Afternoon in the Pool-2

On reflection, I cannot believe how naïve I was at 18 years of age. I sort of had the idea that I was different. I mean, Bobbie and I would talk about sex when we were in her bed, we would watch porno’s and read horny magazines but I thought that it was just a fun thing as far as Bobbie was concerned, a bit of a giggle. I, on the other hand, could feel this warm, sensual glow in the pit of my tummy that seemed to make my vagina moist as I watched the movies, and I could feel a rising, urgent need to be in my own bed to attain that exquisite relief that I knew only my fingers could bring. I never really thought that Bobbie might feel the same way.

Every porno’ has, of course, the obligatory scene of two girls getting it on together with the guy watching and jerking himself until he comes. One night Bobbie and I were curled up in her bed, watching such a scene on one of Brett’s videos when Bobbie turned to me and said.

“What do you think it would feel like if we did that and let Brett watch us? Do you think he would want to stroke himself while we did it?”