didn't answer that one, I simply pushed her onto her, back and let my mouth find hers. It seemed the natural thing to do.