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The Log by My name is Katherine, although everybody calls me Kathy. But this isnt really about me, this is the story of my friend, Jeanette. We first met fourteen years ago, and we have stayed pretty close ever since; you could probably call us best friends.Jeanette was staying at a motel for a few days until the apartment she had rented was vacant. I was staying there while I was trying to get a job in town, and we met by the pool one afternoon. We talked for a while, had dinner, saw each other several times and then I went back home to finish school and try to get one of the jobs I had interviewed for. It was really nice to meet her at the motel, and when I got a job and arrived in town, I looked up Jeanette right away.We had dinner together, and caught up on things. When I asked Jeanette about where to look for an apartment, she hesitated very briefly and then suggested that we share her place. Jeanette said that she didnt know very many people here, she was really too busy at work too socialize, but she felt lonely sometimes in the apartment she had, and wanted the company.To tell the truth, I felt much the same way. Additionally, I knew that my mother was really hyper (although she tried to hide it) about her little girl living alone in the city. I figured that if she was happier that I was living with someone else that she would bother me less, and I really wanted that. So I agreed, we worked out all the arrangements, and I moved in.Jeanette and I really clicked right from the start. We had no real problems, and pretty soon we both had attained best friend status with the other. Nearly every night we ate together (we both liked to cook, so we took turns sharing recipes) and spent the time talking endlessly about our lives. We never got bored, we never got mad, and we generally had a really good time. The apartment had two bedrooms (Jeanette told me later that she specifically got a bigger apartment so that she could share), so we had some privacy, and it wasnt until we had been together about two weeks that the subject of sex came up.I suppose that my sex life was pretty typical at that point. I learned about the birds and bees from a pretty stupid book my mother gave me when I was 13, and that, plus the usual whispered conversations with the other girls at school completed my education. I learned nothing from my mother; she was really hung up about sex and never mentioned it. Ever. My two brothers are seven and nine years younger than me, so they were no help either. I felt like my knowledge was lacking at the time, but I later realized that a lot of what the other girls said was a combination of bragging and bullshit, and that they didnt know much more than I did. I first masturbated when I was fifteen, never did it with anyone else, did it about twice a week, and never felt obsessed or addicted or anything like that. I tried hard to be sure that I was alone, and Im pretty sure that my mother never saw me do it; she probably didnt even know that girls could do something like that. I didnt know how she would react if she saw me, but I didnt want to find out. Yes, she was that much a prude.In college, I had a few experiences with guys; kissing, fondling, necking, stuff like that. I had two pretty close boyfriends and we went a little further. Both got my bra off and liked to nuzzle my breasts (I liked it also!), and both got hands inside my panties (I liked that, too!), and I jacked off both of them, so I finally got a chance to see and touch a real cock. I went all the way twice, but we were both inexperienced and terrified of pregnancy and disease, so it wasnt as romantic and enjoyable as its supposed to be. The rooms in the dorms were small singles instead of the usual doubles, which means I never had a roommate to share experiences with. When I moved in with Jeanette, I had petted a bunch, had intercourse twice (not very well), and still masturbated twice a week or so. I had never seen another woman masturbate, but I knew by then that just about everyone did it (except my mother).One morning when we were getting ready to go to work, I was making some breakfast, and I went to Jeanettes room to ask if she wanted some. I noticed that the door was not quite shut, so instead of knocking I just pushed it open. Before I could open my mouth, I saw Jeanette on the bed. She was wearing a night shirt pulled up past her waist and the covers were flung down at the foot of the bed. Her legs were spread and one was bent at the knee. I could clearly see her pussy spread open (the first Id ever seen, except my own) and her index finger slowly rubbing up and down at the top of the slit, just like I did it. The other was under the shirt and I could tell that she was gently pinching one nipple, something I had never tried.The rational part of my brain told me to leave immediately and give Jeanette her privacy. But the other part overruled it; I was glued to the spot and couldnt move at all. I was just standing there, probably with my mouth open and my eyes bulging, when I noticed that Jeanettes eyes were open and she was looking very clearly at me. I dont know how long she had been watching me watching her, but I could tell that she was getting more aroused all the time.I dont know what I looked like to her. I probably had some awful expression on my face. But it doesnt matter; I turned, grabbed my stuff, and ran out the door and off to work.I knew that Id have to go home and apologize to Jeanette. I just didnt know how to do it. There were a thousand different words floating in my head, and none of them was right. Part of the problem was that I was a bit hung up about masturbation, probably a legacy from my mother. I wasnt ashamed that I did it, but I didnt know how to talk about it either. So at the end of the day, I went home without any idea how to apologize to Jeanette. The one thing wrong with this situation was that I didnt have to apologize.Jeanette was already at home. "Kathy, Im so sorry" she gushed. "I really didnt want to offend you. I like you so much, and I had no idea that you would react that way" and on and on she went for about fifteen minutes, without hardly stopping for me to say anything. When we finally calmed down I told her that I was so sorry for interrupting her when she obviously wanted privacy. But the conversation that followed was pretty difficult for me, as we discussed all the things that I had never been able to discuss with anyone."I didnt think that you would be upset" said Jeanette. "I figured that everyone masturbated. Ive never seen anyone so scared to see me while I was caressing myself. You do masturbate, dont you?""YYYYYes" I stammered. I could tell that I was blushing like no one ever blushed before. "But I never told anyone, and I never saw another girl do it. I wwwwas just shocked that you could do it knowing that I was in the room. I would just absolutely dddie if I knew that someone was watching me."Now Jeanette was genuinely puzzled. "But if you never talked about masturbation, who taught you how to do it?""What do you mean, taught me? No one taught me. I just discovered myself that rubbing my vagina felt good. The rest I picked out of some books." Then I had to pause for a while as I considered her implication. "Do you mean that someone taught you to masturbate?""Sure. My mom showed me" My jaw dropped in shock. "I was nine years old, and she said that she wanted to show me something before my sister or anyone else did. At least thats what she said, but I think that she really got off doing it. She came in to my room wearing a robe and told me to take off my clothes and sit on the bed. So there I was, sitting in my panties on the bed, and she sits in a chair, and opens her robe. She was wearing just a pair of panties underneath""You saw her boobs!!!""Oh, sure. That was no big deal. Nudity was pretty common in our house. Then she took off her panties and had me take a good look at her pussy. Now that was interestingI mean, Id seen her naked several times, but I had never seen it close up, with the hair and all. It was really neat how different it was from mine. After all, I was only nine, all I had was a little slit. So she showed me everything, how to find my clit, how good it felt to rub it. She told me all about masturbation, and then we did it together. I was laying back on the bed, watching her doing it real slow and gentle, and then I started to mimic what she was doing. When I came, for the first time, I saw that she had a really happy look on her face. Later she closed her eyes and started to rub faster and faster. Eventually she came too, thrashing about and grunting. That was really wild, seeing how it took over her whole soul."Well, I just about freaked out when I heard that, and Jeanette pretty much freaked out when I told her about my mother and how I figured out how to masturbate all by myself. We stayed up till about 11:00 that night trading stories. I think that several times while we were talking she was masturbating quietly right there on the sofa, because shed cross her legs at the knees and swing one back and forth, like Id heard that some girls did in school. When we went to bed, I know that she did, because our bedrooms have a common wall, and I could hear her doing it. I heard the bed creak, and after a while I thought I heard a moan. That made me hot, and I reached into my pajamas. My vagina was all wet and sticky, a lot more so than it had ever been before I actually started to touch it. My nipples were like little pebbles, and my clit was sticking up out of its little place. When I touched it I came instantly, and I drifted off to sleep.That episode brought us closer together. We talked a lot about sex in general, and it was amazing how different she and I were. Jeanette was the second of three girls, all close in age. Their father was away on work a lot, and they were raised mostly by their mother. She was really open minded about sex, and, being a house full of women, they had no problem with hanging around the house only partially dressed, which is something that my mother would have had a cow over. She taught all three girls to masturbate, since she wanted them to learn to enjoy sex and to not feel guilty about it. Mostly, she wanted her girls to learn what they needed to know instead of hearing a bunch of bull, like I did. I suppose that makes a lot of sense.So Jeanette and her sisters were all avid masturbators, and there was never any reason for them to hide the fact that they did it. Jeanette told me that they sometimes masturbated together (!) and even masturbated each other occasionally (!!!). When she went to college her roommates all were pretty open about masturbation and she had no problems with masturbating in bed, knowing that her roommate knew. When we first met she honestly had never known that some people regarded masturbation as a horrible habit that had to be kept private. She didnt think that it was necessary to shut the bedroom door, and she was very shocked that I was shocked seeing her. Is this a complicated relationship, or what?We got along very well, and I suppose that we both adjusted to be more like the other. I got over my embarrassment, and was able to talk more openly about sex. I also started to masturbate more often, but I still did it behind closed doors. Jeanette also began to wear some clothing around the house, when she realized that laying around in a t-shirt and underwear made me uncomfortable.She told me that she had masturbated at one time or another in just about every possible place in every possible position. Some of these struck me as downright weird, but at her suggestion I tried it in the shower, and loved it so much that I bought one of those hand-held shower massagers. That explained why Jeanette always seemed to take really long showers. She also showed me her collection of vibrators and other toys, and tried to talk me into trying them out. Later she told me that her mother got her first one as a present for her fourteenth birthday. Wow! All I ever got was a sweater and a notebook. I suspect that she really wanted to demonstrate the technique but didnt know how I would react. I did borrow one of the vibrators, though, and tried it out that night.Jeanette told me that it would probably seem too powerful at first, and that I should go slowly. So I got in bed wearing a shirt and a pair of ordinary pink cotton panties that fit somewhat loosely. I started by rubbing the vibrator without turning it on over my slit through the panties. I did that for a while but nothing much happened, so I turned it on. WOW! The buzzing was annoying at first, but the vibrations reached through the cotton into my pussy. I realized that I had to use it gently on the outer lips because the feeling on my clit, even through my underwear, was just too much to take. After some of that I started to get so incredibly wet that I thought I would make a wet spot on the sheets and I got up to place a towel on the bed and sat on that.I used the vibrator on my nipples, and that was just as great. I usually didnt play with my breasts very much; I just concentrated on rubbing my clitoris with one finger. But this was different; I could stimulate places that I never knew were sensitive and I had great control, so I was able to get really aroused without actually having an orgasm. But I wanted to go all the way, so I removed the shirt and panties (totally soaked by now), spread my legs and let my electric pal go to work.I had never, ever, used a toy of any sort, and I didnt like to use my fingers inside my vagina. That just didnt do it for me, so up till now I just rubbed on the clitoris and the outer lips. But I slowly inserted the vibrator and turned it on. I was so wet that it slid in very easily. This was really something! The vibrations came from deep in me and touched something different and wonderful. As I think about it now, I think that that was my G-spot, something I knew nothing about at the time. I was just laying there with one hand on the vibrator, moving it around and about, while the other one was tracing circles around my clit. I didnt try to touch the clit itself, which was standing up out of its hood; just the pressure around it was good enough. When I came it was earthshattering, but the amazing thing was that instead of stopping and falling asleep I kept on going and had at least five more terrific orgasms after that.As time went by I realized that I had invented a new word to describe Jeanette. I knew that I was heterosexual, and that some people were homosexual, although it was something that I couldnt really deal with. And some called themselves bisexual, which I guess means that they never decided. But Jeanette wasnt any of those. She had lots of friends, but she never became sexually involved with anyone. She told me about the times she had had intercourse with her boyfriends, but that was long before we met. So I started to think of her as monosexual. She preferred to have sex by herself.As time went by, there were a few interesting moments. I remember the time that I came home from a date with this guy that I was seeing at the time. We had had dinner, and then went to a movie. Well, as sometimes happens, the movie was pretty bad, and we started to make our own private action in the seats. I wasnt ready to sleep with him yet (I did later on), but we got pretty friendly. When I think about it now, it seems silly, like something 17 year old kids do, not 23 year old adults. But anyway, there we were in the theater. We pretty much had the place to ourselves. We were kissing (with tongue) and I was feeling his cock through his zipper for a while, and he had reached up under my sweater and was rubbing my breasts through my bra. After some of that I opened my zipper and let him reach into my panties. It was awfully clumsy, and not as comfortable as we really wanted, but we were caught up in the passion of the moment. Hey, it happens. He frigged me for a while, and I frigged him, and we both came it our pants. I felt really gooey, and he said that he did too, but it was fun. He dropped me off at the apartment, and we promised to go out again soon, which we did. But the interesting part started when I got home.Jeanette and I were like sisters at this point. I dont have a real sister, so I was happy to have her. When I was a teenager and came home from a date, there was no one to talk to, just to chat. Certainly not my mother. Jeanette said that she and her sisters would constantly jabber with each other about their dates and such, and I was envious of that. So, when I came in after the groping in the theater, it was quite natural to tell Jeanette all about it.She was sitting in a recliner, all wrapped up in a blanket; all I could see was her head. It was winter, and we kept the heat low to save electricity, so the blanket was nothing unusual. She was watching some stupid movie on cable that was too tame to be porn but too risqu for regular television, but she muted it when I came in. I felt gross with my gooey underwear, and I wanted to take a shower, but I also wanted to talk to Jeanette first. So I went into my bedroom and quickly changed into clean panties and a sweatsuit, and came out and flopped onto the sofa.I told her the whole story, and as two girls chattering are inclined to drag things out it took a while to get to the end. I didnt catch on for a while, but when I was talking about how Bill was reaching through the leg hole of my panties I realized that Jeanette was masturbating while I was talking. There wasnt any one obvious thing that tipped me off, but there were lots of subtle things. I saw how she was looking at me with a sort of vacant expression, and I saw her rearrange herself underneath the blanket. Then I noticed that she was sort of jiggling in the chair, and thats when I realized, and I stopped talking."Dont stop" she pleaded. "Tell me what happened. Did you come? How was it?"I couldnt hardly believe what was happening, but I continued. I told her exactly what Bill did, and how it felt, and how I was jacking him off and what it was like when he came in my hand. All this time I was watching Jeanette. She closed her eyes and her motions became larger and more obvious. Clearly she was engrossed by my story and she was hanging on every word.Part of me felt like the whole thing was entirely too weird. But that part lost. I was also engrossed by the position of being in control somehow of Jeanettes sexual passion. Its as though we were having sex together, except that we didnt touch each other. I was starting to get off by telling Jeanette this story and seeing her get off. So I told her every tiny detail, every sensation, and she was really going full blast. Eventually she ripped the blanket off and I could see her every move. I dont think that she did this to affect me, she was too far gone into pleasureland to think like that. She just felt hot (temperature, not passion) and restricted and threw it off unconsciously. She was wearing a long night shirt pulled up to her waist. Her red panties, the sexy high-cut kind, were pulled down to her knees and she was pinching her clitoris with one hand while the other was thrusting in and out of her vagina. Between my unwashed crotch and hers the room was filled with the smell of sex and I could see the juices running out of her crack and onto the cushion. She was starting to gasp, and I knew that she was getting close to the edge. I didnt stop talking. I enjoyed the feeling of being in charge and reliving the event in my mind was getting me hot too. Im not a lesbian, and I didnt have any urge to join her, but sight of Jeanette there on the recliner was too much to resist. So I continued the saga, although I have to admit that I was beginning to add some things that didnt really happen. I reached one hand into the waistband of my sweat pants and gently massaged my clit through the panties that I had just put on. These were the first pair I grabbed out of the drawer, a pair of old cotton briefs that were faded and threadbare and honestly should have been thrown out months ago. But the soft cotton felt really nice against my clitoris, stubbornly peeking out of its place and demanding attention. So I rubbed and pinched it, just like Jeanette had done, and that was good, very good. The waves of pleasure started there at the top of my pussy and migrated out to all the parts of my body. When they reached my tits they focused on the nipples and sort of went zinging around in my chest and started a chain reaction that returned to my clitoris and back to the nipples and didnt seem like it would ever stop.When I came down from the mountain I suddenly realized that I was sitting there with my sweat pants off, one hand buried in those old, ratty panties, and the other grabbing my left breast and massaging it with the palm. I somehow knew that Id been gasping and shouting, and I saw Jeanette there on the recliner with one hand gently cupping her crotch, staring at me. I must have looked really shocked and embarrassed, having been caught masturbating like that - it was the first time someone had ever seen me. But Jeanette knew me by now. She reassured me that it was ok, that I shouldnt be embarrassed, and that she thought that it was beautiful to see me lost in oblivion like that. Hearing her say that made me feel a lot better about the whole thing.I think that night brought us closer together than any other moment.Jeanette was monosexual, but not me. I was hetero. I met Mr. Right, a manager in a department store, and we hit it off. Before too long, we were fucking like rabbits nearly every night and soon we got engaged. I worried that Jeanette might be upset that there was someone else in my life, but she said that she understood, and that wed always be the closest of friends. So I got married and moved into his house and had a daughter and became a Mommy.Sexually, Joe and I were perfectly matched. We made love damn near every night and we seemed to want exactly the same blend of variety and kinkiness and good, old-fashioned hugging and cuddling. I think I didnt masturbate even once in four years, even including the subconscious sort like washing extra well in the shower. It was that good.But the rest of it wasnt that good, and after eight years, when Debbie, my daughter, was seven, we got divorced. It wasnt ugly, and we didnt have any of the horrible fights over custody or who gets the coffee table, and Im really grateful for that. I rented a place just a few blocks from the house that Jeanette bought and moved in with Debbie and all my accumulated stuff. Officially she switched between me and Joe every month, but he lived about a mile away and she seemed to float to whichever house she wanted to be in at the moment, and that was cool with both of us. It seems a bit amazing that a girl that young could bounce by herself between two homes, but she was happy with it.Not having Joe around, I felt deprived sexually, and started masturbating again. I tried to do it in private, but Debbie and I were close, and I didnt want to repeat the errors of my mother, and I think she noticed when I disappeared behind the bedroom door for 30 minutes. I wasnt quite ready to show her how, like Jeanettes mom, but I knew that I would have to in a few years.I was over at Jeanettes house one night when she showed me something that shocked me. I know that she has shocked me several times before, but this was exceptional, even for Jeanette. Shes done a lot of shocking things, but this beats them all.Debbie was with Joe, and I was hanging out with Jeanette, having a cup of coffee, and just generally relaxing and gossiping. I was sitting next to her computer, which was running with the screen saver on, and I accidentally kicked the mouse with my hand. Its not a big deal, but doing so opened a window, and there was a big chart with a lot of numbers and dates. I looked at it for maybe 2 seconds, enough to see that it was pretty boring. I figured that it was some work that she had brought home, and thought nothing of it. Little did I knowWe were talking about all sorts of things, mostly sex, and I dont really remember how the subject came up, but Jeanette mentioned her logbook, and said that it was on the screen right next to me. It took me a while to comprehend what she was trying to tell me. Eventually she had to spell it out very slowly and carefully: Jeanette had a log recording every single time she had masturbated since that first time with her mother when she was nine.Just thinking about it while Im writing makes me wonder if this is all a dream, even though Ive seen it and read it. Its so fantastic a record. Just try to think of how many times youve masturbated, over your whole life, and youll begin to gain an appreciation for what a record this is.So Jeanette explained it "Well, at first it was a diary entry. At that time, I was going through a diary phase, and I wrote in the diary what Id done. Later, when I got out of the diary phase it still seemed interesting, so I just kept a record of the masturbation. Now its a spreadsheet, like you see on the computer. Look, you can see the data recorded for each entry."And, of course, I looked. Each time she masturbated was given a log number. The latest entry, dated that morning, was number 19,264. Wow! Shes jilled off almost TWENTY THOUSAND times, and she has a record of each and every time. Unbelievable!With each entry, were several data fields. Some were obvious, like date and time. Others were more cryptic. "Oh, see, very few people know about it. Theres probably only three other people Ive showed it too. I didnt want it to become public knowledge, since theres a lot of people that might hurt me or something, so I keep most of the entries in a sort of code, so that if someone saw it without knowing, they couldnt tell what it was about.""The date and time are pretty obvious. The next column is where I did it. The last one says bm, thats my bedroom. After that lists any toys, and it is pw. Then a column for whoever I was with, and thats blank also. I record the number of orgasms I had, although sometimes I have to guess it I cant keep track exactly. And I rate the session on a scale, but just to be vague I use a scale of 8 to 13. So you can see that it was at 6:45 this morning, just as I woke up, I used my pillow, I was alone, I came just once, and I rated it a 10, which is just average. The last column is for remarks, for anything unusual. That I also put in code.""Like what?", I asked. I knew that Jeanette did some things that I might regard as weird, but I didnt know exactly what. I figured that Id never ask her straight up what kinky things shed done that week, but with the record I could see without having to ask any embarrassing questions."Well, scroll up through the table till you find something." Clearly Jeanette wasnt hiding anything. In fact, I felt honored that she was trusting me with this information. I figured that one of the three others that knew was Julia, her younger sister. Jana, the older, might, but seemed less likely. Who the others were, I had no idea. But I was in pretty select company.Entry 19,202 looked good. Heres what it had listed:19202, 5-27-97, 1530, wt, -, -, 2, 12, urn thro udw - bldr full"Ok, May 27th, at 3:30 in the afternoon. You were alone, came twice, and it was really good. I see that. But where is wt, and what is the comment? I cant make any sense of that at all.""Of course you cant, silly. Its in code. Even though you know its about masturbation you still cant figure it out!""So tell me what it means already! You cant tease me like this and not tell me what it means." I dont like being teased at all."All right. I had lunch that day with a friend and we talked the whole time about her boyfriend, and sex, and a lot of other great things. I was wearing the floral dress that you hate, the white one with the red flowers printed on it. It was hot that day, and I drank a lot of tea with lunch. When I got back the boss called me into a meeting with Sales that he said was really important and I couldnt miss it. I was scrambling to finish my activity report and get to the meeting before it started. Hes an ok boss, but hes obsessed with punctuality; I knew that if I was late to the meeting Id catch hell for it.""So anyway, I get there, and as its starting I realize that its going to be a long one, and I really should have gone to pee before. I really worried that I might have a problem. See, the meeting was mostly really boring, about projects that I dont work on, but sometimes theyd say something important about my project, and I was afraid to leave and go to the bathroom for fear that Id miss something.""What did you do?" I asked. I certainly knew how that felt. When I was in the 8th grade one of my friends called me Puddles because I had to pee every other class. I hated that name! I never had an accident, but I could identify with feeling stuck in a room and desperate for a toilet break."Nothing! I sat there. The air conditioning in the room was making it even worse. I was sitting in the chair with my legs tightly crossed and tried to keep my mind on other things. The problem was, you know how my mind works, I kept thinking of the conversation Id had at lunch and I started to get really horny. It was so strange to be thinking of sex and trying to hold it at the same time. Finally the meeting broke up and I ran to the restroom as fast as I could.""I rushed into the first empty stall and shut the door. I yanked up my dress and stuffed my hand into my panties and started to rub myself, sitting there on the toilet. I was sooo hot! But I couldnt hold it, not even for a minute. I started peeing, on my hand and through my panties. I was peeing and coming and coming and peeing at the same time, and I couldnt stop either. It wasnt something I had planned, it just happened that way, and it was so exciting!""Didnt you make a big mess or something?""No, I really lucked out. I wasnt wearing pantyhose that day, just the panties. They got soaked, and a bit dribbled down my legs, but it mostly went into the toilet. I finished masturbating and came a second time and it was just fantastic - I was sitting there just shaking all over when it hit me. Then I dried my legs with the toilet paper and left.""But what about your wet panties? You didnt take them off and walk around naked under the dress, did you?""No, I just pulled them back up.""What!!! Wasnt that really gross?""No, its not that bad. After what Id done, it was even exciting, like having a reminder of what had happened."We went on for a while, discussing the idea of peeing as a part of masturbation, and I could see that that accident had opened up a new door for Jeanette. I still thought it was repulsive, but Jeanette was immune to repulsion; shed try anything. She told me that later that week she tried sitting on the edge of her bathtub and trying to pee to the far end, like boys can, and masturbated furiously afterward.As I said, I think thats pretty sick, but with Jeanette, anything goes.We got in the habit of opening the logbook file sometimes, picking a number at random, and looking at that entry. It made for some pretty interesting conversation. Like the time that her college days came upBit by bit, I got most of the story out of her. It wasnt a question of being shy (Jeanette? Shy?), but simply that we often got sidetracked, and it took several nights before I had a clear understanding of what her college days were like.When Jeanette first got to college, she was an avid masturbator. I think that she masturbated more often than I washed my hands! But she had been told by her mother and sister that it was something to be kept private, rather than openly in public. She had shared a room with Lori for two months before they knew about each other"I was in bed one night," Jeanette explained, "with my fingers busy down below. I usually did it in the middle of the night, because I thought that if I was masturbating earlier Lori might disturb me, and I was enjoying what little privacy I had. But that night Lori had gone to bed early and I stayed up late working, so I thought I could masturbate earlier without waking Lori up.""I was laying in the bed with the covers down around my knees. The room was very dark, I couldnt see a thing, and I had my fingers busy inside my panties. I wasnt really rubbing yet, just gently pressing against my clit. I had just gotten started, I was only just beginning to get wet when I heard something across the room. It had to be Lori, but I didnt know if she was just rolling over, or if she was awake.""Did you know if she masturbated?""No, we had never talked about it. Its funny, we were close, but it never came up.""What was she like?", I asked."Its funny, but you remind me of her. She had a great figure, and large breasts, like yours. She wasnt very happy with her looks, but I really envied herI always wanted to have bigger boobs, and a better figure, instead of looking like a basketball player"Its amazing how different people see things differently. Maybe its a case of the grass being greener on the other side. But I had often wished to be skinnier, like Jeanette, and to have smaller breasts, like hers, instead of these two things that look like they came from a cow. Now she says that she wished to look like me, and that I remind her of a girl she knew twenty years ago!Jeanette continued "I was laying there. I wasnt scared, but I felt uncomfortable not knowing if Lori was watching me or not. I pulled my hand out of my panties, and just lay there, and I heard her calling my name.""Jeanette, she called softly, are you awake?""Yes""Are you masturbating?""I didnt know what to say. I wasnt embarrassed, but I was shocked that she knew. So all I said was yes, and then she really surprised me.""So am I she said, softly, but she seemed a little scared""Then she reached up and opened the blinds on the window next to her bed. We used that as a night light. There was a translucent shade for privacy, so all we got was a gentle glow from the window. I could see her, laying in the bed. She flipped back the blanket with one hand and the other was between her legs, like mine had been. Her long night shirt was pulled up and she was not wearing any panties, which really turned me on. She looked at me and didnt stop. Her long finger was moving in and out of her pussy, which was a way that Id tried once and didnt like; I usually rubbed on the lips outside and on my clitoris.""Dont stop she pleaded. I want to see you. I was out of the blanket already, so she could see me, wearing an old tee shirt and a pair of high-cut pink cotton panties, but I had stopped rubbing when I heard her. Please."I could hardly believe this! Here was someone telling Jeanette to not be shy!"So I started rubbing again, with my hand on the outside of my panties. It was really erotic, I was watching her and she looked so very beautiful. Her finger kept on going, in and out. She scooted up on the bed so that her head was higher, and she could see me better. I saw that her eyes were locked on my hand and she spread her legs wider to let me see her clearly for the first time. You have no idea how turned on I was, even though I had seen my sisters and others masturbate many times this was just like the first, it was so new and exciting.""Lori started to talk, while she was still masturbating. Everyone I knew never said anything, but Lori could talk with her finger still going in and out, and obviously enjoying every stroke. I never saw another girl do it, she said, with a deep, sensual voice. I knew everyone did, but I never saw it, and I wanted so much to see you, ever since I first heard you masturbating in bed.""It blew my mind that she had known all along. I was just speechless. But I didnt have to say anything; Lori took command. I was afraid to tell you, but I had to do it eventually. I wanted to watch you so bad. I would lay here quietly masturbating, listening to you moan and trying to visualize what you looked like. You have no idea how hot and wet I am now that I can see you at last.""That was too much for me. I couldnt hold back now. I turned and faced Lori, and removed my panties, so that she could see me. We were both staring at each other, entranced by the nature of the moment. You dont know, Kathy, how incredibly sensual it was, with the dim light and everything.""Lori was staring at my crotch, watching every movement. I had my legs spread so my sex was wide open and visible. My clit felt like a rock pressing down on the edge of my pussy, and I was very gently rubbing the labia against it. Loris eyes were wide open, glued to my finger. I saw, because I was watching her face as much as her pussy. I saw the look in her face as soon as I did anything.""What was surprising was her hair. Lori had more hair down there than anyone Ive ever seen. It was thick and dark black and covered everything. All I could see was her finger slowly disappearing into the hair and reappearing. I think that seeing my pussy clearly because I have so little hair, and because its lighter, was a big turn-on to her. Anyway, we both started getting hotter and hotter and we started to grunt and moan. We were practically synchronized. We came at the same instant, and I think that Lori had the biggest orgasm of her life. She was grabbing at her crotch and rolling on the bed and shouting and when she was done she just collapsed on the bed. Mine was pretty good, but hers was incredible"Well, I suppose you get the picture now. I could go on and on for at least a week about the stories that Jeanette told me from that logbook. But Ill save them for another story