This is a continuation of "Cousin comes to stay and play"...
Cousin came to stay and play: Lucy's Lessons Applied
As luck would have it, Kimberly called me a few days later...
"Hi Sarah, What are you doing this weekend?"
"Just hanging out. Why? You got something cooking?"
"My folks are going out of town for the weekend, leaving Friday morning, and they said I could have a friend spend the weekend with me. Are you game?"
Was I game.... I couldn't believe it. My heart was pounding and I felt myself getting wet between my legs. This would be a perfect opportunity to share with Kimberly the things I learned from Lucy, and maybe explore a bit more. "Yes, I'm game. What time should I come over?"
"Anytime after lunch would be great. We'll eat junk food, watch movies, and sneak into my father's liquor cabinet. It will be fun."
I've known Kimberly since I was about ten. We both turned 18 just before school let out. College was in the fall, but the summer was for celebrating graduation and anticipation of what was to come. She was a little pixie of a thing. Maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. Very athletic, she was on the cheer squad and had a hot body that all the guys drooled over. Her breasts were small, but perfectly proportioned for her body. I couldn't wait until Friday.
Thursday night, I went to bed thinking about the weekend, thinking about my cousin Lucy, who had taught me many things about enjoying my body (and hers). I ran my fingers through my bush while pinching my nipples. Tomorrow morning I would trim my pubes, shave my legs and make sure my body was nice and clean, and smooth for the weekend. I wondered how the weekend would unfold. No doubt we would share her bed. Would I be brave enough to climb in next to her naked, like Lucy did with me? I dipped my finger into my pussy and slowly fingered myself. Remembering Lucy, thinking about Kimberly, it didn't take long until I came. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.
The next day I began grooming myself. I carefully trimmed my bush like Lucy had taught me. Then I took a long hot bath, shaving my arm pits and my legs, cleaning up around my pussy with a fresh razor. Masturbating in a tub is delicious, so I played with my pussy a bit before getting out and drying off. I stood looking at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked good enough to eat, if I do say so to myself. I picked out a baby blue thong and slipped it on. I rubbed my crotch, luxuriating in the feel of the silky fabric of the thong. I was already wet. I slipped on a tight fitting pair of short shorts and contemplated going braless, but I didn't want to appear like a total slut. I had a sheer bra that matched my thong and I put it on. I grabbed a cut-off tee, pulled it over my head, tied my hair back into a ponytail, and packed my overnight bag with a few essentials. As I drove over to Kimberly's house I wondered what she she had in mind for the weekend. I rested my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs in anticipation.
Kimberly answered the door dressed almost exactly like me! Her tummy showed beautifully between her shorts and tee. She wore her hair in a short bob, so no ponytail, but she looked hot. She smiled, lightly screamed and opened her arms and gave me a hug. She felt good in my arms. The light scent of her perfume was intoxicating. Involuntarily, I inhaled her essence fueling my desire for her. Releasing me, she gave me a light slap on my butt, grabbed my bag and said, "Follow me."
Up the stairs to her room, I couldn't get over how hot her ass looked climbing the stairs. Was it my imagination, or was she moving her ass provocatively as we climbed? We got to her room and she tossed my bag on a chair and jumped up on her bed, crossing her legs and and patting the space in front of her. I kicked off my flip flops and joined her, crossing my legs like hers. I couldn't help but glance between her legs. Her shorts were tight and I could swear I could see a bit of a "camel toe" outlined. My heart was pounded. She grabbed my hands innocently and looked into my eyes and asked me how my summer was going.
We sat there and talked about school, and family and future plans. She looked gorgeous sitting across from me and I noticed her nipples poking out of her tee. She wasn't wearing a bra! I knew she had a boyfriend, so I asked about him.
"Well, he did try to take advantage of me on our last date," she confessed.
"Really? I want all the juicy details!" I felt my crotch tingling.
"He took me to a nice restaurant. I wore a short dress with a matching panty/ bra. Maybe I was intentionally teasing him. We went up to the lookout, parked and started making out. Before long, I felt his hand on my thigh, lightly rubbing, slowly moving between my legs. It felt good, but I wanted to slow him down a bit so I closed my legs, trapping his hand in place. We continued to kiss and he pulled his hand out and started caressing my breast. He was more rubbing than caressing. Guys get heavy handed when touching breasts. Has that been your experience?"
I knew exactly what she meant. "Boys are clods when it comes to a woman's body. Somebody need to give them some lessons," I chortled.
"Agreed! Any way, I put my hand between his legs and felt his dick. He was really hard. I started rubbing and squeezing him through his pants. He pushed against my hand while rubbing my breast and kissing me even harder. I was about to unzip him, when he started humping my hand. In a few seconds he froze, his body started convulsing. He was cumming in his pants," she laughed. "He immediately stopped what he was doing, and drove me home without saying a word! When we arrived at my house, he didn't even get out to open my door. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss and said he'd call me. When I opened the door, I glanced at his crotch and saw a wet spot. I was just getting warmed up and it was over!"
"What did you do? That had to be frustrating for you."
"I did what any self-respecting girl would do. I went to bed and masturbated until I brought myself off, then went to sleep."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard! Kimberly told me that she had masturbated. I was afraid to look down between my legs, for fear my own wet spot would be showing. The image of her playing with her pussy filled my head and I found myself wanting to touch myself.
"Do you do that often." I asked.
"What? Masturbate?" She smiled at me with a wicked little twinkle in her eyes. "I've done it a few times. How about you? Have you discovered the joy of self-pleasures?"
I could feel myself blushing. Was she seducing me? If she was, it was working. Should I tell her about Lucy?