This incident from my young life would never have happened if it hadn't been for my best friend Barbara's cousin Nicole. Nicole had visited Barbara before, and I had met her a couple of times before that summer after Barbara and I graduated from high school. Barbara and I often slept over at each others' houses, so it was not surprising that Barbara told me to come and sleep over on the Saturday night when her cousin was there.
Barbara's room was pretty small, but there was a rec room in the basement of her house and that's where used to put a couple of mattresses when we got ready for bed. With three of us, someone had to take the couch, and since I was the smallest, it was me. We sat around for a long time, talking about girls we knew at school, how our parents annoyed us, teachers, what college would be like, and, of course, boys. Nicole, who was two years older than we were, had told us she had a boyfriend, but didn't say much about him at first. Barbara and I asked her about him and she was kind of vague when she answered, but I got the feeling after a while that she really did want to talk about him. Sure enough, the third or fourth time around she opened up and we found out they'd been petting pretty heavily. Nicole felt a little guilty talking about her private activities with her boyfriend, but she obviously liked thinking about it and maybe she wanted to impress us too.
Anyway, we kept after her until she had told us everything about how they had started kissing, even with their tongues, and how she wouldn't let him do anything else at first. But after they'd been going out for a while, she let him put his hands on her breasts, as long as he kept them outside her clothes. Then, at the beginning of the summer she had gone out on a hot night without a bra. When he felt her up, she got so excited that she actually undid the top two buttons of her shirt herself. He didn't need to be told that it was ok to put his hand inside, and Nicole described how she was overwhelmed at the stimulation of his hand on her nipples. She said that that was when she got obsessed with wanting him to touch her, and soon after that she let him touch her "down there", as she put it. Of course, he wanted her to touch him too, and the last few times they'd been out, he had fingered her pussy and she had stroked his hard on until he had come. We wanted to know what it felt like and how much cum there was and whether it smelled, and she told us as much as she could – which didn't seem enough, because it had all been done in the dark.
Nicole also told us about her problem. Her boyfriend didn't seem to be able to keep his fingers on her clitoris. His hand felt so good there, and she didn't want him to take it away, but she'd never been able to actually come from having him touch her. "If he'd just stay on it for two minutes, I think I'd come", she said, "but he keeps slipping off. He doesn't seem to really know when he's found it. It's frustrating!"
After listening to all this, I was thoroughly aroused and I could feel how wet I was every time I moved. I'd have liked to put my own fingers on my clitoris right there, but even after we went to bed, I couldn't. For one thing, we were only a few feet away from each other and for another, the neighbor's garage light made the room not completely dark, even though there were curtains on the windows. But I squeezed my legs together and enjoyed the sensation while I tried to imagine a certain boy I particularly liked doing with me what Nicole's boyfriend had done with her.
Barb must have been excited too, because after about twenty minutes she got up and went to the bathroom. She must have thought we were asleep, because she was in there for about ten minutes. When she crept back, I figured I knew what had taken her so long, and thought of doing the same myself. But I couldn't bear the thought that she would know exactly what I was doing with myself the whole time.
The next time we had a sleep over it was at my house. My room was bigger than Barb's and we had an extra mattress that we put on the floor for her. In the early hours of the morning we were once again talking about boys, and we told each other what we imagined we would do if we had a boyfriend like Nicole's. Of course, I remembered what Barb had done after she supposedly went to sleep the last time, and I could not let go of the idea of finding some way to tease her about it, especially since, like last time, I was pretty well aroused by all the talk about having boys feel our tits. I hadn't thought of a way to bring it up, though, and I figured I'd better think of something quick. Finally, as I was just about to switch off the light, I asked Barb if she were ready to go to sleep, or did she have to go use the bathroom like last time?
"What do you mean?" she said.
"Well," I lied, "last month when Nicole was here, you woke me up after we went to bed when you went to the john. I thought maybe you'd get that out of the way before I fell asleep."
"I did?" She came on all innocent, but she was blushing and I knew I'd been right about what she had been doing.
"Yes," I said, "you were in there for about ten minutes. I'll bet I know what you were doing, too."
"What do you mean? If I went to the john, which I don't remember, it was because I had to pee."
"For ten minutes? I think you were in there trying to pretend it was some boy's finger on your clit. I'll bet your finger didn't slip off while you were doing it though."
"Oh, and I suppose you weren't even wet. You probably could hardly wait to get home the next day and come up here and rub yourself off. Little Miss Innocent – I'll bet you're even wet right now!"
As she said this, she suddenly reached over, grabbed at my pajama bottoms and pulled them down over my hips. We struggled for a while as I tried to twist my body away from her probing finger, but it was no use. She got her finger in my slit and then brought it up and rubbed in on my upper lip, giggling and saying "Aha! You
are
wet! Does it smell good, you dirty minded little tease box!?"
I wanted desperately to do the same and prove that she was wet too, but she was bigger than me and I had no advantage of surprise, so I knew I'd never be able to get past her pajamas. I had to settle for saying "Oh, and I suppose you're like dry as a bone in there." She must have thought she'd gone a little too far because the next thing I heard was "I didn't say that." And then there was silence, and for a long moment neither of us moved or looked at each other.
I got up the nerve to say what I was thinking, which was that here we were, two horny girls with wet pussies that wanted to be rubbed, and nobody was going to do it because the other one was there. Barb didn't say anything to that for a while. I was thinking that maybe I would put my hand in my pussy and start, but I just couldn't get up the nerve to do it. So I thought I'd just turn out the light and try to sleep; but I didn't really want to do that either. Then Barb said,
"You know, we could try and see what it's like for a boy. I mean, I can't imagine not being able to find my clit, but then it's me who's feeling for it. Maybe you could try it and then I'd tell you whether you were sliding off it or not."
I was so nervous I could hardly speak, but I managed to squeak out an "OK, I'll try it." Barb sat back down on her mattress, pulled off her bottoms, and I sat down in front of her and extended my hand toward her pussy. She said "No, you can see what you're doing. I suppose Nicole's boyfriend was kissing her in the dark and couldn't see what he was doing. I think you have to come over here beside me and hold on to my shoulder and look away and try to do it just by feel."
