Can’t quite recall whether I was 14 or 15….probably nearer 15.
The first flush of puberty was long past, as was my first tentative foray into masturbation, boy/girl exploration and girl/girl exploration. Oh that’s not to say I’d done everything that two people can do to and with one another…far from it…but I’d made a damn good start!
And I was beginning to notice subtle nuances.
There were three of us, sitting on a tartan travel rug on my parents lawn with a picnic spread out between us. We’d had the ‘period’ talk, and had moved on to ‘boyfriends’ and what we had done…or maybe it was perhaps coloured with a little of what we’d like to do but hadn’t quite been brave enough yet.
Still…it’s not as if any of us were shy, retiring little flowers. Oh no! We were, and there’s no other way to describe us, really, permanently on heat!
I had been lying almost on my back, but proposed up on my elbows, knees bent and together and feet about a foot apart. One girl was sitting upright with her legs curled around her and leaning on one arm, The other girl was kneeling…and casting furtive glances between my legs at that little ‘V’ of panty that I knew damn well I was showing. Actually, more accurately, at te visibly moist little ‘V’ of panty that I knew I was showing.
You see, I had a secret. I had smelled the panties of both these girls, and had got myself rather pleasantly off with those of the girl (Hazel) who was glancing at my crotch. I also had another secret. I had started to shave completely down there…one of only three girls in my year who had. I had shaved only that morning and my entire crotch was still a little stingy from the exercise.
So, we were talking about boys, but suddenly, it was as if a telepathic conversation between me and Hazel was taking place. Unheard, and unsuspected by the other girl present, and with us still taking part in the verbal conversation, but secretly, mind to mind…
(Hazel) “ Anna, I can see your panties, and….and I can see you’re wet.”
“Mm…yes, I am.”
“And it’s not because we’re talking about dicks, is it?”
“Not at all.”
“I….i want to see what you look like….down there.”
“I want you to see as well.”
“Anna, sometimes, when im in bed at night, I think about….touching…another girl.”
“Me too….in fact, I have done.”
“Ohh..I wish it had been me.”
“In a way, it was. Sometimes, I smell your panties at school”
“I knew someone was messing around because they’re never where I leave them.”
“Im wet…for you…right now.”
“Im imagining you fingering me…and…licking me.”
“Hazel, I’d love to lick you. I’d love for you to lick me.”
“Oh fuck…you’re going to make me cum in my panties.”
“Go on then. Let me see you cum but don’t let Angela see that you’re cumming.”
And right there at that point in the imaginary conversation, Hazel started to cough and splutter. She blamed it on an insect flying into her mouth, but insects don’t cause sex flushes do they? True, the discussion had become downright filthy, but to this day I wonder if we had a telepathic conversation, just her and me, that resulted in her cumming in her panties?
Now, wouldn’t that be nice?
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