The Old Gang Back Together Again

It was a great idea, and we met at my pub. Gossip and exchange of news followed, and girls being girls, they quickly realised why I was on the orange juices. 

We had agreed to turn up wearing as close to out school PE kit as we could manage. For most of us, that meant pleated mid-thigh skirt, dark green panties (not one of us would be seen dead in the bloomer-type things they made us wear) white shirt, and jumper. Once our coats were off, we really looked the part. 

Under normal, ie summer, weather we’d have been out on the cricket green, but since that’s under two feet of snow, it would be a little cold even for us. Still….. we did want to do something somewhere. 

Then…lightbulb moment…..the mall! There is an area of artificial grass in the middle with what they call ‘summer lighting’…meaning that in the winter they light it with this special light that’s supposed to feel like summer. Anyway, it was getting on for lunchtime and thaat meant people would be about. 

The mall was, as expected, very busy. The green area already had people on it eating their sandwiches, but we found a corner for ourselves and ‘assumed the position’ which was in a spread-out circle, sitting upright with legs crossed. This made our pleated skirts ride up and, of course, exposed our crotches. A quick scan round revealed some of us already had a tell-tale dark spot forming…those I could see, anyway. As for me, well….I’m like a waterfall down there at the moment. Now and then one of us would lean backwards on our arms, exposing even more panty to the passing people. 

Men looked and looked away quickly, scared to be seen to be staring, some looked for longer, and now and then a guy would pretend to do up a shoelace near us, no doubt filling his wank bank for later. Sometimes a woman would look as well. 

Emma held my panty-based interest though. Hers were, as agreed a dark green, but the material they were made of cause them to hug every fold. I could clearly make out her labia and even her clit, and that’s was hooked me. Her clit was quite obviously pierced. Fuuuuuck. We talked, as girls will do, about memories from school, the not-so-innocent panty flashing we engaged in, the im-school wanking we did, and of course the nuns featured as well as the two monks we had as teachers. Apparently one of the younger nuns has quit and is now in civilian life. Of course, our sex lives soon surfaced, and everyone was very proud of me marrying another girl, AND getting pregnant. “Sure, we’ll be lookin’ for another star in the East soon!” (Cue raucous laughter.) 

Back at my home, and it being Dani’s day off, we gathered in the lounge and we all sat on the carpet in front of the fire. By now, there were only four of us left, the other girl having other things to do. Again our talk reverted to school. 

“God, it felt so feckin’ horny though, didn’t it?”

“Fuck yes…and remember when we went commando? Our little pink pussies leaking onto the grass.”

“It’s a wonder we never tried to get ourselves off right there and then.” 

“Well…actually……”

The talk seemed to slow, almost like it was coming at us through treacle…longer pauses, and a definite tension, almost like we all had an unspoken thought brewing that was bordering on the too much. 

I broke the bubble. “Well, I’ll tell you this. I wouldn’t have had the slightest problem with a group wank….back then….or now.”

Jess  said “were you….you know…gay back then too?”

“I’m not gay, I’m bisexual, and yes. I don’t think people ‘become’ gay or bi or straight. You are what you are. It’s what you choose to acknowledge that matters.”

(Pause)

“Did you…er…fancy any of us?”

Oh dear.

“Right…let’s clear this up. When YOU were all going through puberty, you were all horny little bitches, right? And, I bet you wanked yourselves silly over a wide range of things…correct? Well, so did I. The only difference being as well as boys, girls turned me on too.”

“And me…sometimes.” Mary-Anne’s voice pierced the silence. “And I think every girl has had a quick wank over another girl at least once in their lives.”

(Silence..during which I took a quick scan of the by-now very wet girls around me.)

The talks strayed off to ‘sexy things’ we’d done as teenagers, and much raucous laughter ensued, but now and then there’d be a little grabbing of the crotch and someone would say “Oh feck stop! Yer’ll make me cumm in my panties” somehow we seemed to have morphed back into horny little 15 year olds in 23 year old besides. 

And then the moment that was inevitable arrived. At one comment we all giggled and grabbed our crotches. Except we didn’t let go. We simply started to masturbate together. Mary-Anne was the first girl to slip her hand into her panties, while Jess pulled hers aside. 

Emma took hers off, and I was right, a small piercing with two little golden balls at either end through her clitoral hood. “I’m into girls too sometimes” she said (I always thought so!) “swap?” She held her panties out to me and I took my ruined ones off for her. 

Then? Then we simply did what we wanted to do all those years ago and had a good, old-fashioned group wank. Me inhaling Emma, and she inhaling me. We could easily have fallen on one another and treated the other two to a full-on lez-fest, but lesbian sex can be distasteful to straight girls, so we didn’t. 

The first cum was like a clearing of the air type of thing. I won’t say it was spectacularly good, just something we all needed to get out of the way. By now, we all had our panties off and the sex talk resumed. It turned out all of us had either fantasies over, or actually done something with another girl at onetime. Emma and me had, obviously, Mary-Anne had kissed a girl once, and Jess had masturbated over being masturbated by another girl. “Sometimes. I’d just wonder what it would be like to have another girl do it to me….even when my boyfriend was going down on me I’d wonder if a girl would do it like that.” This led to another round of touching, but this time, I offered my hand to Jess. 

Her’s simply fell away from her sex and soon we were lying down on the thick-piled carpet and all my attention was on her. I could hear sounds of the other two getting it on, presumably with themselves, but I didn’t look, so who knows?  In my mind, I had the better deal. There’s no greater privilege than being someone’s first, especially when she whispers in your ear “it was you I wanked over.” 

Slipping two fingers inside her was heaven, especially as I felt her bear down on my fingers, and I ached to go down on her, but genuinely I didn’t know if that would be too much until I felt a gentle pressure on my head. Jess is clean shaven and smelled heavenly. As my tongue touched her she twitched and I thought she would cum there and then. Tongue fucking her was a delight too, and when she indicated a 69 would be nice, I wriggled over her face and again, after a quick look to see the other two kissing deeply and rubbing each other off, I plunged back between her thighs. 

Jess came so hard into my mouth, and there was a squirt or two as well. 

Ooohh fuck! Since becoming pregnant, I’m usually soaking wet. When I cum it’s like a firehose. I’m going to drown this girl. I managed to squeak “I squirt….a fuck of a lot. Please…..stop now!” 

She didn’t. A finger just pushed up my bum and I lost the plot. 

When I turned around after having climbed off her, she had a face like a glazed donut, and was licking her lips. She’d managed to swallow most of me though, so kudos to her. 

“Hehehe…well…that’s me in the dyke club then!” 

We decided that stripping off would be a fun thing so we all sat around naked, trying to outdo one another in sitting in lewd positions. We shared intimate details of our sex lives, and that resulted in more masturbation, sometimes just one of us might cum, sometimes all of us, sometimes one would do another. I’m convinced, put four straight girls on a desert island, and one month later they’d all have had sex. 

As I watched Jess masturbate Mary-Anne, the thought occurred to me how beautiful it is when one person gives another the trust to allow them to make them cum, and what a privilege it is to be allowed to do it. It’s hard to explain, but I knew, simply knew beyond all doubt that in Jess’s mind, the only thing that mattered to her was Mary-Anne’s pleasure. There wasn’t the slightest thought of herself and her own obvious arousal. It was such a selfless gesture that I wanted to suck Jess off again right there, but knew that wasn’t what Jess wanted. 

The other girls? Well, I ended up being masturbated by Emma….and this had followed a discussion about how much her clit piercing hurt. Does it make her horny all the time? No, but getting horny is just a matter of reminding herself that it’s there. Does it help her cum? Oh yes. A pair of tight jeans and a good long walk! Playing with it with my tongue (the first time Emma had been eaten out by another girl) was a fascinating experience for me. 

And for her, judging by the strength of her orgasm. She didn’t go down on me though, but she did finger me and kiss me, and that girl can kiss, let me tell you. 

As we were getting dressed, Jess suddenly said “Ok, honesty time….how many of us here wanked over anyone else here?” Four hands raised.

But only I knew how many girls had smelled the others panties in the locker room!