Couldn't Sleep at Sleepover

I've lurked on the site for a few months now, and joined maybe a week ago. Didn't know if I'd share any stories, but I thought that I might as well, since everyone else is. I'm not super shy about sex or masturbation (I shared a room with my sister for most of my childhood, so privacy was out the window a lot of the time), but it's not something I really speak about openly outside of close friends. I like reading a lot of these stories, and while most of mine aren't that exciting or interesting, a few might be worth sharing. I feel sorta stupid doing so, but I won't use anyone's real name just on the off chance someone finds this. To be honest, I don't exactly know when I starting fingering myself, but I know that this happened a few weeks after my 14th birthday. I had known already I was bi, but I hadn't dated anyone up to that point, or really done much of anything. The one thing I clearly remember about those years in my life (until the end of high school) was that I felt constantly horny (or alot more horny than I thought I should feel), and I thought about sex all the time. A couple of friends had a sleepover (I don't really speak to any of them anymore though), and though I'd been to plenty of sleepovers before, this one was more memorable. Nothing really out of control happened or anything - we talked boys (though I was attracted to a lot of girls, alot of boys looked really cute to), but once we turned the lights out, one of my friends started talking about sex. Counting me, there were four of us in the room. I had a sleeping bag, two of them shared a bed (it was king-sized, so it wasn't a big deal), and I think Marissa probably had a sleeping bag to. I was pretty good friends with all of them (I played some sports with Ellie and Hailey), but we'd never talked about this type of stuff without devolving into giggles and just not taking it seriously. I don't know what prompted this conversation to start, exactly. We did watch a movie that had a few sex scenes in it (it was really mild, though), but it came up anyway. We went to bed late, but I don't think any of us were all that tired, because I think we just laid down, talking a little here and there, for 20 minutes before this happened. At that time, Ellie was dating a guy who was pretty cute, and she was asked how far she'd gone. I was sorta dosing up at the time, but that question peeked my interest. There was a little silence before she answered (just light petting stuff), and that turned into a conversation between all of us of what we'd done. It was super awkward at first, but the more we talked, I think we found it easier to talk about this kind of stuff. I don't remember everything that we spoke about, but the conversation turned from sex to masturbation. I do strongly recall that Marissa was very tight-lipped and didn't want to admit that she did it, but fessed up eventually. It wasn't anything too x-rated, we just sorta talked about when we started, what we did, all in somewhat vague detailes. For the life of me, I can't remember how long we stayed up, but eventually the conversation petered out (I remember some vague admissions, like that one of them liked doing it in the bathtub, or that another stole her sisters dildo, stuff like that). During all of that, though, I began feeling really turned on (I sorta think some of them did to, but I don't know). My face was burning up, and I was sorta rubbing myself over my pajama bottoms. I had fingered myself while my sister was sleeping before, so I knew how to stay quiet (though I sometimes couldn't stop every single whimper), and it was just one of those things where I knew if I didn't do it, I'd never fall asleep and just go crazy. I laid there for maybe ten minutes, trying to make sure everyone was asleep, all the while still rubbing myself (one hand was on my boob, lightly pinching my nipple). Once i felt it was safe, I tried to take care of it quickly and quietly. I was in a sleeping bag, so I pulled down my bottoms to my knees (I never wore panties with pajamas) and went to work. It didn't take long at all (I usually like to draw it out a little, but there was no way in my situation). I remember I bit down hard on my bottom lip, and I made a few small sounds, but nothing major. The problem was that after I was done, some of my (sorry for the crude term) juices sorta pooled on the sleeping bag, which was something I didn't really consider at all before. I do remember thinking that I could just use my top to wipe it off (I always sorta liked sleeping topless), but I didn't want my friends to wake up and see me like that, so I went another route. At the time, this is one of those things that I'd never do, but maybe because I was still feeling frisky, I pulled off my bottoms and slid out of my sleeping bag after grabbing my glasses. The room was pitch black, but I still felt really exposing standing bottomless there, and if any of them had turned on the light, they would have gotten quite the show. Nothing like that happened, though. I grabbed my pajama bottoms and crept out of the room to Hailey's bathroom. I knew her parents were likely asleep but it was still nervewrecking. I wiped myself off in there, got redressed, and went back to bed. I found out later that Ellie knew what I did, but that's really another story that I might share sometime. Otherwise, I was able to get back in the sleeping bag and asleep before too long. Like I said, I had only ever done something like that around my sister, so I always remember how horny that situation made me feel. It wasn't the only thing that happened at a sleepover that was worth while, but it probably was the earliest thing, at least that I remember. Hope that this was okay to post. Thanks everyone for sharing their own stories.