This a story back in college. A warm late-spring afternoon. I was at my friend's apartment and we had just finished studying for an upcoming mid-term. I'll just jump to the point and admit that we had masturbated in front of each other a couple of times but hadn't done anything more than that. We were both dating boys, and although I had a couple of *experiences* with other girls before, I was very much boy-crazy.
We were lying on her couch somewhat intertwined watching TV and for some reason started getting horny. Maybe it was the fact that we were both bored, maybe because it was hot, maybe it was just because we were 20-year olds and that is what 20-year olds do.
Anyway, Brett started stroking up and down her thigh with the back of her hand and her long nails. She did this a lot and would even offer to do it to me. It always felt nice and relaxing. Anyway, she was doing this and then started going all the way up her shorts to her inner thigh. Again, no big deal as this feels nice (if you haven't tried it, you should). However, she got to the point where she was holding open the loose end of her shorts and stroking her fingers all the way up her thigh to her panties. Again and again. A few times I swear I caught her up and over her panties and pressing on her clit.
"Getting in the mood, are we?" I asked playfully.
"I didn't even realize. Just relaxing," she said as she tried to play it off. I looked back at the TV and tried to watch her out of the corner of my eye. As expected, within a few minutes her fingers were all the way back to her panties and pressing buttons. This was obviously getting me horny and I just enjoyed the scene.
After a few minutes, she wasn't really making an effort to hide it and was basically masturbating herself through her panties. I couldn't take it anymore and slid my hand down the front of my shorts and directly under my thong. "What are you doing, Chels?" she asked, trying to sound alarmed.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm catching up to you. If you're going to rub one out, so am I," I said and gave a mischievous smirk.
"Oh my god, you are so bad. I was just tickling myself."
"Sure you were. Well, now I'm tickling myself as well." I was already wet and was in the process of smearing around my wetness to all of the good parts. However, given that my hand was under both my shorts and panties, Brett couldn't see anything other than the bulge of the back of my hand.
"Well, if we're going to do this for real, then we should probably go into my room so no one comes home and sees us." The door to the apartment was literally on the other side of the couch so if one of her roommates came home, then there wouldn't be any time to straighten up.