Subject: A Tween Sleepover
Story Codes: mf ff masturbation voyeurism
Diary Date: March 12, 2001
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Obviously at the time of this entry I wasn’t a “tween” in the sense of
being eleven or twelve years old. In this case it more describes the
phase of my life between when I first started having sex and when it
became more than just me and the boys at school. Sleepovers were
something I always loved and none were better than the ones I shared with
my very best friend in the whole world - Beth.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - My Tween Years
Chapter 2 - Best Friends Forever
Chapter 3 - Teasing My Dad
Chapter 4 - Fooling Around
Chapter 1 - My Tween Years
==========================
As I mentioned in the summary, the term “tween” here has nothing to do
with age per se. Rather it’s in reference to a period in my life between
two of the most significant events in my life - the loss of my virginity
and the start of my incestuous relationship with my dad. It was a time
of learning, exploration and frankly a lot of fun for me. Looking back
I’d also have to say it was also perhaps the most naïve time of my life
as well. Indeed, I’m more than a little embarrassed now when I reflect
back on those days and see just how clueless I was. Most people seem to
have a difficult time accepting that I could really be so unaware of what
was happening around me at the time yet I would challenge those same
skeptics to sit back and think about how THEY would’ve acted and what
THEY would have understood had they been in the same circumstances as me.
I lost my virginity when I was fourteen to the brother of one of my best
friends. At the time I was more than ready. Not only did I crave doing
it, my mom had prepared me well as she wanted to be sure my first time
wasn’t one of those horror stories so many girls seem to tell about
theirs. While I can’t say she was especially anxious for me to become
sexually active, at the same time she knew it was useless to try and
pretend that she could stop me if that’s what I really wanted. In her
mind it was better to accept the inevitable and deal with it than to do
what so many parents do these days and try to pretend that if she ignored
it then it wouldn’t happen. And people wonder why we have so many teen
pregnancies!
My mom’s dealings with my sex life were in line with my parent’s overall
philosophy towards parenting. Not that they were uncaring or overly
permissive. If anything at the time I would’ve said exactly the opposite
as if anything their rules seemed rather restrictive to me. What I’m
thankful for today, and how I plan to raise my own children as well, is
that they didn’t ignore those topics that might upset them or cause them
worry, such as me going out late with friends or even having sex.
Instead, they addressed such issues head-on and in doing so established
clear rules and boundaries. These allowed me a lot of flexibility yet at
the same time set very clear expectations along with disciplinary actions
if I failed to follow them.
A prime example of such an area was my wardrobe. True, some people might
have considered my outfits a bit on the risqué side and for sure my Aunt
Sheri (my dad’s youngest brother’s wife) was always making her obnoxious
opinions known. At despite my Aunt’s declarations to the contrary there
WERE rules and boundaries my mom set which she expected me to follow.
For example, in grade school I was always required to wear panties any
time I was away from home. Not that I was anxious to run out and flash
people but at the same time I’ve always enjoyed the feeling of being bare
under a dress or skirt.
While the pantie rule was inviolate, at the same time my mom never pushed
me when it came to bras. Of course it wasn’t like I was blessed as my
best friend Beth was who was already a C cup in 8th grade. My tiny boobs
were a constant source of embarrassment to my through my of my high
school years until Mother Nature finally visited me in my college years.
Fortunately I learned early on that guys weren’t nearly as obsessed with
your boobs if you gave them other things to focus on instead! To this
day I avoid bras whenever possible although when teaching they are a
requirement. When going out, face it - they come in handy at times when
to comes to teasing men.
LOTS of other rules and guidelines were imposed on me growing up, most of
which had nothing to do with sex of course. Bed time, keeping my room
clean, housework, etc. were all spelled out for me. That’s what you get
when you're the only child of a lawyer I guess. My point being was that
despite the heavy-handedness in some areas, my parents didn’t go
overboard and dictate things to me unless they were really important.
Once I started having sex with my boyfriend Steve I was hooked - I loved
sex. No... make that I LOVED sex!! It’s not like I’d been unfamiliar
with the concept. Heck, I started masturbated over three years earlier
which was another thing that hooked me immediately once I started. I
guess it’s sort of funny in a way that my mom actually had to set up some
rules for me when it came to pleasuring myself but then when you’re just
eleven you don’t always fully understand the consequences of your
actions. It felt so darn good to touch myself that I was doing it all
the time, including places and circumstances which were inappropriate -
at least so far as my mom was concerned. Hence the rule that doing it at
home or in the car was OK but otherwise not in public, or at the very
minimum not where anybody could see me. Sure that seems obvious now but
back then I sort of had a one-track mind when it came to my pussy!
Luckily I wasn’t the only one in my circle of friends who felt this way
about her pussy. Just about all of my close friends seemed to “self-
discover” about the same time as me although I don’t think they had the
blessing and instruction of their moms that I was fortunate to have. For
sure I knew most didn’t do it around their parents which I sort of found
odd in that my parents treated masturbation as just something normal that
everyone does so there was no need to hide when you did it. As for those
friends that didn’t start doing it on their own... it only took a couple
of sleepovers to convince them how much fun it was.
So in terms of masturbation, my tween years and my friends that brings up
an important note. Sure we played while together but we never actually
physically played WITH each other. Of course I was fully aware of what a
lesbian was thanks to my dad’s extensive porn collection and video
viewing habits on the TV, yet the idea of doing it with another girl
wasn’t exactly something I liked to think about. When we all got
together the topic was BOYS, not girls!
My sex life during this time was also what I’d categorize as being pretty
standard and straight-forward. While I was faithful sexually to my first
boyfriend, unfortunately his mom was transferred to California after only
about six months after we started fucking leaving me uber horny and
alone. Well, THAT didn’t last long, or at least the “alone” part. I
quickly found that there were plenty of other boys at school and church
that were more than ready to step into Steve’s shoes.
After going through the grief of losing my first boyfriend I wasn’t
anxious to tie myself down to one guy again an time soon. I guess you
could say I became a slut in that it was pretty well known that I put out
on the first date. Still, at the same time that just made it easy to
always HAVE a date. When I say “put out”, it’s not like I fucked them
all, or even a majority. Blowjobs were my real forte at the time and I
like to think I had quite a good reputation when it came to my technique.
It didn’t hurt I was one of the few girls my age who gladly swallowed.
Wow, it was amazing how fast THAT little tidbit got around!
So while I blew lots of boys during my “tween” years, I only fucked a few
of them. Not that I didn’t have sex - no, I had tons of sex! I just
limited the number of guys who actually got to fuck me but those that did
got to do me a lot. This was primarily due to my mom’s advice as she
knew there was a fine line between being a slut and a skank.
Because of my self-imposed restrictions on who fucked me, I never did
large groups of guys during my tween years. The only real exception was
the time I teased my first boyfriend’s younger brother and his friends
but that was a totally different circumstance. There was no real need
for me to do such things at the time as blowing guys at parties was fun
and most of my friends were doing the same. While I was one of the
earlier ones in my circle of friends to lose my virginity, it wasn’t like
I was the first by any stretch of the imagination. If anything, at least
at that age, I wasn’t getting fucked the most either. Yet seeing how the
boys treated and talked about the girls who fucked more than me I was
glad my mom had taught me well, even if at the beginning I wasn’t exactly
thrilled about it (like I’ve said, I LOVED sex!!).
So in my “tween” period most of my dates pretty much followed the same
agenda. I suppose you could say that my reputation was as a “cock hound”
so the guy was usually pretty anxious to get started right from the
start. I found out quickly that sex in public was thrilling although I
was also careful never to be TOO public about it. The real thrill was in
being in a situation where you COULD be seen, not that anyone actually
did. So for most dates I would start off the night with a hand job in
his car. Depending on the time we had and the guy I might even blow him
while he was driving. Movies were the usual night’s treat although I
knew it was more because the guys wanted to play around in the dark than
see what was on the big screen. I would usually stroke them and
depending on the size of the crowd I might even suck them off. Of course
they wanted to feel me up which I didn’t mind although face it, teenage
boys aren’t always the most caring when it comes to fondling you!
While I LOVED giving oral sex, I wasn’t as much when it came to
receiving. Not that I had any hang-ups about it but more that most boys
simply didn’t have a clue when it came to licking me down there. Usually
I only let them do it if I planned to let them fuck me. So far as
touching me it was pretty much whatever they wanted. I generally enjoyed
it and what the heck, they were paying for everything so it’s not like I
couldn’t be as little accommodating in return.
I’ve mentioned my mom’s influence on me during my tween years without
talking about my dad which is important as I define the end of this
period as when I started having sex with him. Given this, it should be
obvious that I did NOT have any sexual relationships with my father prior
to that day. That’s not to say we were exactly platonic in every way.
Yet at the same time this is the topic about which I now look back and
shake my head at how utterly clueless I was. In my defense, I think I
had good reason to be yet I know what people must think when they hear
about it... how could I have not known? More specifically, how could I
have had no idea my dad wanted nothing more than to fuck me?
Well, try putting yourself in my shoes before being so quick to judge me.
OK, so did I see my dad naked back then? Yes and he saw me naked as well
BUT it wasn’t like we ran around like it was some nudist colony. Nudity
wasn’t something to be flaunted, just not hidden as if there was
something wrong with it. Was I free to enter the bathroom with my dad in
the shower? Why not? Did I worry about closing my door when I was
dressing? Why bother? Did we sleep nude? Yes but when out of bed we
almost always had something on like a robe, shorts, etc. Nude in the hot
tub? Why not as the chemicals just ruined bathing suits. It also made
using the jets a lot easier if you know what I mean.
People ask if I saw my dad with an erection? Yet why would I think that
it meant he wanted to have sex with me? Like duh, he WAS a man and as my
mom taught me, men can’t exactly control that thing between their legs
even when they really didn’t mean for it to react the way it did.
Without being boastful I like to think I was sort of cute growing up so
for my dad NOT to react as a man would’ve been odd. It’s not like he
ever said anything about having such thoughts and desires. I NEVER
deliberately touched his dick although at times I might feel it against
me like those times when I would sit on his lap in the hot tub or when he
as watching TV. Like really, how would I NOT? It’s not like he tucked
in between his legs or went out of his way to hide it. In any case I
knew full well what it was and so far as I was concerned it was just a
part of him touching me no different than anything else. OK, so I DID
touch him once but that was long before my tween years when I was just
eight years old. Heck, back then I had no idea what sex even was! I was
curious about it after seeing my dad masturbate so my mom dealt with the
situation like she does everything else - directly.
Did I saw I saw my dad masturbate? Well, pretty much all the time!
Again, he’s a man and men masturbate, same as women do. If he was
watching porn or even if he was just turned on by a woman on TV (Amanda
Tapping on StarGate was one of his favorites) he’d jerk off, just as any
man would if his wife didn’t mind and my mom wasn’t about to say anything
since she sometimes did the same. Heck, I would masturbate when he was
around as well but it was never like I put on a show or intentionally did
it so he could see me. When you’re raised such that masturbation is
perfectly normal when you felt the need you just did it.
So was my dad curious about me sexually? Of course he was. He was my
father after all and all fathers (or at least all fathers should) care
about their little girl’s well-being. When I would bring a boy home and
take him to my room for sex I knew he would sometimes check up on us and
even watch a little bit. After all, wasn’t my safety the whole point of
my parents encouraging me to have sex at home rather than some back seat
or other potentially dangerous place? Just knowing my parents were
around was enough to keep most guys in line in terms of doing anything
bad. Even so I felt better knowing that my dad was right outside my door
keeping an eye on me just in case.
That’s just a few points to help people understand why it never occurred
to me that my dad wanted me sexually. Of course eventually things
changed and to this day we have the most loving and respectful
relationship a father and daughter can share. Still, I sometimes regret
my tween years as being time lost forever when we could’ve been doing it.
It’s really more about him than me as I would’ve fulfilled his needs and
desires sooner than I eventually did.
Chapter 2 - Best Friends Forever
================================
Without a doubt nobody has had a better BFF than I’ve had in Beth. We’re
almost the exact same age and have known each other since we were little
girls after having met in preschool. While we definitely don’t share the
same thoughts and opinions on everything, we both respect the other and
never make judgments.
Unlike me, a single child, Beth had a brother so I would often hear her
tales of woe and misery about the “abuse” she would have to tolerate from
him. Of course that wasn’t anything physical, just the normal sibling
rivalries I think every family with multiple kids has to deal with.
Also, just to make it clear from the outset, she has never had incestual
sex of any sort and has no interest in doing so although today she finds
it pretty exciting that I do.
In some ways I’ve been jealous of Beth and I’m sure there are others
things for which she is jealous of me. For example, with two
professional incomes (my mom is an RN and my dad’s a pricey layer) we
aren’t exactly rich but at the same time it’s not like I’ve exactly ever
suffered financially. Beth’s dad has a more menial job which barely
pays the bills but fortunately he apparently must be a genius when it
comes to managing his finances as they have a really nice house, complete
with something which I’m totally jealous of HER for having - a swimming
pool. Sure my home has a hot tub but I always loved going to her house
and jumping in the pool.
What REALLY made me jealous of Beth was her body - her boobs to be more
specific. OK, so she’s always been a LITTLE bit on the heavy side but’s
not like she’s fat by any stretch of the imagination. Beth had the
distinction of being the first girl in my class to have boobs - in fifth
grade no less, and I was amazed at how fast they grew once they got
started. While most girls started with their training bras in sixth and
seventh grade, Beth was already into a B cup in sixth and a pushing a C
in eighth. Well, that’s when she started wearing that size although my
mom was quick to point out she should have moved up well before then.
Another thing about her I was jealous of, at least in grade school, was
she was also the first of my friends to suck a cock AND lose her
virginity - and both to high school seniors at that when we’d just
started seventh grade! She was always hanging around with the older boys
who seemed drawn to her tiny body with the oversized boobs like hungry
wolves to fresh meat. Meanwhile girls like me without the “boy magnets”
were left to just watch and wish!
Despite all this one of the great thing about Beth was that she never
bragged about her active sex life or the older boys she dated. Sure we
talked about them all the time but it was more friends talking than her
trying to show me up. Gawd, I use to get SO horny when she would tell me
(in great detail) about how thrilling it was to have sex! She would in
essence “relive” her experiences in telling me so it was little wonder we
usually wound up doing what came natural - masturbate.
Beth was the first girl (well, girl my age as I don’t count my mom and
her sister) I ever saw masturbate and the first to ever watch me do it.
I think we were both barely twelve at the time and she was once again
going into incredible detail on how it felt to be penetrated by a hard
dick that I just had to touch myself. The funny thing is that it was
like we both just needed one of us to break the ice as no sooner than she
saw what I was doing than she was doing the same to herself. Before long
we both had driven ourselves to incredible orgasms.
While after that it became pretty routine to touch ourselves whenever we
got horny, the idea of touching each other never came up, not even
jokingly. Sometimes we’d be next to each other as we did it and maybe
even cross our legs over one another’s but that was just what best
friends did. Heck, I never even touched her boobs let alone her pussy.
There was no kissing, staring at each other... nothing like that which
seems most guys expect when I tell them about it. It was nothing more
than two best friends sharing thoughts and experiences and doing what
came natural. It was even better once I started having sex and could
tell her about my own experiences rather than just my fantasies.
Beth and I were pretty much inseparable as teens. We went to the same
parties and even double dated a few times. Beth was always more a party
girl than me and often while I would be just blowing guys she would allow
a guy to fuck her as well. Little did I know back then the sort of
parties she’d be bringing me to years later!
On double dates we would both suck our guys and there were a couple times
we even both had sex with them. However, we never swapped dates or did
anything together. Rather it was more like we just happened to be in the
same car, hotel room or bedroom. I can’t say I never watched her and I
know there were times she got off watching me, yet it was not that I
wanted to join in, I was just curious! After all, she WAS my best friend
so why wouldn’t I be interested?
Unfortunately Beth’s mom was a lot more up-tight than mine so that was
one area where I know she felt like I was the lucky one. Beth always
wore a bra but at the same time with the size of her boobs it was sort of
a necessity more than anything else. While at home she would sometimes
sneak into a really small bikini (until her mom saw it a least), she was
required to be much more discreet at the local community pool than I was
with my smaller girls. Likewise with her school clothes. While she has
always had great legs really short skirts were sharply controlled by her
mom. For some reason low cut outfits were never an issue with her mom
though regardless of how much cleavage she exposed - go figure...
As I said, Beth and I were ALWAYS together and she has been more of a
sister to me than just a girlfriend. We often would spend the night at
each other’s house which and I knew pleased my dad as he was turned on by
her boobs. It’s not like he went out of his way to hide his enthusiasm
yet he also never did anything that would make Beth uncomfortable or even
infer he really wanted to do something for real with her. I think Beth
took his attention as a compliment more than anything with sexual
overtones as we both knew he was my dad... and what father would ever
want anything sexual with his daughter, at least for real?
Maybe Beth was just as naïve as me! In any case, my dad always seemed to
be home early on the nights when Beth would stay over and there were
times we wouldn’t exactly ignore him. One nice thing about teasing your
dad - you never have to worry because after all, he IS your dad so what
cold ever happen?
Chapter 3 - Teasing My Dad
==========================
Hopefully all will help people to put what happened this day more in
context. I’ve learned over the years that most men (if not all) read and
watch porn so they seem to think what they see is somehow a reflection of
real life. Yeah, don’t we all wish!
At the time Beth and I were both sixteen and quite experienced sexually.
At school we were both proud of our reputations as sluts, each of us
viewing it as a reflection of our desirability and sexuality rather than
the slur some people think of when they use the word. We both knew how
to tease and loved doing it, especially as a pair as guys just love to
see two girls together. Sometimes we would even kiss each other
playfully but that was just to turn the guys on! Yeah, it felt a little
weird when we did it but it was worth it when you saw the reaction.
If there were two men that we loved to tease the most, it would have to
be our dads. I don’t mean tease as blatantly as we would some guy at the
mall but more because we knew they took our teasing differently than
other men. Her dad liked to pretend to be shocked and embarrassed when
we would parade around in just a T-shirt and pair of panties, or maybe
around the pool in a skimpy bikini, but I knew he couldn't resist looking
at us. There was actually something more naughty about teasing her dad
than mine because her family was so much more up-tight about sex.
In comparison, teasing my dad was more of a challenge. It was also
complicated by the fact that while Beth might be my BFF, there were some
things that even she didn’t know about in my life. Not that I was
embarrassed about them, just more of those rules my parents established
early on. For example, I shut my bedroom door when we dressed. We wore
bikinis in the hot tub, never naked or at least never when my parents
were home. Masturbation was reserved for when we were alone together and
not just because we were both horny if my parents were around.
In some ways I was actually more uncomfortable teasing my dad with Beth
than with her dad because I felt like I being a little bit dishonest.
Things that Beth would do to turn him on certainly did, but not in the
way she assumed. For instance, while sometimes we would hint at what we
were about to do together when we headed up to my room, she had no idea
my dad saw me regularly as I did with him so it wasn’t like he didn’t
have a pretty darn good idea of what was happening behind the closed
bedroom door.
It was all good fun and being it WAS our dads not to mention we didn’t
have to worry about carrying through with anything. I think we would
have both been shocked to know what our dads were REALLY thinking, or at
least mine. Sure my dad didn’t try too hard to hide his erection, but
the idea that he might be thinking more than just being turned on by two
sexy teenagers was something that never crossed our minds. If anything,
we would both joke about it and laugh together later when we would talk
about my dad’s inability to control himself as well as her dad could.
This night wasn’t all that much different than any other night when Beth
would stay over. She showed up at the door with her bag dressed in tight
jeans, sneakers and a plaid blouse under her jacket. I just grinned and
nodded at her chest where she had the blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal
her white bra underneath.
“Your dad mind that?” I teased her, knowing the answer but not being able
to resist.
“Oh Kelly, if he said anything then he’d have to admit he noticed which
means he’d have to have looked at my chest and you know he NEVER looks at
his daughter’s boobs.”
“Yeah right!” I giggled as I ushered her inside and shut the door before
my dad could yell about letting all the heat out.
“Damn girl, staying the week?” I joked poking at her bag. It wasn’t just
a tiny overnight bag but more like a small suitcase!
“Hey, a girl can never have too many things to wear,” she huffed,
pretending to be insulted. Yeah, like she had to tell ME! My dad was
always complaining about how much I would pack to go anywhere.
“Oh, and since when do you wear anything much when you’re over here?”
Her reply was a rolling of the eyes.
“Hi Beth, good to see you again,” my mom greeted her as she came from the
direction of the kitchen. We’d finished supper just a short while ago
and she was probably still straightening up.
“Hi Mrs. Wells.”
“Oh Beth, how many times have I got to tell you to call me Mary?”
I just shook my head. Like EVERY time she came over they went through
the same little routine. Beth ALWAYS referred to my parent as Mr. and
Mrs. and my mother was ALWAYS telling her to be less formal. Some things
just never change.
“Bring your suit?” my mom asked.
“Of course!” Beth gushed with a grin.
“Great, John’s out in the tub right now and I’m sure he’d appreciate the
company.”
With that we both headed up the stairs to my room where I shut the door
behind us.
“Wait till you see what I got,” Beth said excitedly as she put her bag
down on my bed and unzipped it. Reaching inside she grabbed a couple
pieces of small cloth with strings and held it up to me proudly.
“My mom would KILL me if she knew I bought this but I saw it on-line and
just HAD to get it.”
Taking it from her, I held it by the strings and smiled. Oh yeah, no way
her mom would even let her out of the house with it in her bag, let alone
wear it. Damn, it was like there was practically nothing in my hands!
“Think your dad will like it?” she teased as she started to undress.
I nodded and answered, “You know better than to have to ask me that you
dirty little slut. Like what man wouldn’t?”
By now she’d stripped naked. Damn, for someone I’d seen nude probably
thousands of times, not to mention seeing her in all sorts of sexually-
oriented circumstances as well, I still couldn’t help but pause and
admire her nude body. Gawd she was hot! Sure, her ass was quite a bit
bigger than mine yet at the same time it wasn’t flabby and I knew it got
a lot of looks whenever we were out together. Funny how some guys go for
the tight perky butt like mine but at the same time there are a LOT of
them who go for the more “rounded” look.
“Oh my dad would probably faint if I wore it around him. Shit Kelly,
your dad is so cool. I wish mine were more like him sometimes.”
I caught myself before saying something about how I was sure her dad
would appreciate her outfit just as much as mine and that it was just
that my dad wasn’t as inhibited when it came to expressing his
appreciation for how me and my friends looked. It’s not like she wasn’t
aware of it - all my friends liked to joke about my dad’s wandering eyes.
It was my turn to show off so I pulled out one of my newer bikinis from
my dresser drawer. Seeing how naughty Beth’s was I wanted to match up
with her as best as possible. Then again, when I saw her adjusting the
top I once again felt that frustrating feeling as her boobs practically
spilled out of it. Even as small as my top was there was no way I came
close to filling it out the way Beth did hers.
Well, sometimes it’s best to acknowledge your own limitations and not to
compete when the outcome is inevitable so I put back the top and instead
reached in my other drawer for one of my tank tops. Choosing one of my
smaller white ones, I pulled it on over my head, stretching the material
out as it barely fit. Well, technically the way it stretched tight
against me it didn’t fit but that’s why I chose it.
“You’re wearing THAT?” Beth asked as she pulled on her thong and tied the
strings on each side. Oh yeah, her parents definitely would NOT have
approved. From behind the only thing visible was the string across her
hips as the middle string was lodged deep in her ass crack. From behind
she may as well have been bottomless and even in front the thin material
pulled tight into her pussy resulting in a perfect camel toe.
“Yeah,” I sighed, “With THOSE hanging out I figure why bother.”
I nodded at her large chest and she automatically looked down and saw
that the edge of her nipples were showing so she adjusted it until they
were barely covered.
“Oh Kelly, you can be so silly sometimes,” she huffed, shaking her head,
“Damn, I can’t seem keep this over my nipples. You don’t think this is
TOO revealing for your dad, do you?”
Considering wearing ANYTHING in the hot tub was out of the norm where my
father was concerned I wanted to tell her that I was sure my dad wouldn’t
care. Of course I wasn’t about to tell her we used it naked when it was
just family.
Looking out my bedroom window I saw my dad was just lying back in the
tub, totally oblivious to what we were saying about him up above.
“C’mon Beth, you know my dad loves to be teased. Trust me, he’s gonna
LOVE that top.”
Beth shrugged, still seeming a little uncertain. This was by far the
most revealing suit she’d ever worn while at our house and I was getting
the idea she was starting to have second thoughts about it.
“Let’s hurry up and get going before he gets out,” I urged her.
My best friend smiled and reached over to kiss me on the cheek.
“Love you Kelly,” she whispered in my ear. I knew what she meant and I
would often tell her the same. There was nothing more to it than just
two best friends expressing their care and respect for the other.
A couple moments later we passed by my mom in the kitchen on the way to
the deck.
“Whoa, now THAT’s a thong,” she teased Beth, “Nice ass girl.”
Beth actually blushed! Then again, I could never imagine HER mother
saying anything like that about my butt, let alone hers.
My mom continued, “Now I hope you two sluts don’t have any ideas about
stealing my husband away from me. After all, any man can only be tempted
so much and one look at you girls...”
She let her voice trail off and I think Beth was thinking she might be
serious.
“Oh Mrs. Wells, you know I would never...” Beth started to say but my mom
just reached out and hugged her.
“Gotcha!” she said softly to her and she tried to reassure my poor
friend.
“Coming in with us mom?” I asked hopefully.
My mom was dressed in her usual home attire - shorts and a loose T-shirt
and I knew underneath she always wore panties and a bra. She could
simply shed the shorts and T-shirt as it wouldn’t be the first time she’d
gotten in with me and my friends in just her underwear. Other than the
fact it tended to be a bit revealing when wet, it’s not like it was any
different than wearing one of her bikinis.
“Nawwwwww, I think the two of you are going to more than enough for him
to handle today as it is,” she joked as she headed out of the kitchen,
leaving us behind. “Now behave yourselves!” she called out just as I
started to open the back door.
We both looked at the other and giggled. Yeah right, like we ever would
do such a thing. No doubt my mom would’ve been more surprised if we
actually DID follow her order.
Opening the back door, I stepped out onto the deck. It was actually
built up over the garage as our house was built on a typical Pittsburgh
lot - on the side of the hill. While the front door was level with the
street our driveway sloped down such that the garage was actually at the
same elevation as the basement making for a pretty steep drop. With the
deck over top that put it at the same level as the neighbor to one side
while almost a story higher than our neighbor on the other. My dad had
put up fencing around the deck such that it was all but impossible for
either of them to see us although I suppose the people behind us across
the valley could get a pretty good view with a high-powered telescope.
There was no reason to be concerned about that I suppose as we’d never
had any cause to worry in all the years my parents had lived there.
With the hot tub at the opposite corner of the deck from the kitchen door
we had to walk across the deck to get to where my dad was lounging in the
hot tub so it wasn’t like we’d be sneaking up on him. He had the jets
going though so it was sort of loud and with all the swirling water it
was impossible to see under the surface although I was sure he had on a
swimsuit since he knew that Beth was going to be coming over.
“Hi dad!” I greeted him enthusiastically as we approached. I was
rewarded with a big grin as he stood up from the water to greet us.
“How’s my baby girl doing?” he asked as he leaned over to give me a big
hug. I didn’t get much of a chance to answer as when he looked over my
shoulder he obviously got a good look at Beth.
“Wow!” was his only response but it was the way he said it that spoke
volumes.
“Pretty hot, don’t you think daddy?” I teased him as he stood up straight
again to face my sexy best friend.
It was almost comical the way my dad tried to appear as if nothing was
unusual, business as usual, that sort of thing when at the same time his
eyes were roaming up and down Beth’s all but naked body. I couldn’t help
but note that they seemed to spend most of their time on her boobs but
then who could blame him? I mean like how many sixteen year-old girls
have natural boobs a large as hers yet still full with hardly a hint of
sag? Even if they did, when would he get such an exposed view of them?
It wasn’t like Beth’s top just exposed cleavage. Let me put it this
way... side boob, under boob, you name it boob, she was working it! To
top it off the bikini top wasn’t lined. Whether by design or she had
removed it I wasn’t sure but in any case her nipples were poking through
like it was mere tissue paper trying to cover them.
In case you haven’t guessed, if there was ever any doubt when it comes to
T&A my dad was a “T” man all the way! Given Beth’s ass was even more
exposed than her breasts, I’d say the prosecution rests its case. All of
which tends to be a bit disheartening to me given I was barely into a B
cup at the time and even then that was as much wishful thinking as
reality. And to think people wonder why to this day I tend to dress such
that my top is covered and my butt is exposed. Running around the house
I was never naked but unlike my cousin Kristi who never seemed to wear a
top when she was over yet always had on panties or a bikini bottom at the
minimum, I was just the opposite. Bottomless was always my preferred
state, just as it is now fourteen years later. Even though my boobs now
are a solid B and even a C depending on the brand and style, I still tend
to dress such that my legs and ass are showcased to draw attention from
my chest.
“Well, you girls going to just stand there and get chilled or join me?”
It wasn’t exactly the middle of July and indeed, I was starting to feel
chilled in the March cool air even though it was a little warmer than it
had been recently. One “benefit” was that both Beth and my nipples were
hard as little rocks which I hoped my dad would notice. If I couldn’t
dazzle him with my bust size then the least I could do was show off my
stiff nipples.
My dad reached out and we each took a hand to help us in without killing
ourselves. I gasped at the shock of the hot water and stood there
standing on the seat such that the water was only up above my knees.
“Oh my god that’s so hot!” I exclaimed. I suppose it wasn’t any more so
than normal but after being cooled off by wearing so little in the chilly
air the contrast was even greater than normal.
“You’ll get use to it,” my dad tried to encourage me.
Beth was also taking her time lowering herself in but after a few minutes
all three of us were in up to our necks. Well, not so much my dad but he
slouched down in the water such that only his head was visible. Each of
us had taken a corner where the jets were located and I could feel the
water and air mixture pummeling my back. Mmmmmmm, felt so good! Plenty
of past experience had taught me that it felt even better when I was
facing it with my legs up over the edge but that would have to be left to
another time since Beth was with us now. My dad always got a kick out
watching me but Beth would have undoubtedly wondered what the heck I was
doing masturbating in front of my own father. For me it was just natural
but I could see how someone raised in a more prudish environment might
easily get the wrong idea, especially if my dad started jerking off as
well while he watched me. It wasn’t like he helped me or anything weird
like that but people always want to jump to conclusions even when the
facts aren’t there to support them.
“Sit on my lap Kelly?” my dad invited me grinning.
Instinctively I looked over at Beth who just smiled sweetly. It wasn’t
like this was our first rodeo after all. She’d been in the hot tub with
my dad and me since we were little girls so this was nothing she hadn’t
seen before.
Working my way carefully so I wouldn’t slip, I finally got myself seated
in my dad’s lap. It didn’t surprise me at all when I felt something
stiff pressing up against my butt. Heck, the way Beth was looking I
would have been amazed if I hadn’t! In a way it felt a little weird
having his swimsuit covering it though. I mean like with my thong I may
as well have been bare-bottomed as I normally am in the hot tub but in
most cases I felt my dad’s dick directly on me as we wouldn’t have a suit
covering it. Not that it really mattered one way or the other I guess.
It was just that it all seemed so unnecessary. Like why did my parents
always insist that we wear suits just because someone outside our family
was over? It really use to trouble me when I was younger as it was
almost like they were embarrassed to be naked around other people when at
the same time I was always told that nudity wasn’t anything to be
embarrassed about. When I got older I better understood the situation
yet at times like this I still couldn't help but question things a
little. Heck, Beth and I may as well have been naked for all our bikinis
covered. And as for hiding my dad’s dick, it wasn’t like it wasn’t
obvious whenever he had an erection and Beth certainly knew all about
THAT.
Oh well, I suppose it was how my parents wanted things and like every
other kid in the world I finally just gave up trying to figure out how
adults did things and went along for the ride. It was just at times like
this when it really made me think about it again.
“So do you like Beth’s new top daddy?” I teased him leaning my head back
to get my mouth near his ear so he could hear me over the jets.
My dad just grinned so I wiggled on his lap such that my butt rubbed on
his erection.
“Never mind... I can tell,” I teased him again and this time he just
rolled his eyes and pretended to be exasperated with me. It was a look I
seemed to get a lot from him these days!
Things sort of settled down after that and for a while we all just
enjoyed the feeling of the hot water rolling over our bodies. Had I just
been with my dad I would’ve been working my way up to one of the jets and
enjoying it even more as it worked on my pussy but that was another no-no
so far as my parents were concerned which sort of annoyed me. Maybe even
more so than the no-nudity rule. Heck, Beth and I masturbated all the
time when we were together so it wasn’t like it was some big secret.
True, I don’t think she ever saw her own dad jerking off but it wasn’t
like my dad was exactly shy about it when I was around so what was the
big deal if Beth saw him too? So if it was just me and Beth then I could
get myself off or if it was just me and my dad then I could as well. But
bring the three of us together and all bets were off. Oh well... another
oh well!! LOL
Sometimes I knew my dad would cum when I was on his lap, especially if I
teased him badly enough, but there was no way that was going to happen
today with his suit insulating his dick from my all but bare bottom. I
especially liked it when he came in the hot tub as his cum would swirl
around in long stringy ropes. Most of the time it was sucked in by the
filter but sometimes it would catch on me and I’d have to swish it away.
My dad would tease me whenever that happened saying I was trying to catch
it but really, it was more a mess than it was worth.
Sometimes Beth would get an invite to my dad’s lap but apparently not
today as time wore on and I started feeling overheated from being in too
long. Too bad as I could just imagine where his eyes would be staring
down over her shoulder as she ground on his dick. When we were younger
she was really shy about doing anything like that as undoubtedly her dad
would never have allowed it. Over the years though she has become more
like my sister in many ways than just a friend and along with that much
of her shyness around my dad has disappeared - hence the all but non-
existent bikini she was wearing today.
We were looking pretty red like lobsters so my dad suggested we all take
a break. As we all stood up I couldn't help but notice my poor dad’s
erection poking out through his suit. Poor men, they just can’t hide
when they’re horny! LOL!! Personally I thought it was pretty hot that
he was this way over Beth. Oh yeah, I had a pretty good idea what he was
going to be doing in the not too distant future!
We grabbed our towels and wrapped them around us as the chilly air seemed
even more so after the hot water. Hurrying into the house we headed up
to my room while my dad went to his, shutting the door behind him. I
grinned to myself, knowing we wouldn’t be seeing him for a while.
Chapter 4 - Fooling Around
==========================
“Oh my god, that felt SO good Kelly,” Beth gushed as we stripped out of
our wet suits, “I so wish we had a hot tub.”
Just as I was about to make some sarcastic remark about how she had a
full sized swimming pool for once I actually kept my mouth shut. My mom
would have been so proud of me!
“Too bad your dad was there, that jet in my back would’ve felt a lot
better someplace else,” she continued with a smirk.
Again I somehow managed to stifle a lewd remark about how my dad would’ve
LOVED to have watched. Sometimes it could be SO frustrating not being
able to tell even my best friend in the whole world everything about my
family life. It wasn’t like we were doing anything wrong yet I
understood that not everyone was OK with certain things. Still, Beth and
I pretty much shared everything - including a few boyfriends on double
dates, so it wasn’t like I was worried about saying anything her. Even
so my mom would’ve killed me I’m sure if I broke the family circle of
trust. Dang it though, it wasn’t like my dad was having sex with me or
anything weird or kinky like that! I mean like what’s the big deal with
a little masturbation?
“Speaking of feeling better someplace else, you should’ve been sitting on
my dad’s lap.” I teased her, not being able to TOTALLY ignore everything
that had been going on earlier.
Beth giggled and her face actually turned a little red to my complete
amusement.
“Oh my god Kelly, was he...?” she asked, her voice tapering off before
she had to utter the final words.
“Oh yeah... totally,” I answered smugly as I finished drying myself off.
Beth had finished ahead of me and so she draped her towel over the back
of my desk chair. She was still giggling like a little girl.
“Oh gawd Kelly, like that is SO cool... my dad would NEVER do anything
like that!”
I looked at her with more than a little bit of skepticism in my eyes.
Last time I looked her dad was a male, just as my dad was.
“Well your dad’s just WAY too uptight,” I observed.
“Oh, and it’s like YOUR dad isn’t just as bad as mine in his own way,”
she refuted me, “Really girl, what’s worse - my dad acting like he’s
ignoring us or your dad being so blatant about everything? At least my
dad isn’t teasing us.”
Damn, what an opening! I immediately thought that this would be a great
time to tell her just how blatant my dad could be when he was REALLY
horny but again fear of my mother’s wrath held me in check.
“Well, at least my dad’s TRYING to be honest,” I countered, “Personally I
think it’s pretty cool that he’s not afraid to show his feelings.”
Beth openly laughed out loud at that. “So speaking of feeling, does it
make you horny when he gets like that when you’re sitting on his lap?”
I didn’t need my mom’s guidance to answer that one! This was starting to
go WAY past where it should have.
“Oh Beth!” I exclaimed, “Like he’s my DAD... ewwwww!”
Indeed, while I knew my dad had his private fantasies and from all the
porn he watched I had a pretty good idea what his interests were. Still,
it’s a massive leap to go from fantasy to reality and if there’s one
thing my mom drilled into me from the time I started masturbating was
that ANYTHING was ok so long as it was just a fantasy. So yeah, it might
be a little erotic to think about my dad’s erection pressing up against
my bottom, especially when we were alone and the bathing suits were off.
At the same time the idea that anything like that might REALLY happen was
totally off the table so far as I was concerned. That would be incest
and last I heard it was something only perverted fathers (and porn stars)
did, not to mention illegal in all 50 states.
Beth huffed at my response and said, “Sheesh Kelly, don’t go getting your
panties in a bunch girl... as if you ever wear them. You DO have to
admit that your dad isn’t exactly like most dads when it comes to this
discussion.”
Beth was my BFF so she got to see lots of stuff nobody else did when it
came to my dad and so I couldn't really argue with THAT as she was right.
The facts were that I didn’t know of ANY other girls whose dad would show
off an erection right in front of her. But then again, who knew what
those same dads did in the privacy of their bedroom or bathroom? Like
who at our church (again, other than Beth) for instance would ever think
that I often sit on my dad’s lap with his bare cock slipping up and down
my butt, sometimes even spurting cum on my back? It was probably best
they didn’t as no doubt somebody would want to try to turn it into
something perverted and then who knows what sort of ridiculous
accusations might result.
Beth reached into her bag and pulled out a sexy nightie.
“Hey girl, what’s THAT?” I asked accusingly as I pointed to the offending
nightie. Oh sure it looked really cute but hey, rules were rules.
Sleeping at Kelly’s house meant sleeping nude.
Beth knew better than to argue on this point so instead she just shrugged
and put it back in her bag. Then she stood up and faced me, naked as the
day she was born only now she looked a heck of a lot sexier!
“OK... this better?” she sighed as she put her arms out and twirled
around in the middle of my bedroom as if putting on a show for me.
“Hey, we agreed that when we’re at your house I would wear something to
bed at night so it’s only fair at my house you conform to MY dress code,”
I said firmly.
Beth rolled her eyes answering, “Yeah but I don’t know of anyone else but
you that sleeps in the nude!”
“Well, my parents do.”
Beth giggled again and came back with, “You know exactly what I MEANT so
don’t feed me that line girl. OK then, if you’re going to be that way,
so who else in our circle of friends does?”
She had a point but I didn’t care. I’d started sleeping sans PJs about
four years earlier and was immediately hooked. Like it simply felt
better, not to mention it made masturbation a whole lot more convenient
and when you did that as much as I did it meant something. The point
being the main reason I slept nude was simply because it felt better and
had nothing to do with anything sexual.
“Oh you know you like it girl,” I pushed her a little, “You would do it
at home I bet if you could. Plus it’s not like I run around this way all
the time, just in bed.”
“So if you only get naked to go to bed, why can’t I put on my nightie
until then?”
With that I grinned mischievously and our eyes met as I replied, “Because
I don’t know about you girl but I’m horny as hell and intend to do
something about it.”
“Oh crap Kelly,” my best friend laughed, “if that’s the case you can make
then you should be a nudist because you’re ALWAYS horny!”
“Oh, and like you’re not?” I shot back.
“Touché!” Beth laughed.
Jumping up on my bed naked to take a seat, I patted the mattress beside
me and motioned for Beth to join me. She glanced at the door, I guess to
make sure it was closed securely. Yep, she knew my dad all too well!
Then she plopped down next to me and crossed her legs Indian style just
as I was sitting.
“Damn girl, when you gonna shave that stuff off?” she asked, nodding
towards my pussy. I trimmed it pretty close so it wasn’t like I exactly
had a forest growing down there like my mom’s crotch, but I certainly
wasn’t baby smooth bare like Beth.
“I don’t know, it scares me I guess,” I said rather unconvincingly, even
if it WAS somewhat the truth while not the entire story.
“Well, it’s really no different than doing your legs.”
I jabbed her with an elbow. “Exactly, and I thought I was giving blood
last time I did mine,” I said, albeit exaggerating a bit.
“Well, maybe we could do it together next time you’re over at my place.”
I gave her an odd look that should have conveyed by thoughts about THAT!
Did she mean like help me? No girl had touched my pussy since I was a
little girl in the bath tub. Boys... oh yeah - LOTS. Girls? NO. I may
have been a slut - and proud of it, but I certainly wasn’t a lesbian.
“Oh I didn’t mean do each other silly!” she laughed as she finally
figured out my flustered expression.
I wasn’t convinced though but didn’t push it, instead I sighed
melodramatically with relief. There were lots of things I did with Beth
but touching her pussy? Nope! Not going to happen! Oh sure we’ve kissed
many times, especially when boys were watching but that was more to get
THEM turned on, not us.
As usual in these circumstances, I was the one to lead off. It wasn’t
that Beth was shy about masturbating in front of me - quite the opposite
if anything. It just seemed I was always the one to start first for some
reason and over the past few years since we’d started doing it together
it was like we’d established an unspoken rule - Kelly starts first.
Well, I may have dried off my outer skin but there was denying I was wet
inside! Between my dad teasing me and now all this talk with Beth I was
uber horny. My pussy was wet to the touch and I wasted no time rubbing
my index finger between my lips and settling down on my clit.
“Ummmmm,” was all I said = and all I NEEDED to say.
Now that I’d started Beth wasted no time. Without a word she quickly put
her left hand between her smooth bare thighs. With our legs spread open
sitting in this position it was easy for her to press a couple of fingers
against her baby-smooth pussy.
“Oh yeah, now THIS is good,” she sighed as I saw her close her eyes and
rub herself slowly.
“Thinking about that hot new guy in 3rd period History?” I asked
suggestively.
Beth opened her eyes just long enough to look at me and grin answering,
“No but that’s not exactly a bad idea Kelly. Shit he’s a stud!”
I grimaced a little at her language but didn’t say anything. It wasn't
like I was perfect in that regard but Beth was more than a bit less
sensitive about swearing. It wasn’t that I was some sort of prude, I
just thought it was something most people shouldn’t do so I tried to
avoid it whenever possible.
“I hear that bitch sitting next to him has been blowing him after
school,” I said.
“Oh you mean Claire, the fucking cheerleader bitch?” Beth asked crudely
and then apparently reasoned that the answer was obvious. “Yeah, I hate
her but do you think she really blows him? I hear she’s such a fuckin’
cock tease.”
I had to agree - what wasn’t there to hate about the bitch? Blonde and
gorgeous with boobs that rivaled Beth’s, her dad was filthy rich and she
was always dressed in something new and expensive while driving her
little red BMW convertible to school that daddy had bought for her
sixteenth birthday. Of course she was a cheerleader, it was inevitable.
If course she dated half the football team (if not all), again
inevitable. Was probably screwing them too - not that I was opposed to
THAT in principle.
“Mmmmmmm, I wouldn’t mind blowing his cock though,” I sighed trying to
change my thoughts before getting myself upset.
“Screw that!” Beth retorted as her hand moved faster now between her
smooth silky thighs, “I’d love to ride it. God, did you seem him the
other day in those ridiculous jeans?
Speaking of mmmmmmm, the memory of how those tight jeans had outlined
what looked to be a rather spectacular dick was being broadcast in my
head as I played with myself.
Beth laid back in the bed against a couple of pillows with her legs
spread wide apart and both feet planted on the mattress. I couldn’t help
but notice she had two fingers already inside of her pussy. Wow, she was
hornier than I’d thought when we’d started and we’d just gotten started!
“Oh yeah!” she sighed, now all but oblivious to me even though I was
right next to her. Lord only knew for sure what images were in her mind
at that moment although I had a pretty good idea - probably a lot like
the ones in mine!
It was my turn to lay back now and our knees touched as I spread mine
wide apart to make it easy to masturbate. God it felt so good to push my
middle finger up inside of me as I imagined it was my boyfriend’s hard
cock drilling into my pussy. OK, so maybe his was a little on the small
side but in the end it’s the thought that matters!
Beth gasped loudly causing me to pause for a moment and open my eyes to
see what was happening. Wow, she was already having her first orgasm of
the night and we’d been at it for what, maybe ten minutes at most? And I
thought I was the one that came fast! Well, in all fairness usually I
was but tonight Beth seemed especially horny for some reason.
I was about to close my eyes when something caught my attention out of
the corner of my eye. I glanced at the mirror over my dresser and saw my
door in the reflection. Sure enough, it was cracked open. What Beth
didn’t know was that my dad had jimmied the handle years ago so it never
actually latched shut. Not that it was hardly ever shut in the first
place but it came in handy at times like this when he wanted to open it
without having to turn the handle and alert whoever was with me.
Typically this was one of my boyfriends and he was checking to see that
everyone was OK. I had to admit it helped me to enjoy sex a lot more
knowing my daddy was right outside my door ensuring that I was safe.
It didn’t surprise me that my dad would be checking in on us tonight
though knowing how my dad was infatuated with Beth. Plus it wasn’t like
it was any sort of secret what we were going to be doing in my room -
especially after what had gone in the hot tub. Although I couldn't see
him, I had a pretty good idea what he was doing in the hallway as he
watched Beth masturbate. Well, just so he didn’t grunt when he came like
he usually did when he masturbated! Poor Beth, she would probably be
totally embarrassed if she knew he was watching her.
I say that he was there to watch Beth as it wasn’t like he would have had
to sneak around to see me doing it. As I said, my bedroom door was never
shut except when I was having sex with someone so if he wanted to see me
masturbate all he had to do was walk by. Most times though it was when I
was either doing myself on the couch as we watched TV or in the back seat
while we were traveling so I usually never saw him much outside my
bedroom.
It’s hard to explain in words so let me just say that for one reason or
another, knowing my dad was getting off watching my best friend in the
whole world fingering herself to an awesome orgasm was making me all the
more horny as well. It wasn’t long before my own orgasm rose up in me
and I gasped as the wonderful sensation filled me from head to toe. Gawd
it felt so damn GOOD! After I’d cum I opened my eyes and saw Beth
watching me with this giant grin on her face.
“What the heck are YOU watching?” I teased her, “What are you now, some
kind of lezbo?”
Beth giggled - she certainly seemed to be in a giggly mood tonight.
“Did you know you curl your toes when you cum?” she asked. It was more
an observation than a question.
“Oh do I?” I asked in reply. Actually, my dad had mentioned this to me
before and sometimes I actually felt a little distracted when I would
masturbate in front of him, trying NOT to curl them. Not sure why.
Guess I just felt better when I wasn’t so predictable!
“It’s actually kind of cute,” she smiled. Then she continued, “So does
it bother you to be watched when you masturbate?”
It took every ounce of willpower not to laugh. I also made a deliberate
effort NOT to look at the mirror while the door was still cracked open.
Me bothered if someone watched me? If she only knew! Heck, as much as I
get watched maybe the real question should be does it bother me if
somebody is NOT watching?
“What’s the big deal? Everyone does it?”
“Well my mom doesn’t,” she replied quickly and firmly.
“Oh I bet she does!” I argued. “EVERYONE does.”
“Nope, not my mom,” she insisted, “She caught my brother once and you
would’ve thought he’d committed murder or something. Claimed it was a
sin and only perverts do it.”
“So I guess that means your dad has to hide when he does it,” I laughed.
Beth almost choked on that one. I guess the very image of her dad
jerking off was too much for her to handle. If she only knew what MY dad
was probably doing at this very moment!
“So you think your parents do it then I take it?” she asked.
The technically correct response was, “I KNOW they do because I see them
do it all the time.” My politically correct (and actual) response was,
“My mom and I have talked about it.... you know... THE TALK.”
“So your mom discussed masturbation with you?” Beth asked incredulously,
“Shit, my mom just handed me a book and told me to read it. It was like
reading a silly instruction manual only more boring. Didn’t even have
pictures!”
“We just talked about it,” I countered defensively.
Actually that was pretty much true. Sure when I first started she gave
me a few pointers that included a “demo” but that was back when I was
eleven. Since then other than the occasional reminder to make use of her
substantial collection of vibrators she kept in the bedside chest, I
would just see her doing it now and then although not nearly as often as
my dad did it.
“Well, I’ve said it before... your parents are so cool!”
I wasn’t going to argue with her on that point!
“Ready for a back rub?” she asked?
Like duh! One thing I loved about Beth was her famous back rubs. I
didn’t even answer but instead flopped down on my stomach with a pillow
under my head.
“I guess THAT answers my question,” she laughed as she reached over to my
nightstand for the lotion bottle I always kept there.
I couldn't see my door or mirror in this position so I deliberately laid
such that Beth would be facing away from the door. My dad had probably
“finished” by now if I knew his routine but no sense in her seeing
anything she didn’t need to.
The bed bounced as Beth maneuvered herself such that she was straddling
my hips. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy as she pressed
down to lean forward to start on my back.
“You know, you COULD have wiped yourself off first,” I teased her.
Beth laughed a bit and responded, “Why? Then I wouldn’t be able to do
this so easily...”
And with that she wiggled her hips so her wet pussy slid along my bare
butt.
“BETH!” I scolded her, “What the hell are you doing?”
Like damn, what had gotten into her tonight anyways? Certainly not her
favorite boyfriend’s dick so maybe that was the problem - she was just
overly horny and couldn't control herself.
“Feels good so just shut up and enjoy it,” she ordered me.
Well, it DID feel kinda good...
Beth worked on my back for almost thirty minutes, working my shoulders
and neck and then down my spine and the lower regions over my tailbone
right above my butt crack. A couple of times I thought she was going to
go even lower but I was so horny it was undoubtedly just an over-active
imagination. Still, the very thought of it felt a little weird yet at
the same time wasn’t doing anything to make me any less horny.
Then it was my turn to do Beth’s back. She stretched out on my bed with
her head on my pillow, her arms wrapped around it like she was hugging
it. God I was so jealous looking at her nude figure! I was what my dad
liked to call “petite” which to me was just a nice way to say I was
little - especially when it came to my breasts. While not nearly as
small as they were a couple of years ago when I’d been thrilled that a
boy even wanted to play with them as small as they were, they still
barely qualified me for a B cup and on dates when I wanted to show off
what little I had an A-cup worked just fine.
Beth, on the other hand, was what some guys would refer to as “full-
figured”. Not that she was fat or even all that overweight. Maybe a few
pounds here or there might not hurt but at the same time she had curves
where I only dreamed of having. Her bare butt was practically taunting
me with its smooth round shape and even laying down she had enough side
boob showing that her full sized C cups (maybe D?) were in full evidence.
When I would compare my body to my best friend’s, it was sort of
interesting to not just think about how we looked naked but our clothes
were different as well. No matter what she wore, you could be sure it
was low-cut to show off as much cleavage as she could get away with.
With her butt being a little large, she leaned towards tight jeans or
shorts more so than skirts or dresses which hugged her tight and worked
almost like a bra for her butt - shaping it and holding everything where
it belonged. Speaking of bras... she ALWAYS wore one mainly for support
but also for comfort. While I couldn’t really relate, she was always
telling me how sometimes she wished they were smaller so her back
wouldn’t hurt at times. Yeah, like she expected sympathy from me!
On the other hand, when you have a small chest like me you wear different
clothes. My dad liked to say my boobs were “perky” which was actually
pretty accurate. While I never got them to jiggle the way Beth’s did, at
the same time it pretty much negated any necessity for a bra in that they
held themselves up pretty much on their own. I’d always had nipples that
would harden at the slightest provocation so without a bra they would
often poke through which I knew was a hit with the guys.
Where Beth wore clothes to emphasis her best asset - her chest, I leaned
more to those that drew attention lower down - my butt and legs. Short
skirts were a favorite as well as short-shorts. I LOVED to be bottomless
and so went without even panties whenever I could although most of the
time that contradicted my obsession with short skirts. Even at my age
where people pretty much just rolled their eyes no matter what I wore it
wasn’t like I could get away with flashing my pussy. Honestly, I wasn’t
interested in that anyways as my mom had always told me that it’s what
you DON’T show that often turns guys on more than what you do.
Even around home I tended to wear things like my dad’s shirts,
sweatshirts, or anything that hung loose on me while allowing me to run
around feeling the air on my butt. Not like he ever complained except
when I would steal one of his newer shirts. Being loose on top while
offering a tempting view at the bottom drew attention exactly where I
wanted it and away from where I didn’t.
Oh well, I sort of sighed to myself as once again I looked at my nude
girlfriend and wondered why she had won the boob lottery but that was
life I guess. I swung my left leg over her thighs and assumed a similar
position to what she’d used with me. Scrunching up a bit so I could each
her shoulders, my pussy was rubbing right against her butt as I started
to work on her shoulders.
“Ohhhhhh... that feels SO good,” Beth sighed.
“Shoulders hurting? That’s what you get for having those big girls,” I
teased her as I worked my way down to her shoulder blades. The smooth
skin of her back was so soft and warm!
“Shoulders?” she mumbled into the pillow, “Oh yeah... those too. I was
referring to something warm and wet on my ass!”
What a tease! Well, two could play that game so I deliberately rotated
my hips to rub my pussy on her. Now I have to admit... it felt pretty
good down there.
“Still horny?” she said turning to look up at me over her right shoulder.
I gave her my best, “Like duh!” look and she just buried her head back
into the pillow laughing.
I quit my teasing and got serious, kneading her back with my hands. I’d
never claim to give the best back massages but it’s not like she ever
told me she wasn’t happy with me doing them for her. As I moved down, I
let me hands slide down her sides until my fingers were massaging the
sides of her boobs. Beth seemed to like it, stirring under me as I
worked my way under them just a little.
“I’ll give you exactly an hour to stop doing that!” she giggled.
For whatever reason, that snapped me out of the trace I’d seemed to
fallen into and I quickly pulled my hands out from under her boobs and
returned them to her lower back. I had to inch myself back off her butt
now and sat there with her upper thighs supporting me. I put one hand
over the other and pressed down over her tailbone and rubbed her in small
circles as she laid there still with an occasional moan escaping.
“Lower,” she instructed me.
Well, why not? I scooted back a few more inches and went to work on the
top of her butt in about the general region where her bikini would have
started. Beth wiggled under me as if trying to hint for me to go even
lower so I placed the palms of each hand on one of her butt cheeks and
started to squeeze them.
“That’s so much better!” Beth sighed, “Now lower.”
Well, I wasn’t quite sure if she really understood just where my hands
were. Any lower and I’d be practically between her legs! Instead I went
the other direction until I was rubbing her hips and upper butt regions.
“Chicken,” she taunted me.
Well what did she expect? Any lower and I’d be massaging her pussy and
surely she knew it. Sheesh, what a tease!
I spent maybe another twenty or so minutes working on her back until
finally my hands just couldn't take any more. How do those professional
masseuses do it?
By now we were both pretty much out of it. I think Beth even fell asleep
towards the end and I know a couple of times I would find myself still
with my hands resting on her back after drifting off for a short bit.
“I really am tired,” I confessed as I got off of her and stood up by the
side of the bed. Beth rolled over, her boobs flopping over to each side
(something mine didn’t do). Her hands went down to cup her pussy.
“Me too but I don’t know if I can sleep I’m so fuckin’ horny,” she
practically whispered. Yeah, a few more minutes and she’d be out like a
light.
Before that though I needed to make a quick call across the hall. Mother
Nature was calling me! I told Beth I’d be right back and as I started
towards the door Beth cleared her throat to get my attention?
“Yes?” I asked, not sure what she wanted.
“Forgetting something?” she smirked.
What the heck was she talking about? Then I saw her glance towards my
nightshirt.
“It’s just across the hall, be right back,” I told her.
“But your parents’ bedroom is right next to it.”
Like I didn’t know.
“They won’t see anything,” I scoffed. What I meant was they wouldn’t see
anything they didn’t see every other night but Beth might not have
understood that so I left it off where I did.
Ignoring her after that, I stepped out into the hallway to the bathroom,
closing the door behind me so Beth wouldn’t have to worry about being
naked in plain sight. Now why didn’t it surprise me to find my dad
standing in the hallway, a big erection poking out through his short?
“Somebody turns you on, doesn’t she?” I teased my dad.
My father appeared a little sheepish but I knew he had a thing for Beth.
Not that I ever worried that he might ever DO anything as I knew my dad
(and my mom for that matter) would never have sex with anyone else given
their stand on adultery, especially an underage friend of their daughter.
If anything I thought it was sort of cute the way he seemed to fawn over
Beth, like most of the boys at school did for that matter.
“Thank you,” I said, giving him a hug as I pressed my naked body into
him.
As usual, he responded by grabbing my ass with both hands and squeezing
it playfully. Such a tease!
“For what baby?”
I got up on my tip toes as he leaned over enough for me to kiss him on
the cheek.
“For being such a good daddy. I always feel so safe with you watching
out for me.”
I turned and he patted me on the butt as I slipped into the bathroom. As
I sat down and had a moment I thought to myself that he really didn’t
have to keep an eye on me when I was with my best friend the same way as
he did when I had a boyfriend over but I guess it had become such a
routine now for him that he wasn’t making exception. Whatever, it really
didn’t matter I guess.
I finished my business and by the time I was done my dad was in bed with
my mom. From the looks of things he wasn’t wasting any time! They were
under the covers in any case and no doubt the door would be shut shortly.
My parents might not exclude me from much but that was the one line they
never crossed. I’d never seen them having sex! My mom explained to me
that when they had sex they were making love - a difference I would
understand some day when I had a husband, and when they did it was just
between the two of them. Well, I might not ever have SEEN them but that
didn’t mean I never HEARD them, LOL.
Back in my room, Beth hadn’t moved - she’d fallen asleep flat on her
back! As much as I hated doing it, I shook her awake as she was planted
in the middle of the bed without leaving room for me. Bad enough I only
had a twin bed but she at least had to give me my half!
Beth just grumbled, not even waking fully as she rolled over on her side
and faced the wall as I climbed in next to her, facing the opposite
direction. Even now the bed was crowded with our butts pressed tightly
together. Mmmmmmm, that butt might belong to my best girlfriend but it
still felt pretty sexy against mine!
As I laid there ready to fall asleep I could hear my parents in the next
room. Our house is pretty old and the walls are opaque which is about
the extent of privacy they offered. Unless you spoke in a whisper the
folks in the next room could hear every word and so I could clearly make
out my parents going at it like school kids. I smiled to myself. Good
thing Beth was asleep. I could just imagine her thoughts if she heard my
mom telling my dad rather explicitly what she liked! Yeah, she might be
old but she sure knew how to turn on my dad.
Or so I thought.
The next morning as we dressed Beth looked at me at one point and
grinned.
“So.... do your parents always do the nasty so loud?”
Well, I’d never really thought of it in quite those terms before...
“I thought you were asleep!”
Beth grinned ever broader and shook her head saying, “How could ANYONE
sleep with all THAT going on? That was so crazy.”
As I finished dressing I turned to her saying, “So maybe next time I
sleep over at your house we can listen to them.”
Beth just rolled her eyes. “Like I’ve NEVER heard my parents having sex.
I’m not even sure they still do it.”
We both laughed. Well, maybe her parents wouldn’t supply us with
anything fun and crazy but then there was always her younger brother...
THE END