Nikki and I were and are best friends. Shortly after we turned eighteen, her parents took us to London for the weekend and on the second night before we were due to return, it happened. I had never been turned-on by another girl until then, and it set my sexual preferences for a decade. And yet, that night, Nikki had no idea of the wheels she set in motion.
We had our own room in what was a fairly cheap motel, and although it was small, I wasn't complaining. This was a treat, after all. The size of the room resulted in the beds being only a few feet apart and we could see one another clearly, even in the dark.
It was in the middle of the night when I awoke and I wondered for a moment what it was that had disturbed me. Then Nikki sighed and I realised from her breathing that she was awake. I was about to speak when I heard something else. It was a gentle sloshing sound, muffled by the bed sheets perhaps, but nevertheless quite distinctive. I knew then with absolute certainty that she was playing with herself.
I had never thought of another girl that way and yet I instantly felt aroused. In an instant, my breathing had deepened, my skin tingled, my chest tightened and best of all, my nipples were so erect that they came alive with the friction of my against them. I lay quietly, coming to terms with my arousal, and as I heard Nikki continue to pleasure herself my own excitement deepened and grew more intense with each passing second.
She was proceeding slowly, or so it seemed to me. Taking it nice and gently but then occasionally speeding up with reckless abandon until she softly whimpered before slowing down until she stepped back from the brink. It seemed she took herself to the edge seven or eight times whilst I listened, then she would go quiet until her ragged breathing become regular and returned to something approaching normal.
Then off she would go again, the slurping sounds of her fingers in her sex as her hand appeared to move at breathtaking speed. At least, that was what my fevered imagination told. The excitement and raw sexuality of the situation soon had my clitoris rearing from its hood and without my even touching it, it was standing up so hard that I felt I was going to explode. Slowly she went before giving way to utter abandonment before slowing again. It was torture. Delicious torture.
I have no idea how long she continued but I do know it was for a long, long time. Teasing herself to a near climax, stopping to regain some self-control and then starting all over again. It was halfway through her pleasuring that I quietly nudged my head around so that I could watch her bed. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could see that her knees were up under the covers, with her right hand slipped underneath her nightdress and the left at her chest, either teasing a nipple or kneading her breast.
I had no choice. My hands rose of their own accord and silently began to caress my own breasts, gently squeezing the firm flesh before using my fingers to circle and capture a nipple. Each in turn, no favouritism. At the same time I was gently moving my hips, anxiously attempting to do so quietly and yet desperate to the resultant cascades of sensation that ran from my erect clitoris to my hard nipples and back down to the tips of my toes.
Quickly, I became so aroused I could my juices beginning to wet my inner thighs. I urged to touch myself there but knew that to do so would be to give the game away. And so I lay there, gently writhing, playing with my breasts, whilst Nikki kept touching herself. Eventually, the arousal seemed to grab hold of her. She became less discreet and began whimpering. It was clear to my vivid imagination that she was no longer just rubbing her clitoris, she had at least one finger inside and the gentle slopping sounds now increased to a frenzy.
It was then that my sexual life began to change forever. As I listened, I began to imagine the positions reversed, that Nikki was lying awake listening to and being turned on by the sounds of my masturbation. I conjured a mental image of Nikki sitting on my bed, watching as I pleasured myself, teasing my body to a satisfying climax. I imagined that they way I was feeling right now was the way she would have been feeling, thinking about me.
For a few seconds, that all pervading thought consumed me and I had to screw my eyes tightly closed to prevent myself from cumming there and then at the quite scintillating and provocative of mental pictures. As I regained my composure, my mind turned back to that image and I clearly saw her flushed cheeks, her hard nipples showing through her nightshirt and her smooth legs endlessly crossing and uncrossing as she sat and watched me caught in the same agony of excitement as she.
I tried to chase the images away but I was helpless. My own feelings of arousal were so intense that I no longer was capable of stopping them any more than I was able to control the sweet sensations flowing through my body. It was then, or around then, that I heard sound of Nikki approaching an orgasm. I blinked my eyes open and watched as her body began to shudder under the covers and the sound of her fingers rubbing her wet sex intensified.
I could hear her groaning under her breath, followed by a series of rapid gasps, then a stifled sob and then squeaking of bedsprings. The slippery sounds had reached a peak and as she groaned and rubbed herself rapidly again, the bed shook once more. Following a final almost inaudible sob, the silence of the room became deafening as I saw her buttocks lifted from the mattress, before falling back down amid a soundless explosion of nothingness.
