When I was 16 years old I had a best friend named Sharon. One Friday night, Sharon and I went out on a double date. Sharon and her boyfriend got into this big fight, so I had my boyfriend take him home and Sharon and I went to my house. My parents were asleep but I told them that Sharon was coming home with me after our dates. Up in my bedroom we got undressed and went to bed. We both decided to sleep nude, as we had many times in the past, which was no big deal.
I was awakened about an hour later when I heard Sharon moaning. I looked over at her and she was lying on top of the covers, legs spread eagle (the bed was a queen size) and was rubbing her clitoris with two fingers. I had left a lamp on in the corner of the room and could get a good look at what was happening. She looked over at me and saw me awake and said, 'Oops...you caught me.' I was horny as Hell by this time and asked her if she needed any help? She immediately took my hand and placed it on her thick, brown, hairy pussy. I could feel her clit throbbing under my hand. 'Please finish me off.'
At this point, I was wet as water and my clit began to throb. I took my index finger and placed it on top of her clit and began to rub it in circles. She placed her hand on top of mine and pressed down hard. She began heavy breathing and moaning. She then looked at me and grabbed my breasts (36Ds) and started massaging them. I then kissed her very passionately and fingered her clit fast and hard. She came very violently, her body shaking with convulsion like moves. 'Aw fuck.... That was the best orgasm I ever had in my entire life,' she proclaimed.
At this time I had been playing with myself and I was about to reach my orgasm. Sharon slid her hand down between my legs and put her fingers on my pussy. She began to rub me and believe me she knew what she was doing. After about five minutes of this, I came with the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my whole life. We lay in each other's arms and when we recovered we went at it again, and again, and yet one more time.
After this encounter we proclaimed we were not lesbians, but we got together often to masturbate. We skipped class one day and wound up playing in the boys bathroom. No one caught us. We would go shopping and would escape to the mall restrooms and masturbate each other like crazy. Sharon's dad was a doctor and on weekends we would go clean his office and wind up masturbating on the exam table with the stirrups out.
We have done this about four years but now and we are both married. We still get together at a local motel once a week and masturbate. We both agree that our first 'overnight sensation' and all the sessions afterward have improved our sex lives with our husbands.