I was enjoying my final year in high school when Marco and her family moved into the house across the street from me. They had emigrated from France. It was just Marco, her Mom & Dad and her tall, beautiful sister Angela.
Marco and I became instant friends. She went to the same high school as me and she was in my toughest class, Algebra. At least, it was tough for me...easy for her.
Being from France, her toughest class was American History. We had that class together too. We rode the bus to and from school everyday. After school, we did mountains of homework together.
I loved being around her because she was always laughing and she made me feel good. She had to be the happiest girl I've ever known.
Marco was really pretty. She had short brown hair, deep brown eyes and a wonderful smile. She had small breast. But her breasts were a tad bigger than mine.
Marco's sister, Angela was truly beautiful. She was two years older than us. She was about twenty years old. She was a freshman in the local college. She was tall, slim and had large breast.
I had been enjoying the pleasures of masturbation for awhile. In fact, I was becoming sexually addicted to my pillow. I love to grind my clitoris against my pillow when I masturbate. My Mom was the only person on the planet that knew I masturbated.
The only reason she knew was because she walked into my room and caught right in the middle of an incredible orgasm. I didn't even know she was standing there until after I had orgasmed.
She was cool about it. She said that what I was doing was both normal and healthy. Masturbation was something that was absolutely wonderful to me. But I never discussed it with my friends. Masturbation was my very intimate secret.
Marco didn't have a boyfriend but I knew she was straight. I had tried to get her to talk about boyfriends and lesbians and stuff like that once, but she didn't show any interest in the subject. We had to much other stuff to talk about anyway.
One night, while I was trying to studying for an Algebra test. I realized that I was lost. I knew that Marco was an expert on the subject. So, I walked across the street to her house. Angela let me in and sent me to Marco's room.
When I approched her bedroom door, I thought I heard a moan. I stopped at her door and listened. I heard another soft moan coming from the other side of her door.
My heart started racing. Was it possible? Was she masturbating? I had to know. I slowly opened her bedroom door. Her bedside lamp was on.
She was under her blanket, facing away from the door. I could see her hips moving under her blanket. Her hand was between her thighs. I could see her blanket moving up and down with the motion of her hand.
She groaned as she rolled towards the door. When she saw me, she screamed! She didn't know that I was there. Marco held the blankets up to her chin. I saw that her fingers were glistening with her wetness.
I just stood there and looking at her. It was obvious that she was masturbating. She was really out-of-breath and sweaty.
I asked her if she was playing with herself. But, she denied it. I could have argued and said that I knew what she was doing...but I didn't want to embarrass her anymore than I already had.
To be honest, we were both young and masturbating was something that was very private for us. We didn't know how to talk about it. It was just to embarrassing.
About a week later, my parents were arguing. I didn't want to hear them so I decided to see if Marco would let me sleep at her house. It was kind of late when I got there. Her sister was on her way out for a date and she told me to go to Marco's. Her parents were gone for the weekend.
When I got back to her bedroom, she was already in her bed. I notice that she was completely naked under her blanket...and she had been masturbating...again!
She stop when she saw me by her door. I walked into her room and sat on her bed. The musky scent of her arousal was obvious. She was out of breath and very sweaty. I didn't know if she had achieved orgasm yet.
The thought of Marco, lying in bed, masturbating herself, really aroused me. I crossed my legs as I felt my clitoris coming alive with my own arousal.
We talked for a minute. I told her about my parents fighting and I asked if I could sleep with her. She said I could.
I asked if she always slept in the nude. She said that she did. Without saying another word, I began to undress in front of her. I felt her eyes on me as I pulled off my jeans and panties. My panties were a little wet and I'm sure she notice that...but she didn't say anything.
I pulled off my t-shirt and bra. I stood in front her and let her eyes wonder over my naked body. After she got a good eye full, I climbed into her bed.
To this day, I have know idea why I did that little strip show for her. But she seemed amused and we were both laughing as I got under the blanket with her.
I felt an erotic thrill run through me as I realize that I was lying in bed, naked, with a girl whom I suspected had been masturbating just a few minutes ago. I could still smell her arousal.
We laid there and talking about boys and school...soon, we just fell asleep. I vaguely remember hearing Marco's sister coming home from her date.
I guess it was about two o'clock in the morning when Marco and I woke-up to the sounds of her sister's bed squeaking. At first, we just looked at each other. We thought her sister had brought a lover home.
Then we heard Angela moan. It sounded exactly like my Mom's moans when her and Dad are making-love.
We had to see what she was doing. We sneaked out of bed and crept down the hall towards Angela's bedroom. We were in such a hurry that we didn't bother to put anything on...we were still naked!
Angela's door was about half open. We could see a soft light coming from her room as we approach it. When we got to her room, we saw that she had lit several candles.
