This was told to me when I was about 16 by a friend. I now wonder if she was in fact trying to come on to me. Looking back, I think she was......damn.....I missed out!
(Clara) Clara is 16, and my best friend from school. We are totally at ease around each other and we have been naked together more than once. I guess it’s the usual thing....we would steal furtive little glances to see who had the biggest boobs (she did) and who had the most pubic hair (that would be me) One evening, Clara was sitting on my bed talking to me, but unusually, she was sitting in such a way that I could see right up her skirt. As usual, Clara was talking about sex....well....masturbation. Neither of us had done it yet. She said “I sometimes think about what it would be like with another girl......you know.....fingering her and being fingered by her......kissing her boobs and slipping my hand into her panties.” I noticed Clara becoming slightly flushed, but then so was I. “Yeah......I’d like that” she continued. “Sometimes when I play with myself I imagine a girl watching me. She watches for a while and then comes over to me. The kisses me and undresses me and then kisses down my bod until she gets to my cunny. I’d love to feel a girl kiss me there......mmmmm.....makes me wet just thinking about it.” And I could see it did! Her panties had a visible wet patch, and it was growing. I remember asking “Don’t you worry about squirting?” (We both squirted.....in fact Clara was fairly sure that she peed sometimes too and had old me as much. “I mean....what if you peed while she was still down there?” Clara closed her eyes for a moment and fidgeted on the bed. “Mmmmm. You know, I don’t think I’d care. I certainly wouldn’t care if I was the one....you know....down there. All I know is that thinking about it when I diddle myself makes me cum soooo fucking hard.” At this point, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Yes, I rubbed a quick one out because at 16, ANY sexual talk got me going. When I came back to my room Clara was lying full length on the bed looking very hot. Her face was bright red and her legs were clamped firmly together. Looking back, I think that she was inviting me and I missed it.....and I also think that the moment I left the room she had masturbated. I don’t remember if there was a scent of sex in the air, but thinking back, I like to imagine there was. Clara and I are still good friends. Although we never did anything sexual with each other back then, I think it still might happen. She's visiting me for a few days tomorrow. If the opportunity presents itself, this time, I will act on it.
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