After I got home I went into my bathroom to shower off the pool water and wash my hair. All the rubbing Mark had done had left my panties a crusty wreck. I rinsed them out in the shower so Mom wouldn’t ask me about them later.
Turning around in the hot water, I finally let myself cry. Mark had always been a kind of impossible dream. Now it was over. What if I could never feel that wonderful explosion again without him rubbing me? I wrapped my arms around myself and sobbed.
“You okay in there?”
It was my bestie Bethany. Shit. I forgot she was coming to stay over. I tried to sound normal.
“Yeah, I just got soap in my eyes.” Lame, but better than admitting the truth.
“Is it okay if I pee in here? Your brother stank up the downstairs bathroom.”
“You know I don’t care.”
Bethany was the greatest. We’d been friends since forever. Both of us started growing boobs at the same time. She had me beat on hair down there, but my puffies were puffier than hers. We’d both been trying to figure out what sex was all about and I realized I’d beaten her to it. That made the idea of never being with Mark again a little more bearable.
“So what’s up for tonight?” Bethany asked.
“Dunno. Mom said she would order a pizza. Dad’s out of town. I hope Joe takes whats-her-name somewhere so we can watch what we want.”
“Cool.” I heard a flush. “Why are you showering anyway?”
“Went swimming.” I finished rinsing and turned off the water. When I opened the shower curtain Bethany handed me my towel. “Thanks.”
“I wish y’all had a pool. I’d love to swim for a while, but I didn’t bring my suit.” She glanced around the bathroom. “Wait, where’s your suit?”
*Shit!* I scrambled for a moment as my heart fluttered. While I delayed answering to finish drying off I caught her looking at my wet panties hanging from the hot water knob.
“You went swimming in just your panties?” she giggled. “With Mark and Mason?”
“No one was home when I snuck in through the screen door,” I whispered and hoped she bought it. “You can’t tell *anyone*.”
“Let’s do that tonight!” Bethany was grinning wide and bouncing a little at the idea.
“They’re probably home now. You wanna get caught skinny dippin’?”
“Maybe,” Bethany laughed. “I’d let Mark spank me for being naughty.”
I chuckled as I hung my towel back up. Bethany could always get me out of my funk. I grabbed my clean panties off the counter and slipped them on, then pulled on a long t-shirt that came to my knees. I usually wore one around the house in the evenings.
We headed out of the bathroom and skipped down the stairs. Mom was just coming through the garage door from work.
“Hey, girls, we still on for pizza and a movie tonight?” Mom asked. Her good mood was infectious and blew away the last bits of regret I was hanging on to.
“We sure are,” I answered for us both.
“I brought over the sequel to that beach movie we saw last time if you want.” Bethany’s dad was the manager of a store that sold electronics and movies and always had the latest stuff.
“Perfect,” Mom said as she dropped off her travel mug by the kitchen sink and headed towards her room. “I’ll make the call for the pizza. Give me a minute to shower and change.”
Bethany tossed me the disc to load in the player while she took her bag up to my room. I got the movie loaded and had pulled out my nail bag before she got back down.
“What color tonight?” I asked. I was leaning towards green sparkles.
“Pink for me!”
Bethany was now dressed in long shirt like mine over her bare tan legs. She always got browner than me because her mother was half Spanish. I pulled the pink polish from the bag and the green sparkles I wanted. We sat on the floor between the coffee table and the couch to put the toe spacers on our feet.
“I still have that purple from last week,” she said. “Got any remover?”
“Here,” I said and passed over the bottle and cotton balls. My nails were a blank canvas but were kinda raggedy. I grabbed the scissors and file to trim them. Considering what I wanted to try with my fingers later, I decided to make them really short.
“Ok the pizza will be here in thirty,” Mom said as she plopped down with the same kind of long t-shirt we both had on. She had her damp hair pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup was gone, but she looked even better without it to me. After she pressed the button on the remote, she grabbed a file and started working on her nails as well. “Let’s see what this movie looks like.”
It was a typical musical with lots of catching songs, funny dancing parts, and the cute guy always got the girl he wanted in the end. When our nails were dry and the pizza was gone, we danced around the living like idiots for the ending song, Mom included.
And as luck would have it, Joe and Mark came in right in the middle of us all acting like idiots. Mom just laughed, but Bethany and I were mortified and clutched each other while moaning our embarrassment.
“Looks like y’all are having more fun than we are,” Joe said with a smirk.
Mark was staring at me with an odd look on his face, but I ignored him completely.
“I told you we were having a girls night in tonight. Enter at your own peril!” Mom said with a menacing grin. “If you sit down too long we’ll paint your toenails.”
“No thanks, I’m good,” Joe said then turned to Mark. “Let me grab my swimsuit and we’ll head over.”
“I wanna go!” Bethany called out.
“No way, we’re gonna chill out tonight. Maybe tomorrow.” Joe headed upstairs leaving Mark staring at me.
I continued to ignore him and dragged Bethany down to the couch while Mom rewound the part of the movie we missed. I leaned against her and stretched out on the couch with my legs towards the stairs. Once Mom and Bethany were watching the movie I pretended I had an itch and left my shirt up exposing my white panties.
I never turned to look at him, but I could see Mark move closer to the couch from the corner of my eye. When he was right behind the couch I had another *itch* that required I slip one finger under the edge of my panties to scratch the thin hairs on my mons. Knowing he was watching, I pulled my finger out and stuck it in my mouth. There was nothing on my finger, but he didn’t know that.
Mark made a sound like a strangled cough and backed away. Mom looked up and said, “You okay? Go get a glass of water.”
“Uh… Just tell Joe to meet me at my house.” Mark beat a hasty retreat and I felt so much better than I had earlier.
When I glanced at Bethany, I saw she was giving me a look that meant she’d seen what I’d done. My face heated, but I didn’t care. Mark was a dickhead.
After the movie was over, we helped Mom clean and headed up the stairs to bed. We went to the bathroom and I brushed my teeth first while Bethany peed.
“Why did you show Mark your panties?” she asked.
It wasn’t a playful question like the time I kissed Scott after choir rehearsal for no reason. She must have figured out something happened from his reaction. I kept brushing my teeth to keep from answering. She wiped and flushed, then stood looking at me in the mirror with her arms crossed until I spit.
“I can’t tell you,” I said. Mark made me promise not to tell and as much as I loved my bestie, she was a blabbermouth.
“He was acting funny.”
“I didn’t notice,” I said as I moved to sit on the toilet.
“Yes, you did.” Bethany brushed her teeth, but I finished and left before she did.
We both slept in my queen sized bed. I was still pulling down the covers when she came in and hopped on her side. I had the lights out and was laying on the pillows when Bethany rolled into my side.
“Did something happen when you went swimming?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you,” I repeated.
“You tell me everything.”
“Not this.”
She pushed me. “Totally not fair.”
I rolled over to face her and sighed. “Changing the subject now. I figured out what sex is about.”
She gasped. “With Mark?”
“It had nothing to do with Mark,” I lied. “I just kept rubbing and something *finally* happened.”
“Tell me,” she demanded.
“Okay, you remember we kept buggin’ Mrs. Donaldson about orgasms until she told us to stop, right?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s *amazing*! I thought I was having a stroke or something.”
“How did you do it?”
I had no idea if I could make it work without Mark, but at least I got her to stop asking questions. I was pretty sure I could do it myself. It was gonna be weird with Bethany right there, but I made the decision to just do it and wiggled out of my panties.
“What are you doing?” Bethany gasped.
“Showing you how I did it,” I said as I pushed the sheets down and my shirt up.
It was dim in the room, but the curtains were open and the streetlight reflected off the mirror above my dresser. I took a deep breath to calm myself and stroked along the sides of my pussy. Bethany sat up to see better, but I closed my eyes so I could try to ignore her.
I imagined Mark was standing behind the couch and I was alone in the living room. While I kept rubbing along the outside, I imagined his reaction to seeing me doing it. The tingling in my stomach started then and I felt a warmth spreading out and down to melt me.
I reached between my tight lips to draw some of the slippery juice up to my clitty. That allowed me to rub right above it, where Mark had spent most of his time winding me up. I’d dip down every few strokes to draw out my clitty from her hiding place. Before long I was holding my breath, stroking two fingers up and down on either side of the swollen nubbin.
When I got close enough to feel the ending, my hips were rocking in time with my fingers. The other hand found my puffy nipples under my shirt to squeeze. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning. I arrived at the edge and jumped off with a gutteral moan. It wasn’t as good as when Mark had done it, but when the last pulses slowed I felt the same sense of relaxation.
I opened my eyes to find Bethany sitting on her knees with her hand moving inside her panties. There was a frown of concentration on her face, but she finally stopped with a grunt of frustration.
“No fair! I’ve tried before until my hand cramped and can never get it to happen.”
“Lay down,” I commanded. I knew she was trying to solve it like she did math problems. She had the same problem trying to roller skate backwards. She didn’t trust herself enough to just let it happen.
I moved closer to her and slipped my wet fingers into her panties before she could protest. Her nest of hair was wet enough to tell me she was as horny as I’d been.
“Wait!” She tried to pull away.
“No. Shut your eyes and imagine Collen kissing you.” I started with her the same way I started myself, tracing along the outside edges to get her relaxed.
“After kissing for a while, he uses his tongue to tickle your lips open,” I said as I tickled her lower lips open with one slick finger.
“You open your mouth to his tongue and he slips it in.” Her mouth opened when I slipped a finger in to trace up to her clitty. “When you tease your tongue into his mouth, he sucks it gently.”
“Oh God,” Bethany moaned. “Kiss me.”
We’d done kissing practice before and laughed about it. She wasn’t laughing when my lips touched hers. My tongue ran along her lips while my finger did the same below.
I began to rub like Mark had rubbed me, steady and slow. My fingers were near her clitty but not right on top of it. Her tongue extended into my mouth and I sucked it while I kept the pace below. She began to roll her hips in time.
“Cum for me,” I whispered into her panting mouth. I figured out why Mark had said it to me now. It was powerful to bring someone all the way there. Bethany was making a low whine with each stroke now. “Let it happen. Cum for me.”
She grabbed my wrist and pushed it down so I would rub harder. I used the heel of my hand at the top of each stroke and began to rub directly on her clitty.
Looking at her face I knew she was about to scream, so I covered her mouth with my own. She did scream. And shake. And rocked her hips. Luckily I was able to keep her quiet and still so we wouldn’t wake the house.
When she stilled and rolled back to let her breathe. She opened her eyes and looked at me with and expression I recognized from earlier that afternoon. I smirked as I withdrew my hand from her wet panties. The familiar scent made my mouth water and before I really considered the consequences I sucked my fingers clean of our juices. It wasn’t that bad. Kinda tasteless and slimy.
“Did you really just do that,” Bethany gasped.
I used my finger to gather a drop of mine and ran it along her lips. She recoiled initially, but then she licked her lips. Her next move was to lean in and kiss me like a lover. I’d never considered Bethany that way, but maybe we could play together until I could find a boy to play with.
“Whatcha think?” I asked when she broke the kiss.
“Holy. Shit.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4nawr4/im_too_young_for_sex_pt_3_ff
That was hot
Holy shit. ?