Claire’s First Orgasm [ff][mast][young][les][semi-reluctant]

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“I’ll leave the door unlocked, in case you girls need to use the washroom or anything,” Mom called out to us from the sliding doors connecting the kitchen to the back yard.

I looked over to Jenny and rolled my eyes. She stifled a giggle as I turned towards the house.

“Thanks, mom.” I said back. She’s been making a fuss all afternoon. It’s not like we’re moving away from home or anything. I know she’s worried, but she never worried when Matt did this with his friends.

“There’s extra blankets just inside the door in case you get cold.”

I didn’t answer her this time. Instead Jenny and I scurried into the tent to start setting up our beds. It was a long few minutes before I heard the doors finally slide shut. That’s when Jenny and I burst into a fit of giggles.

“Mom! Come back!” I said I’m a voice that sounded like a yell, but wasn’t louder than a whisper. “There’s a bear trying to get into our tent. Save us! Save us!” Jenny started to laugh and I quickly followed suit.

Jenny and I had been friends forever. Even before we began school we were inseparable. We’ve had sleep overs many times over the years, but this was the first time we were camping in the back yard. It felt like we were finally growing up. We were both twelve and I was coming up to my thirteenth birthday. It was the summer between elementary school and junior high and we were both excited to be moving to a new school with new classmates.

Once we had the beds all made up, and we felt like we were ready to settle in, we made our way back into the house. Jenny changed into her pyjamas in the washroom while I changed in my bedroom. We grabbed a few snacks from the kitchen along with the flashlight Mom had left out on the kitchen table.

Jenny had on a light pink pair of pyjamas. The long sleeved top had a big unicorn in the middle and the pants had small rainbows all over them. They looked cute on her, especially with the matching unicorn slippers. She was a fairly average girl in almost every way. Long brown hair, average height and weight for her age. I watched all of our classmates start to grow and change around us, but Jenny looked the same as she always did. I know that frustrated her. She watched the boys in class flock around the girls who grew the biggest tits, and she was jealous. I knew her time would come if she was patient and I always tried my best to tell her that.

My pyjamas were much more plain. They were in the same style, pants and a long sleeve top, but in a dark purple with no special patterns or markings. They were incredibly comfortable though. They were made of a fairly thick flannel and always kept me toasty warm. I’ve definitely changed in the past year. My hair is still long and blonde and I’m still wearing the same red framed glasses as before. However, on my last birthday I was the same height as Jenny, but now I almost towered over her. I was tall and lanky. The growth spurt came out of nowhere and it still felt weird being so much taller than her, but I was getting used to it. I wasn’t getting used to the breasts though. If I could even call them that. Two little bumps on my chest that were JUST big enough that Mom made me start to wear a training bra. I still find it uncomfortable most of the time, but Mom said I’d get used to it. If I’ve managed to get her genes I will definitely have to get used to it.

The two of us made our way back to the tent. The horizon was a very dark shade of orange as the sun had just finally dipped out of view. We climbed into the tent and zipped it up behind us. I hung the flashlight above us and we each sat down on top of our sleeping bags. The night had just started and we didn’t have any intention of turning in so soon.

We spent a few hours just talking. We talked about our shared interests, TV and movies, the new school, and the old school. It was getting fairly late by the time our conversation started to dwindle. Jenny was the first to start yawning but it spread to me pretty quick. I climbed into my sleeping bag and pulled it up over me. The only sound was the faint chirping of crickets in the distance.

“Claire,” Jenny broke the silence after crawling into her own sleeping bag. “Can I ask you something?” Jenny sounded a little nervous. This was new to me since I was always the shy one between us. She was always so outgoing and never seemed to care what people thought of her.

“Sure,” I said, rolling onto my side to face her. Even with the flashlight out I could see the shape of her, laying on her back, tucked into her sleeping bag.

“What’s it like … having boobs?” I could hear the flicker of nervousness in her voice. Somehow I managed to not laugh at the question. I never really thought of my bumps as breasts, at least not yet.

“I don’t know,” I answered after a long pause. “They’re not even really boobs yet.” I try to deflect the question a little. I would love to talk about it with my best friend, but the moment she brought it up I started to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of the attention I was getting from the boys ever since they sprouted. Maybe it’s just because it felt like something I should be ashamed of. I crossed my arms over them even though I knew Jenny couldn’t see me.

“What do you mean?” Jenny asked, rolling over to face me.

“They’re like … these little lumps, I guess.” I know she won’t give up until she has her answers. She’s always been like that. “With puffy nipples.” I add, “and they’re always sore.” It actually felt good to talk to someone about it. Mom may have made me get a bra, but she sure didn’t want to talk about it.

“Do you have hair down there?” Jenny’s voice was getting a bit more emboldened.

I shook my head.

“Me either,” this time she sounded disappointed. Silence returned to the tent and o thought maybe she had drifted off to sleep. But she had another question for me. I knew it was coming before she opened her mouth. I could see her struggling, trying to figure out how to word it. Then she pushed her covers off and sat up, cross-legged, and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

“Have you ever kissed a boy?” She asked finally. I was slightly taken aback by the question. She’s my best friend. If I had she would be the first to know.

I shook my head again.

“Me either,” she repeated, not sounding as disappointed as before. This sounded more rehearsed, which brought back my nervousness. At least, I think it was nervousness. Like a knot in my stomach, a head that’s spinning, and an almost throbbing sensation between my legs. Somehow my mind knew something was coming and was panicking in advance.

“What do you think it’s like?” She asked me.

“I don’t know. I guess like kissing your dad, but more …” I had to think about it for a minute. I know what it looked like from movies and TV, but how would it feel? “Wet?” I finally finished. It always looked wet, the way everyone had their mouths open and tongues moving around.

“I bet it feels really good,” Jenny grabbed her pillow and hugged it tight against her chest. There was another long pause. I could tell she was struggling to say something else. My head spun faster and the throbbing intensified.

“Do you want to try it?” She asked. After the briefest of moments of silence she added “with each other.” I could almost hear her stop breathing as she waited for my response. I really wasn’t opposed to the idea. It actually kinda intrigued me. I always wondered what it was like, and it wouldn’t count, since we were both girls. It only counts if I kiss a boy. At least, that’s what I thought at the time.

“Ok.” I answer, finally sitting up and moving a little closer. Jenny straightened her legs and moved right up in front of me. I could see enough detail to know where her face was, but it was dark enough I couldn’t really see her. I felt like it would be easier that way, especially since that meant she couldn’t see me very well either.

It felt like an eternity. We just stared at each other through the darkness. I didn’t want to start because it was her idea and I could tell she was nervous. I’d never seen her like this before. She was always so confident, I could tell she was actually scared.

I placed my hand on her knee and felt her jump slightly. The dim light reflected off of her wide eyes. That’s when I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, our dry lips pressed together while neither of us knew what to do. Her lips parted ever so slightly and mine followed along. It was a brand new sensation. I swear I could feel her breath inside my mouth. I slowly pushed my tongue towards the opening of my mouth, I quickly pulled back as it bumped against her tongue.

My heart was racing. I still felt dizzy and the throbbing between my legs was just a steady ache now. Not really painful, more like a warm tingling sensation. It grew even stronger as I felt her hand run up my neck and rest against my cheek. Her tongue made its way inside of my mouth and discovered where mine had retreated to. She ran her tongue over mine and I started to wrestle against hers. My hand ran up her thigh and stopped pressed against her side. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. It felt nice, warm, and … something else.

I knew this feeling. It wasn’t something new, it’d had been around forever, but I finally figured out what it was. I was aroused. It’s the same feeling I had when I woke up with a pillow or stuffed animal between my legs. The same feeling that seemed to cause me to hump almost anything I could. But this was different. I hadn’t been rocking my hips on top of anything. This feeling was purely from kissing Jenny. Does this mean that this counts? Is this my first REAL kiss?

The kiss seemed to go on and on. I moved my mouth and tongue and really started getting into it. Jenny’s hand left my cheek and landed on my shoulder. She ran it down my arm and onto my side, leaving it in the same position mine had been resting in. I felt her lips work harder against my own my body shuddered at the sensation. I felt the pressure on my side vanish. I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt a sharp stinging sensation as her bare palm pressed against my budding breasts. I pulled my lips from hers and gasped.

“Jenny…” I whispered.

“Claire,” she cut me off, “I’m sorry. I thought…” she trailed off. I don’t think she really knew what she thought.

“It’s ok.” I said as her hand emerged from under my shirt. I inched away just a little. Silence returned and my brain went haywire trying to process what had happened. Not just the touch, but the kiss, the excitement, everything. It was rushing through my mind at lightning speed, every detail being replayed over and over.

I heard Jenny let out a soft short moan followed by a sharp gasp. The tent seemed brighter now, the moon must have come out from behind the clouds. I could see Jenny’s mouth open and her eyes closed. The hand that had touched my breast was laying beside her, the other hand was buried in her pyjama bottoms. I could see a little movement under the fabric and I cocked my head slightly.

“Ew!” I cried out when I realized she was touching herself between her legs. “Jenny!? What are you doing?!” I pushed myself a little further away and looked at her wide eyed. Her hand froze. Her eyes slowly opened and her mouth closed. Her legs shook just a little as she stared at me.

“I – I -“ she couldn’t even start her sentence. I couldn’t tell if she was upset because I caught her doing something or if it was because she didn’t even realize she was doing it. Her eyes drop down to her crotch before looking back up to me.

“Ummm…” she stalled a little more, “it’s called ‘Jilling.’” She answered after another awkward pause. “Moira showed it to me.”

Moira was Jenny’s older sister. She had just turned 17 last month and was almost finished high school. I’d known Moira almost as long as I’d known Jenny. The rumours as school said that Moira was a slut, always sneaking off with boys. Everyone said she’d probably slept with 100 boys already. I didn’t know why that was so important, it doesn’t matter if you sleep alone or with someone else.

I scrunched up my face. I know it felt good to hump things, but I couldn’t imagine touching it like that. Not with my hands. It seemed so unclean.

“Gross.” Was the only thing I could say. That’s where I pee from. I’ve only ever touched it in the shower and even then it was an accident.

“I thought so too, Claire, but you should try it. It feels SOOOOO good!” I could see her chest heaving as she breathed deep and watched me. She finally pulled her hand out from her pants.

I shook my head. “Don’t touch ME with your pee pee hand.” I slid a little further away again. This night had started normal enough, but not anymore. Is this what junior high was going to be like? I just wanted to stay a kid. I was never in a hurry to grow up.

“It’s not pee!” Jenny started to sound defensive. “Moira called it pussy juice and she said it’s normal.”

Moira always seemed to know more than us and I always trusted her. She took care of us when we needed it and told us things that the adults didn’t want us to know. I wasn’t sure what to think, but maybe I should try it. If Moira said it was good then I would believe her. Besides, I can always go inside, wash my hands, and forget it ever happened. Right?

“Ok.” I said with a bit of a huff, “fine. What do I do?”

Jenny grinned from ear to ear and slipped her hand into her pants again. “You touch yourself where it feels good.”

I followed her lead and let my hand wander down my stomach, under the waistband, and between my legs. I wasn’t sure what to do. I pressed my palm against myself and moved it around, mimicking the motions Jenny seemed to be making. But nothing was happening. I might as well have been rubbing my knee. I watched Jenny’s eyes close and mouth open again. She seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe I was doing it wrong.

“I don’t feel anything.” I said, disappointment punctuated my complaint.

“Are you touching the right spot?” She asked, as she opened her eyes again.

“I don’t know.”

“Here.” Jenny stood up and pulled down her pants. I quickly looked away and could feel my whole face turning red. I’d never seen another girl naked since I was a child. I’ve never seen ANYONE naked since I was a child. It was a struggle to finally look at her. I guess it looked like mine. I can’t exactly see mine as clearly as I could now see hers. I looked for a moment before turning my head away again.

“Now you,” she said as she sat back down onto her sleeping bag. “And turn the light on, I’ll show you how to do it.” She sounded much more sure of herself again. Almost like being half naked added to her confidence. I slowly stood up, I almost fell right back down from the dizziness but somehow stayed on my feet. I took a deep breath. I pulled my pants down and sat at the same time. I was hoping she hadn’t seen me, though I knew she would. I kept my legs together as I sat, my face reddening from embarrassment.

“The light?” Jenny asked. “Never mind.” She stood up again and turn the flashlight back on. That’s when I found out she’d been undoing her top while I was stripping. She pushed it off her shoulders and sat down. I felt the embarrassment take over, but I couldn’t help myself. My eyes stayed transfixed on her as she stood, stark naked, right in front of me. As she sat I watched as her lips parted and put her womanhood on display. She returned to her cross legged position and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Did I look like that from this angle? I wondered. At this point in my life I hadn’t set up a mirror to go exploring, though this sight made it a priority for me to try.

“I’ll show you,” Jenny said as she ran a hand down over her flat chest, stomach, and over her bare mound. She leaned herself back a little and proper herself up on her free hand. The light glistened off of her moist pink folds. Her aroma quickly filled the tent, I found it to be quite familiar but slightly different at the same time. The difference seemed to have an intoxicating effect on me and I could feel the dampness building between my own legs.

Jenny’s fingers slipped between her already parted lips before she parted herself a little further. I could see her tight little opening, practically sealed by her own juices. I bit my lip as my own excitement built.

“See here?” She asked and slid her fingers up to the peak of her slit, “right between my finger tips?”

I nodded. I could see the little nub of pink flesh she was pointing out. I fidgeted a little and felt how slick I was. I was still nervous and, even though I wasn’t entirely on board with this idea, I knew I had to get this over with. I sat up, knees bent, and spread legs. The cool night air touching my wet flower sent a shiver through my whole body. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, putting myself on display to my best friend. I followed her hand movement from earlier and let my fingers come to rest in the same spot as her.

“Here?” I asked her, unable to see if I was in the right spot.

“Mmhmm,” Jenny answered with a nod. She brought her fingers back together and let them rest on top of the spot she showed me. She started to rub them in a little circle, the small nub giving way to the pressure of her fingers. She let out a long breath that stuttered as it passed through her lips.

“Just like this,” she said before gasping slightly.

I followed her lead. My body flinched as my fingers landed on my clit for the first time. It was more of a flinch from pain rather than pleasure. I started rubbing the same way she was, but it felt rough. It wasn’t a painful experience, but it wasn’t pleasurable. The look on her face made me think she was in excruciating pain as her fingers moved faster and faster. For me it felt like I was rubbing my elbow.

I let out a sigh and moved my hand away. The excitement that had built up inside of me flickered and dimmed as the embarrassment and shame started to flow back in. She seemed to be enjoying it, why couldn’t I?

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice wavered and her fingers slowed to a halt.

I shrugged. “It didn’t feel like anything.” I said as I brought my legs together again.

“Do you want me to help?”

“I don’t think—“

“I know the right spot. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Somehow she looked cuter than normal. Jenny sat before me, naked, looking expectantly as she awaiting my answer. I looked away from her and slowly opened my legs again. As the cool air hit my wetness the shiver ran through me again.

I could still see Jenny out of the corner of my eye. An enormous smile spread across her face once again and she got onto her hands and knees and scurried towards me. I could see the excitement on her face. On some level I wish I felt the same. I felt her move in beside me, her naked legs against my own. She moved close and tight against my side. Her hands first went to the buttons on my top. I quickly put my hands on her and stopped her. I wasn’t comfortable putting my budding on display, as strange as that might seem with my most delicate area out in the open and spread wide.

Jenny took the hint. She stopped fiddling with my buttons and slid on hand behind my back. Her cheek rested on my shoulder as her hand created over my mound. I held my breath, not sure what to expect. As her fingers wriggled between my lips my head titled back. I stared, wide-eyed, at the tent ceiling. As her fingers brushed over my clit I gasped and felt my whole body convulse.

Jenny smiled wide and sighed. She felt my reaction and knew she was on the right path. I felt her finger come to rest on my opening. I bit my lip and let out a slight whimper. The slightest bit of pressure just sent my anticipation through the roof. At this age I didn’t know what I was anticipating, I just knew I yearned for something. I craved something so bad that all other thoughts immediately left my mind.

Jenny’s finger, now coated in my own lubricant, ventured back to the peak of my slit. She pressed gently on my little nub and began to rub it in small circles. I felt the well of anticipation inside of me fill even fuller. Then it started to feel good, not amazing, but good. I was starting to get into the feeling. It was very similar to the time I spent grinding against pillows and stuffed animals, but much stronger. I felt my breathing quicken. My hands started to clench around fistfuls of sleeping bag. My body began to tense, like every muscle was pulling at any piece of me they could.

I let out a loud long moan. It just happened, I couldn’t control myself. That’s when Jenny’s lips found mine once again. She started kissing me gently, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I returned the kiss with a hungry aggression. My tongue pushed its way into her mouth and wrapped itself around hers. Jenny’s mouth muffled my moans that would have otherwise grown louder and louder. It felt so good. I threw a hand up to Jenny’s head and ran it through her hair. With a fistful of her locks on my hand I pushed her face tighter against mine.

My aggressive kissing halted. I let a gentle scream out into her mouth. My whole body rippled with electricity originating from Jenny’s fingers. I moaned with desperation, wanting her to stop touching me, but I couldn’t make my intentions clear. Then my body shook and spasmed. Jenny’s lips muffled almost all of my sound until my head snapped back again and I was panting. I felt shiver and shiver of pleasure ripple through my body in quick succession. Again and again. My panting was mixed with soft moans as Jenny’s fingers slowed down little by little until they came to a stop.

“Did you like it?” Jenny asked.

I couldn’t reply. I just breathed rapidly and heavily as I tried to process what happened. Jenny pulled herself away from me and sat upright. Her fingers glistened with my juices momentarily before they disappeared between her legs and into her folds. She rubbed herself slowly for a moment before stopping and looking over to me.

“Do you want to try it on me?” She asked, brimming with excitement and yearning.

I just shook my head. The reality of what we had done started to sink in. Did we just have sex? Was I not a virgin anymore? Are we dating now? My head was awash with questions and panic as I tried to piece this together.

Jenny felt slightly rejected by my response but that wasn’t going to stop her. My eyes stayed on her as she started to work on herself, trying to get the same result as I had. I was only half watching, my mind was racing so fast I couldn’t really comprehend what I was seeing. I could tell she was enjoying herself though. I saw how she tuned herself, the reactions on her face, and the way her body moved when she finally pushed herself over the edge. But it did nothing for me. Watching my friend masturbate didn’t excite me. Was it because I had just finished, or is it that girls just didn’t do anything for me.

Once she finished and caught her breath she suggested we go to bed. I agreed and slid my bottoms back on and climbed into my sleeping bag again. Jenny didn’t bother with her pyjamas and just crawled into her bag naked.

I fell asleep pretty fast that night. I woke up to some strange noises a few times in the night. Noises that I would eventually realize was Jenny going to town on herself again and again. But I didn’t figure that out for a few years yet.

The next morning was normal. We got dressed, had breakfast, and enjoyed a normal day together. We never spoke of that night again.

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