My name is Alicia. That's not my real name, I've changed the names in this story to protect the perverts. My girlfriend Shelly is five months older than me and we are very close friends, we have been since the fourth grade. It seemed as though we shared the same interests through school and when we got to high school, we collaborated to make sure we were in mostly the same classes and school activities.
The only thing we didn't share was our boyfriends, we just wouldn't do that to each other. We were both varsity cheerleaders in our senior year and in very good physical shape. We saw each other, and the other girls, naked many times in the locker rooms but thought nothing about it. At least, I didn't think so.
Shelly and I were in a nearby city doing some Christmas shopping and heard about the snowstorm coming, but we didn't take it too seriously. Besides, I had just turned eighteen a few days ago and we were in a celebrating mood. We thought we had plenty of time to get home before the weather got really bad. It turns out we were wrong. The weather deteriorated rapidly and before we got home, the snowstorm became a blizzard.
We were on the highway headed home when it hit. Shelly was driving and her compact car wasn't built for that kind of weather. We pulled into the Log Cabin Motel, a motel made up of log cabins which were rented out mostly to hunters during hunting season. I vaguely remember a dark haired woman in the office as the manager had us sign in. We called home from the payphone to tell our parents where we were, then fought the driving snow to our cabin, cabin number one.
The cabin was cozy. There was a TV, some cabinets, a table and four chairs, Oh, there was a bed too, a big double bed. It also had a fireplace with a stack of wood piled beside it. There was a bear rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. The cabin was heated but we lit the fireplace anyway.
"Shucks, we don't have any clothes with us," I said, "What are we going to sleep in?
"We can sleep in the nude," Shelly suggested innocently. "I always do at home."
"I do too at home, but there's no sexy girl in bed with me there." I thought about it for a moment. "Oh, alright. - Get fresh with me though and I'll tickle you silly!"
"Get fresh with you? Ha! You wish," Shelly joked. "Do you really think I'm sexy?"
"Well, yeah! - Duh! You know you are."
"Yeah, but I just like to make you say it." Shelly laughed.
Alicia picked up a pillow and threatened to throw it at Shelly but she ducked.
Shelly turned out the light which let the room go dark except for the fire burning in the fireplace. We got undressed in front of each other, watching one another get nude and climed into bed, pulling the blanket up to our chins, and drifted off to sleep.
We both were awakened at about the same time because it was cold, I mean, really cold! I don't know what time it was, there was no clock radio by my bed like there is at home, and I couldn't see my wristwatch. Shelly leaned over to turn on the light.
Click, - click. Nothing. Click, click, - click, click, click.
"Oh, damn! The power is off."
We pulled the extra blanket, a quilt which was folded up at the foot of the bed, up over us and moved closer together in an effort to provide warmth for each other.
Now, Shelly and I have seen each other naked many, many times before this, and all I did was notice what a beautiful girl Shelly is. But this was different! Much different.
The touch of Shelly's naked body against mine, her proud, bare breasts pressed against my back, her pussy hair against my ass cheek, legs against my legs and feet caressing my feet to warm them made my pussy start to tingle with sexual excitement. I didn't think it was possible that my best friend, Shelly, could turn me on, so I put my hand between my legs to find out for sure. My finger slid easily between my pussy lips, it was so wet.
There's no denying it, the intimate contact with her sexy, naked body against my back made me want more of Shelly, embarrassingly. I started moving my fingers slowly against my clit, hoping Shelly wouldn't notice. But as the good feeling intensified, my hand started moving faster. Well, just this once, I thought, I'd let myself get turned on by Shelly and masturbate secretly till I came, and that would be the end of it. - Wrong.
I felt Shelly's pussy hair pull away from my butt and something more solid replace it. It was the back of her hand. I felt that hand move ever so slightly in a rhythmic motion as she tried to keep her hand away from my butt cheek - but failed.
My best friend Shelly was masturbating, too! - That's all I could think about and kept pressing my butt closer into her hand to continue feeling it moving against my bare butt. I was stoking Shelly's fires as she was stoking mine. I moved my fingers faster in my pussy now with more abandon. The feel of her hand moving against my butt cheek and knowing what she was doing with it made my passion explode and all my inhibitions melt away.
I was really loving this precious moment with Shelly! Here we are, my very best girl- friend and I, laying in a big bed, naked as jaybirds, fingering our juicy twats together, and I'm loving it! Oh, god, am I becoming a lesbian, I wondered?! - I wanted to hold her and hug her and kiss her, and, oh, god, what else?! Did I want to feel her pussy, to put my finger in it to find out how wet she was? Did I want to hug her and press my naked breasts against hers? Did I want to pull her close to me with my hands on her lovely ass and grind my pussy against hers? The answer to these questions was a resounding, 'Yes,' I finally admitted to myself.
Yes, I really wanted to do all those things - and more! A feeling of relief flooded my core being as I came to grips with my true feelings about Shelly. As erotic visions danced in my head, I raised my knee to let me more freely access my dripping wet pussy. I didn't care now if Shelly knew I was masturbating, in fact, I wanted her to know! It was all so erotic. I inserted two fingers into my fuck hole and pounded myself with more passion than I've ever felt before. My breathing was becoming heavy now and I was letting out little involuntary moans of pleasure as I fingered my gaping, sopping wet fuck hole.
I rolled over to face Shelly and tried to look at her in the darkness. Since the fire in the fireplace had gone out, I saw nothing but blackness, though I was acutely aware of her presence under the covers.
Have you noticed that when your sense of sight is gone, your sense of touch, smell and hearing is increased? Well, I was acutely aware of Shelly's knuckles bumping into mine as we worked our fingers in our pussies to bring ourselves pleasure. I could hear the wet, squishy sounds our fingers made in our dripping twats. I could smell the special woman's scent in the air.
"Oh, Alicia, oh," I heard her whimper.
