Sometimes Friday nights suck. It was a little after 9:30pm and I was stuck at home. No date. No party. No friends. Just my CD player, a book and me. All of us were sprawled on my bed on top of the pink silky spread. My dark blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. I've been told I look somewhat like Elizabeth Shue, only with a fuller figure. I had my sleep clothes on, a gray designer label half shirt that just barely covered my boobs, and a pair of powder blue baggy boxer shorts, also designer label.
I was tapping my foot and rereading the same sentence for the third time when Jackie burst into my bedroom. Jackie is my best friend. Our birthdays were only 11 days apart and four weeks ago we had a combined party to celebrate turning 18.
"Jesus Christ!" I gasped as I ripped the headphones off. "You scared the crap out of me!" I hadn't been expecting her. She was supposed to be on a date with Brad, her boyfriend for the last few months. She was dressed to kill, with a satiny red miniskirt so short she didn't dare bend over. The side was cut open almost to her waist and held together with three taut strings. The only panties you could wear with it was a thong, unless you wanted them to show thought the slit. I certainly wouldn't have the guts to wear a thong with a skirt that short and tight.
Her halter top was a matching red with black streaks and sharp edged swirls. The material was loose and clingy at the same time. Although it could be worn with a halter bra, Jackie chose not to. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the thin material. Her B cup boobs were a little smaller than my C cup breasts, but the still jiggled and moved freely underneath the halter top. I've always thought she looked like a young Demi Moore, before the boob job.
Her deep brown hair was done up nicely, framing a face that was puffy and red from crying. Mascara and eyeliner streaked her face. She clutched a used tissue tightly in her hand. Her face looked like she was finely balanced between anger and despair.
"Oh, Michelle! Brad is such a bastard!" she cried out. Jackie fell into my arms, sobbing on my shoulder.
"What happened?" I asked. I was hoping to calm her down. My parents went to bed at 9:00 most nights and I didn't want her to wake them up. I usually locked the house up around 10:00pm after letting the dog out one last time. Jackie released me and we sat side by side on my bed. The shoulder of my top was stained with her mascara.
"I guess it's not really Brad's fault, but I'm still mad at him."
"Okay, but you still haven't told me what happened."
"Well, you know we were supposed to go dancing. When we got there, the DJ was really lame and the place was half empty. We hung around for a little while to see if we were just too early. Brad finally asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. His parents were out of the house playing bridge or something."
"That doesn't sound so bad. You've been wanting to get into his pants for a while now."
Jackie had lost her virginity two years ago. Since then she had screwed most of the guys she dated, although she and Brad hadn't gone that far yet. She said sex was the best thing about having a boyfriend. I was still a virgin, but I got to live out some pretty wild fantasies though her stories. She always told me what happened on her dates, with all the juicy details. When she left I would masturbate while thinking about her beautiful naked body writhing underneath her latest muscular hunk.
"I know. I didn't get a chance to tell you about yesterday. We were parked in his car making out. He was playing with my tits and teasing my nipples. You know how sensitive they are. Well, I unzipped him and took out his cock. Michelle, it was bigger than Ray's!"
"Oh my God!" Ray was two boyfriends ago and he was hung like a horse. Unfortunately for Ray, he wasn't very good at using his tool and she dumped him.
"Yeah! Well, a cop drove up just as he was getting my pants off. We got our clothes back on just in time. The cop told us to move along and Brad took me home."
"You are so bad!" I giggled. Jackie was smiling now as she told the story. Just talking to me had helped calm her down.
"Well, I was so horny tonight. I even wore my 'fuck me' skirt for him."
I glanced down and saw that her infamously short skirt with the slit was failing to hide her pussy. The thin gauzy material of her thong was partially exposed and the lower half of her plump pussy lips were clearly defined underneath it. I blushed and looked back up at her face.
"Yeah. Brad had that reaction too," she said with a wicked grin. The effect was spoiled somewhat by the red, puffy eyes and streaks of mascara.
"Anyway, we were sitting on the sofa in his living room. He was sucking on my nipples. God, Michelle. I love it when guys do that." Jackie's hands cupped her boobs, her thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipples though the thin fabric. Jackie suddenly realized what she was doing and dropped her hands back into her lap. She only blushed for a moment though. Jackie had almost no hang-ups about sex. I had always been jealous of her. Making out with guys was fun, but I never seemed to get aroused the way she did.
"So anyway, his hands start playing with my thighs and ass, and I am just going out of my mind. He finally gets to my pussy and gets underneath my thong. I am so wet and hot by now that I just spread my legs wide for him. His fingers are playing with my clit and I am ready to cum. Then his parents walk in the door. They start yelling and screaming at him. I'm trying to get dressed while his father is just staring bug-eyed at me. I'm told to leave and Brad and his parents are still yelling at each other as I get in my car. Thank God I drove instead of him."
"Wow! No wonder you are so upset."
"Michelle, I am so horny right now. Two days in a row Brad has gotten me all worked up and both times he leaves me with blue balls."
"Shouldn't it be blue nipples for a woman?" I giggled.
"I think red nips would be more accurate. That's what they look like right now," she smirked.
"Why don't you go clean your face off and we can listen to CDs and bitch about men."
"That's the second best offer I've had tonight, " she said, smiling wanly.
I could see her from behind in the bathroom. As she bent over to wash her face, the lower part of her ass cheeks were clearly visible. Her thong was riding high, leaving a barely visible wedge of red squeezed between her smooth thighs.
With her face cleaned, she stared into the mirror, lost in thought. I saw her hand creep down her waist and up inside her skirt. She shuddered and leaned forward, her weight supported by her other hand on the edge of the sink. I watched as the muscles of her arm and shoulder flexed and released. The poor girl was so horny she was masturbating in my bathroom!Jackie pulled her hand out of her pussy and hung her head. I heard a softly muffled sob, and then she washed off her hand. She obviously wasn't aware that I could see her.
She sat back down on my bed and we talked about boys and sex while listening to our favorite CDs. She sat cross-legged, which would have been obscene if she hadn't kept one of my pillows on her lap. She kept shifting positions, moving her hips and ass every minute or so.
"I can't stand it," she finally burst out.
"What?"
"Michelle, I've gotta get some relief. I know this sounds weird, but would you be upset if I...uh...you know, masturbated?"
"Oh! Uh...I..."
"You can just sit there if you want. I mean it probably won't take long. If you thinks it's too gross you won't hurt my feelings if you go in another room either."
"I suppose it's okay," I answered slowly. "It's not gross. I mean I do it too. I've just never done it in front of anyone. I mean nobody has ever done it in front of me. Actually, both."
I was flustered now, and beginning to babble. I didn't want Jackie to think was she was doing was gross or bad. I guess I also didn't want her to think I was a prude. She had so much more sexual experience than I did. I also didn't really want to go stand in the dark hall.
"Thank you," she said, giving me a quick hug. Without wasting another moment, she began stripping off her clothes. The halter top was first. I had seen her breasts many times before, but not under these circumstances. She was right, they were red and stiff. Her areolas were large and dark, matching her almost black hair. Her boobs looked larger than their B cup as the bounced fee. I felt my mouth go dry. I hadn't realized she would get totally naked.
The skirt was next. It was so tight she had to shimmy back and forth to get it down off her hips. Her swaying breasts with their erect nipples mesmerized me. Once the skirt hit mid-thigh, the rest was easy and it was whisked off. Now she stood there wearing just her high heels and the smallest scrap of red gauze hiding her pussy. I only had a moment to look at her narrow waist with its firm stomach and the swell of her hips. It was ten times sexier than total nudity. My face felt hot and flushed.
The thong and shoes vanished in a heartbeat. Jackie flung herself down on the bed. She pulled her feet up close to her ass cheeks and let her knees fall wide open. I could see she had trimmed her pussy hair for Brad. The lips were smooth and bare. A dark triangle of close cropped pubic hair pointed straight at her clit. Her lips were slick with moisture, red and engorged with desire. Her clit was swollen and poking out from its hood. Everything was laid bare and wide open for me to see. I was having trouble breathing. I was caught up in the sensuality of the moment, unaware of my own growing passion.