I've been dating Victor for about seven months now and, as you might imagine, we're pretty serious about each other. Vic lives with his parents, he's twenty-one and they're pretty strict, you know, rather old fashioned about things. When I stay over at their house, there's no such thing as sleeping coed. So, I bunk in with his sister, Marilyn, who is eighteen.
Now, don't get me wrong, Vic's parents are extremely nice, they like me a lot, yes, even love me as a future daughter-in-law, I think. They have made me feel like part of their family. I'm sure they know that Vic and I have sex every chance we get, it's just that they don't want to officially condone it in their own home.
My parents, well, they're much more lenient. When we stay there, we are in the same room. Yes, and bed.
So, a few months ago, I planned to stay over at Vic's. We had talked about maybe me sneaking down the hall into his room, but, we also knew that there would be hurt feelings if we tried to go behind his parent's back. So, it was separate sleeping quarters.
As I said, I bunked in with Marilyn in her double bed. I had before and, thankfully, she didn't seem to snore or toss and turn all night.
We had all stayed up late talking and when it really got too silly, everyone decided to call it a night and go our separate ways. It was just after one in the morning, so I was tired. After brushing my teeth and donning my nighty, I got in what was my side and Marilyn got in on the other.
I was soon asleep and after, maybe, thirty minutes or so, I woke slightly feeling the bed moving. As I woke, I began to realize that Marilyn was masturbating. It was the movement of the bed and the breathing that made me certain. I lay there listening to her breathing as it became faster and faster. I rolled over to face her and really couldn't make out anything in the darkness and then allowed my hand to fall against her. She was naked.
As soon as my hand touched her, she stopped.
"Lori, are you awake?" she whispered softly, then waited silently for an answer.
Laying there, listening to her labored breathing, I really didn't want her to stop what she was doing, it was turning me on, too, which I was enjoying. So, I didn't say anything back to her.
Then I could tell that she had quietly started again. I lay there, my pussy envious of the pleasure she was having, when I felt her touch my nighty. I let out a slight gasp and her hand jumped away. More on emotion than thought, I said, "I want to do it, too," and sat up and pulled off my nighty.
As I lay back to begin rubbing myself, Marilyn asked, "Would you do it to me?"
I was glad that the room was dark. The question certainly surprised me. I had never had any girl-on-girl experiences during my teen years, though many of my friends had, from what some had told me. In fact, it seemed fairly common.
I reached over and began to rub her pussy which was very wet.
"Oh, oh, Lori, oh, you make me feel so good."
She had turned her open legs toward me and I was rubbing my palm down over her pussy lips and clit. Her pussy was shaven, so my hand slid all over her as she pushed her mound up against my palm.
I'm still not sure why I did it but I leaned over and wiped my tongue up along her slit and she moaned which really turned me on. So I began licking her, even circling all around her inner thighs, narrowing as I went until I was tonguing her right in her slit.
