Afternoon in the Pool-2

I couldn’t answer for a while, because it suddenly hit me that, for her to say that, she must have thought about her and I doing something like that together.

“Do you touch yourself like that?” I said to her hesitantly as we lay close together in our pj’s.

She turned her head on the pillow so that she was facing me.

“Do you?” she asked in return.

“Sometimes.” I replied.

“Do it now. Show me what you do.” She said, propping herself up on her elbow, her eyes wide open with interest.

“Let’s do it together.” I suggested.

From that moment our friendship blossomed into the most beautiful, sexual experience possible. It had never dawned on me that Bobbie was as sexually turned on as I was with the visual stimulation of watching people make love on screen. She, like me, would have her fingers between her thighs as soon as I had left her bedroom.

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Thereafter, I rarely slept in my own room. We would lie in Bobbie’s bed together, watch movies, talk about Brett and imagine what it would be like to let him fuck us. We would lay there for hours and masturbate ourselves while we talked and then we would take our pj’s off and play with each other and try to imitate the girls we saw on the movies when they fingered each other. It was just a giggly schoolgirl sort of thing at first but it wasn’t long before we discovered the wonderful sensation of shared orgasms and the different ways we could make each other come. It was at that stage that we shaved each others pubes to be like the girls on the movies.