"Finally, without thinking about what I was saying, just to let her know I was there, I whispered: 'You need any help?" She was suddenly still and I thought I heard her feet slide down the bed. Then she said: 'Oh, you're awake. I didn't want to disturb you. What did you mean?' Then I realized what I had said and replied: 'It just sounded like you needed help. I didn't mean it that way."
"'Oh,' she said, sounding a little relieved. 'I thought it was going to be the big date,' I continued. 'Didn't it work out? What happened?' She was silent for a moment and then replied: 'Oh, it was going fine, and we were in his place and ... uh, ... had off most of our clothes, and then ... uh, ... then he wanted to kiss me ... uh, ... not on my mouth ....' I realized that he wanted to do what were talking about, and realized that where she came from that must be a taboo, that she hardly had words for it.
"'Um-hmm,' I replied. 'But I didn't want him to; I don't do that. I think it's wrong, and ... and that it must be nasty, kissing someone there ...' 'But you washed before you went out.' 'Yeah, I know, but still ..., I just didn't want to, want him to. Oh, we made out some more, and he was touching me ... - ooh, did I say that? I never talked about doing it before with anyone - but I was turned off, and finally we stopped and got dressed, and I took a taxi back.' I was silent for a moment, and she continued: 'But I guess I was so worked up - even in the restaurant - that I wanted to do it now. Oooh, funny, telling you about it. I'm glad the lights are out; I'm blushing.'
"'That's all right,' I said, 'everybody does it, even good girls, like you.' She giggled, and then said: 'Yeah, I guess. I'm not as good a girl as they think at home, wanting him to get in my pants ... but not that way. I wasn't that much of good girl back there. They still think I'm a virgin.' And she giggled again, and I thought that maybe they had been drinking too, and chuckled with her, and then said: 'Don't worry about me, if you want to do it, if it helps.' She giggled again, and then asked: 'You really don't mind?' 'Hm-umm,' I replied, 'and if it does, it will only turn me on, and maybe I'll do it too.' 'Oooh, that would be funny, both of us lying here doing it to ourselves, and she giggled again, and I thought for sure that she had a little too much to drink, and then heard her draw her knees up again, but she was real quiet about doing it now.
"But I knew she was, and was aroused at the thought of her finger moving on her, or maybe in her, wondering how she did it, and then thinking, she knows I'm here and can hear her, even if she isn't making a sound, and nothing said we couldn't still talk, and said: 'You should have let him do it to you. Lots of people do, and like it.' 'Oh?' she said, and then after a moment: 'Really? ... You must know then.' 'Not really, but I know girls who do.' 'Oh,' she said, and she was silent for a few moments, but now I could hear that she was doing it, an occasional little moan, but not getting better, and I thought that my presence was probably inhibiting her, and now really wondered if she needed any help, and finally repeated my first question.
"She was silent for a moment more and then giggled again and said: 'It seems like it. It doesn't want to get better,' and giggled again at her having said that, and I wondered what I was offering, what could I do to help her, and then asked before I knew what I was saying: 'Want me to suck your breast?' 'You want to?' she replied immediately this time. 'If you want me to. It might help. Yeah, I would like to.' She was silent again for a moment and then whispered: 'If you want to.'
"I slipped out of my bed and knelt beside hers in the dark and found the edge of the covers and turned them back. 'You really want to?' she asked, and I nodded and then said 'umm-hmm' realizing that she couldn't see me nod, and touched her shoulder and then found her breast with my hand, covered by her nightgown.
"She wore long, old-fashioned nightgowns, but, of course, she had it drawn up to her hips, and I slid my hand down and drew it up further, as far as I could, and she raised her hips and let me pull it up further, until my hand was back on her bare breast, not as big as mine, but her nipple was stiff, and when I played with it, I felt her body move from her nodding her head, and then I found it with my mouth, holding her breast with my fingers to press it up to my mouth and sucking and licking, and enjoying it, knowing it was feeling good for her, and could feel that her hand was moving on her, and that she was enjoying it now, less restrained about not making any sound, sighing and moaning more openly.
"And then I felt her slide her other hand from under the covers and come up under my shorty nightgown and find my breast, her hand so much smaller than a man's, and her fingers delicately finding my aroused nipple, rolling and pulling at it gently like a girl would know felt good, and it did, and I nodded, and then she whispered: 'That feels good, what you're doing, ...' and I nodded, '... and touching you. I always wanted to hold another girl's breast,' and I nodded again. 'Is that ... funny?' I shook my head, and then released her nipple and replied: 'I don't think so. I always wanted to too, both ways. It's nice,' and I found her nipple again and felt her nod, and felt that she was moving her whole hand, probably with a finger in her pussy, and felt the fingers of her other hand extend to hold my whole breast, squeezing it as I sucked and her hand was moving on her pussy.
"And then she didn't say anything else as she became more aroused, moaning and enjoying it, making me just as aroused to know she was, that she was wanting to come, and hoping she could, and then her hips moved, her whole body moved as she clung to my breast and moaned and gasped, whimpering, and I knew she was coming and was so happy for her, and aroused myself, wanting to hold my own, but found and stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers instead, and when it was over, she moved her head like a cat against my fingers in appreciation.
"Finally she spoke: 'Thank you, that was so good. I guess I did need help,' and then she giggled again. I licked her nipple again and then raised my head and stroked her cheek again and said: 'I'm glad, thank you too,' and held my other hand to hers on my breast, 'I liked doing it, helping you." She just squeezed my breast in reply, and rubbed her cheek on my fingers. I don't know why - of course, I do now - but then I asked if I could get in bed with her, and she just nodded on my fingers, and then moved over, which surprised me at the time, her simple acceptance of my suggestion, but I guess now, that her having let me help her may have made it difficult for her to refuse, or maybe the intimacy just made her accept it, my suggestion. And I was thinking that she was naked up to her breasts - she only wore panties under her nightgown when she had her period - and slipped my bottom down over my hips before I stood up and stepped out of it as I got into bed with her.
"It was so nice and warm in her bed. I hadn't spent the night with a man yet, then, just having sex, like with my cousin, so it was a new experience to just be in someone's warm bed. ... No, it was like when I was little girl, being in my mother's bed. We just lay there for a moment in silence, facing each other on the single bed, and I was wondering what was going to happen, wondering that I had asked and she had agreed. Finally she said: 'Mmmm, this is like when I was a little girl, sharing a bed with my sister. We slept together till we were six or seven and moved to a larger house where we could have separate rooms, for my brothers too, one was older, the other younger than we were.' 'I don't have any brothers or sisters,' I replied.
"'Oh,' she said, just in recognition of what I had said, and we were silent again, and I was thinking that she was probably wondering like me what was going to happen, wondering if she just expected me to say goodnight and go back to my own bed, or suggest that I do it some way, but then she drew her knees up a little to make it more comfortable to being lying on her side. We both had them straightened out when I got in bed, but that is uncomfortable, balancing on your side like that, and then I drew mine up a bit, and touched her knees, but she didn't react, so I didn't either.
"I had one arm under my head and the other on my side, both of us avoiding touching each other in the narrow space between us, but then I brought my hand up from my hip, between us, touching her forearm with mine, and then we both relaxed a little, letting our weight shift towards each other, and just lay there, both of us now even more relaxed at having accepted we could lie more comfortably touching that way. In the dark stillness, I felt her breath on my face and realized that hers was so close, and that she must feel mine.
" 'This is nice, she whispered, 'like with my sister sometimes - when we hadn't been fighting. You missed that, with no brothers or sisters - well maybe you didn't miss it. I could have done without it.' 'Um-hmm,' I agreed. 'This is just nice,' she added, and was silent. And I thought it was too, all warm and cozy, feeling her warm breath on my face, and I was hoping it felt the same for her. Well, of course, it did; she had said so. Then she whispered again: 'You think they really let them do it to them? And like it?'
"It took a moment before I understood what she was asking. 'Um-hmm,' I replied. 'And they like it too, apparently, the guys that do it, ... from what they say, the girls.' 'Oh,' she said and was silent again. 'I wonder how many do it?' she then asked. 'I don't know,' I replied, 'the good ones,' and I smiled, but then realized she couldn't see me, 'from the way the girls talk about it.' 'They talk about it?' I heard the surprise in her voice. 'Not really, just that they had done it. ... I'm still waiting to find one.' She giggled and then said: 'Maybe you should go out with him, ... or maybe I should ...' and I was wondering if she would get another chance, and if she would really then let him do it.
