Brooke

Chapter 1

Brooke began another long day.  She knew she had a problem, but she didnt
know how it could be solved.  Her problem: she was horny at all the wrong
times.  She hadn't told anyone about it, and she didn't plan to.  She would
have to find a solution on her own.  She was sitting in her last period
class, the day having gone by without any major incidents.  The class was
watching a movie about cells in Biology.  She was starting to fall asleep
when she noticed a slight movement next to her.  She turned her head a
small bit and out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl next to her
rubbing her hand up and down in her crotch.  The girl was wearing blue
jeans and and tank top and her hard nipples were clearly evident.  This
would be a hot topic to gossip about tonight.  If only she could remember
the girl's name.  She was quite pretty, but very quiet.  Brooke felt a
stirring in her crotch from watching this girl masturbate.  Oh no, she
thought, now I'm going to be horny for the rest of the period.  The girl
had her zipper down and her hand was inside of her jeans.  Brooke could see
the shape of her hand through the fabric, moving at a steady pace.  Brooke
felt her panties getting damp.  The girl lowered her head and watched her
hand as she masturbated.  Brooke turned her head more to get a better view.
The girl had her jeans unbuttoned and Brooke could see her yellow panties
(very wet) and a clearer shape of her hand moving in and out of her pussy.
Brooke caught a whiff of the girl's odor, and took it in deeply.  Brooke
then wondered why she had done such a thing, after all she wasn't a
lesbian, what interest did she have in what girls smell like?  This aroused
more questions in her mind, but she didn't answer them.  She could only
watch as the girl went faster and faster, and then quivered as an orgasm
wracked her body.  The girl quickly zipped her jeans up, and looked around
to see if anyone had witnessed the erotic spectacle.  Brooke looked away,
and then remembered that they were in a classroom.  The girl didn't get
caught, Brooke thought, amazed.  In a few minutes the class let out and
Brooke rode the bus home, wet panties and all.

The moment Brooke got through the front door, she raced upstairs to change
her panties.  As soon as that was done with, she called her best friend
Jamie to tell her about the girl.

"Hi Jen, its me."

"Hi Brooke, what's going on?"

"Well I have an interesting story to tell.  It happened to me in Biology."

"What happened?"

Brooke related the events to Jen.  At the other end of the line, Jamie
began to get turned by Brooke's story.  At first she didn't believe her
friend, but it sounded more and more convincing as she went on.

"Do you know who it was?"  Jamie asked.

"No...she's real quiet, but very pretty.  Short, dark brown hair.  About
5'3" or 5'4".  Today she was wearing jeans and a tank top."

"I know who you're talking about, but I can't put a name to the face.  So
she really did it?"

"Yes, and she didn't get caught either."

"I wish I were that lucky.  Whenever I even try to do it in the shower my
brother walks in and ruins the mood."

"You masturbate!?"

"Yes, don't you?"

"No."

"Oh.  Sorry I said anything."

"No, its ok.  Tell me about it."

"Well, as you might have guessed, it feels very good....and what else do
you want me to say?"

"Where have you done it?"

"Just about everywhere.  In the shower, on my bed, in the living room, on
the phone---"

"On the phone?  With who?"

"A few people.  I masturbated once while I was on the phone with you,
once."

"When?  How come I never heard it?"

"It was a few weeks ago and I had just come back from Steve's house.  We
had been making out and he slipped his hands up my shirt and I got very
aroused.  I came back home, and you called right when I was naked and ready
to go.  While you were talking I masturbated, and said a few words every
once in a while.  When I had an orgasm I grunted, but I just told you I
dropped the phone."

"Wow!  You had better stop now."

"Why?"

"I'm starting to get wet again."

"You were wet earlier?"

"When I was watching the girl masturbate, " Brooke confessed.

"You naughty girl.  Its going to be hell for you tonight."

"Why?"

"Because you don't masturbate."  Brooke laughed and said a few more things
before concluding the conversation.  Brooke thought maybe a shower would
help her cool off.  It had before.  But not much.  She stripped out of her
jeans and peeled her shirt off.  She noticed that she had been sweating a
little bit.  She grabbed another pair of panties, a clean pair of shorts,
and a t-shirt, and headed toward her own bathroom.  She was a few feet away
from the bathroom when she tripped over the chair to her desk.  She
whimpered a little, but got up and noticed her toe was bleeding.  She went
into the bathroom and put her leg up on the counter in front of the mirror,
so she could see the other side of her toe better.  Brooke was looking for
blemishes in her toe, when her vision strayed, and she noticed that she had
a very clear view of her vagina in the mirror.  At that moment she forgot
all about her toe.  She slid her hand up her leg until it was right next to
her pussy.  She slowly slid her panties aside.  She took her leg down from
the counter and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.  She leaned over and
got another long look at her pussy.  This was the first time she had ever
looked at it in great detail.  She began to slowly probe around, daintily
touching everything.  She approached her clitoris, and touched it lightly.
She jumped when she did, surprised by the feeling it caused.  She did it
again and again, until she finally stopped.  She turned the shower on,
sweating more now, and started rinsing her hair.  Brooke noticed her
nipples were hard, and the desire to touch them was over powering.  Brooke
resisted though, although she desperately wanted to.  She also wanted to
touch her pussy again and again, but she didn't.  She was too afraid of the
shame she might inflict upon herself.  The more she thought about
masturbating the hornier she was, the harder it was to resist.  She
finished washing up and turned the water off.  She dried off quickly, being
careful to avoid her vagina and breasts.  She didn't put her new pair of
panties on because she knew that if she did, she would have to change into
a new pair before she went to bed.



Brooke passed the remaining hours before bed contemplating masturbation.
She weighed the pros and cons several times, and even laid down and started
sliding her hand down her shorts before she was disturbed by her sister,
who wanted to use her computer.  Her sister asked why it smelled weird in
her room and Brooke simply replied, "I'm using a new shampoo."  After her
sister was finished, Brooke got ready for bed.  She changed into her
nightshirt, took her shorts off, and put her panties on.  She switched off
her lights, but had a hard time sleeping because of all the sexual energy
that had built up inside of her.  Her hand moved toward her crotch, and
when it arrived it began to move up and down along her vagina.  As her
pussy took hold of her, she started to hump up and down on her hand, and it
didn't take long until she was 'oooh'ing and 'ahhh'ing.  Brooke had her
first orgasm and moaned so loud that her sister, Betsy, came over to see
what was going on.  She was still shaking when her sister knocked on her
door.

"Brooke, are you ok?"

"Y-y-yes, I'm fine."

"Why were you moaning?"

"I just stubbed my toe."

"Oh, ok, see you in the morning."

"Good night, sis."  Brooke climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep,
exhausted.


Chapter 2

Brooke woke up late, and was still tired from the night before.  She got
dressed slowly, but didn't have time to eat breakfast, so she just grabbed
an apple on the way out the door.  She was glad today was Friday, because
that meant that she would get to see her friends after school instead of
going straight home.  She slept almost straight through her first three
classes.  She wanted to get some rest so she would be able to stay awake in
Biology, thinking that the girl would masturbate again, and that maybe she
could too.  Brooke managed to stay awake through lunch and the rest of her
classes, and as Biology neared, she could feel the arousal building inside
of her.  She even felt a little trickle of wetness in her panties as she
thought more about the girl.  Then Biology came and Brooke discovered they
had a substitute teacher, which definitely meant a movie for them.
Suddenly, about five minutes into the movie, the girl asked to use the
bathroom.  Brooke was stunned.  How dare she masturbate there?, she
thought.  Although there was no real evidence to prove that she was going
to masturbate, Brooke felt certain that the girl was.  She was feeling bold
and asked to use the restroom too.  As she was walking down the hall
towards the bathrooms, Brooke felt the wetness spread, and hoped that she
didn't get wet enough to show through her pants.  She would look and see in
the bathroom.  As she approached the door to the bathroom, she didn't hear
anything.  She hoped that the girl had come to this bathroom, but even if
she didn't, it gave Brooke a good opportunity to see if her wetness was
showing.  She walked in and saw a pair of feet under one stall.  They were
the only pair.  She walked quietly, hoping that, if it was the girl, she
wouldn't disturb her.  She opened the door to the stall next to the pair of
feet.  A little stirring, but otherwise still.  Brooke pulled down her
pants and panties and sat down.  She looked down.  She was very wet and her
white panties were almost translucent.  Suddenly she could hear heavy
breathing next door.  She knew it was the girl.  Brooke sat very still.
Then a meek moan came from the girl.  Brooke knocked on the wall.

"Are you ok?"

"Oh!  You scared me!"

"Sorry, are you ok?"

"Yes, I-I-I just..."  Her voice trailed off.

"Its ok, I know what you were doing."

"You do?"

"Yes, I saw you in class yesterday."

"You did?  I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was watching."  The girl
confessed.

"No, its ok, it was fun to watch.  What's your name?"

"Alison.  What's yours?"

"Brooke.  You know, you made me so horny I had to masturbate last night."

"Is that good?"

"Yes, I really liked doing it.  It was my first time."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I must say I didn't think anyone was
watching.  I'm very embarassed."

"Don't be.  Hey, why are we sitting here?  I need to fix my make up.  Come
on out."  Brooke pulled her pants up and walked out of the stall.  Alison
came out a minute later, her fly down and her shirt buttoned one button
off.

"Your fly's down and your shirt's buttoned wrong," Brooke informed her.

"Oh, thanks," Alison said, her face reddening.  She zipped up her fly, and
unbuttoned her shirt.  Brooke snuck a glance at her breasts, noticing they
were even smaller than her 36B size.  Alison caught her glance and said:
"Yeah, I wish they were bigger.  Look, I'm still wearing my first bra from
when I was 12.  Its sort of embarassing.  I even stuff sometimes.  See?"
Alison pulled her bra down, exposing two small balls of tissue.  She pulled
them away and pitched them into the trash can.  Alison is right, Brooke
thought, her breasts were small.  Her 11-year-old sister had bigger breasts
(not by much though).

"Do you think anyone will notice?"  Alison asked, referring to the tissues.

"Probably not, no one will say anything if they do notice."  Alison's
nipples started to stiffen.

"Wow, its cold!  Look at my nipples!"  Alison exclaimed.  Alison pulled her
bra up, but her nipples were still evident.

"I can't go back to class with my nipples poking out!"

"I'll wait with you," Brooke volunteered.

"Soooo.....what size bra do you wear?"  Alison asked.

"36B."

"Boy I would kill for that size."

"Have you ever masturbated in class before?"

"No, that was the first time.  It was fun."

"Looked like it.  How long have you been masturbating?"

"Since I was 12--3 years."

"That long?"

"I was at home, sitting in my panties, doing homework.  I had an itch on my
leg and I reached down to scratch it with my pencil and I hit my clit with
my pencil.  I kept pressing with it and had my first orgasm.  The rest is
history."  Both girls were getting wet.

"Good story.  I just had mine while I was humping my bed."

"I bet it was good though, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yes.  My sister checked on me since I was moaning.  What are you doing
after school today?"

"Going home, why?"

"If you wanted you could come over to my house with my friend Jamie and
me."

"I'd like to but...."  Alison thought that she would be too horny after
school to even think let alone go over to someone's house.  She knew that
she could go over to Brooke's house, but she wouldn't be very good company
until she relieved herself.

"But what?"

"I don't know either of you very well."

"Oh, that's ok, we'd love to have another person to talk to.  It gets
boring with just the same two people every time."

"Well....ok!  I'll come."

"Good, one of my friends can drop us off at my house.  Just meet us out
back in the student parking lot back by the fence."

"Ok."

"How are your nipples?"

"Better, thanks."

"I guess we'd better get back to class then."

"Ok, I guess we can talk more later."

"Right.  You go first and I'll come a minute or two later."

"Ok.  Bye for now."  Alison walked out.  Brooke felt better now that she
met Alison, and talked with her.  She hoped Jamie wouldn't mind that she
had invited Alison.  Brooke noticed that her panties were relatively dry,
and she felt better.  She headed back to class, already anxious for it to
be over so she would have a chance to talk to Alison (and Jamie) about
masturbation some more.


Chapter 3

Jamie thanked their ride and then shut the door.  The girls waved as the
car pulled away.  Brooke pulled her key from her pocket.  She opened the
door and all three girls went upstairs.  Brooke shut the door to her room
and locked it.  They set down their backpacks.

"Did you hear about Sarah and Gina?"  Jamie asked.

"No, what happened?"  Brooke responded.

"They were caught masturbating together by Gina's younger sister."

"Really?"  Brooke asked, stunned.  Jamie nodded.  The three girls gossiped
for a while and then the interesting conversation got started.  They
started talking about what really turned them on.  Then it evolved into
truth or dare.

"Truth or dare?"  Jamie directed her question toward Alison.

"Truth."

"What turns you on the absolute most?  I mean so you're soaking your
panties."

"Masturbating when someone's watching or when its an unusual place."

"Like school?"  Brooke interjected.

"Exactly."

"Truth or dare?"  Brooke asked Jamie.

"Hmmm....truth."

"What's the most unusual place you've ever masturbated?"

"Well I swore I'd never tell anyone this but.....on the way to
California.....I masturbated on the plane.  I was soooo horny and I went
into the bathroom and the turbulence only made it better.  Oh great now
look what you've done!"  Jamie had worn a skirt that day.  She spread her
legs and her skirt rode up, revealing a wet spot on her panties.

"Jamie!"  Brooke exclaimed.  "What ARE you doing?"  Jamie turned red and
closed her legs.  "Do it again and I'll wrestle you down!"  Jamie's legs
began to ease open, inviting Brooke to pin her down.  Brooke sprang on top
of Jamie easily pinning her.  Jamie struggled to free herself, but to no
avail.  The girls laughed.

"That'll teach you to spread your legs."  Brooke said triumphantly.  She
climbed off of Jamie and straightened herself up.  Alison noticed that she
was extremely wet now; from talking about masturbating, from Jamie's little
show, and from not masturbating all day.

"Truth or dare?"  Alison asked Jamie.

"Dare."

"You're sure?"

"Yes!"

"Ok....take off your clothes."  Jamie's mouth dropped open, but she began
stripping.  First her sweater, then her skirt, her bra, and her panties.
She sat there naked.

"Truth or dare?"  Jamie asked Alison.

"Truth."

"Are you horny?"

"Yes."  All the girls smiled at this, knowing that all 3 were horny.

"Truth or dare?"  Brooke smiled at Jamie.

"Oh, what the hell--dare."

"Masturbate."  Jamie's eyes got wide, but her hand drifted down to her
crotch as she closed her eyes.  She stuck one finger in easily and used her
thumb to rub her clit.  She slid a second in and began to pump, slowly at
first, then faster.  Alison looked down and wasn't surprised to see her
crotch was soaked.  She looked over at Brooke who had her hand inside her
pants.  Alison cupped her crotch and rubbed.  She pressed hard.  She
grabbed and kneaded her pussy.  Jamie moaned and began to quiver.  Brooke
squeezed her eyes tight and squeaked.  Alison felt her orgasm coming.  She
was so wet that it dripped down to her ass.  She raised her hips up and
came.  She flooded her panties with more fluid and came again.  All 3 girls
lay back, exhausted.



When Brooke came out of her daze, she remember where she was.  She quickly
sat up.  She looked at Jamie, who was languidly fingering her self, and
then her gaze shifted to Alison, whose jeans had turned a darker color of
blue around her crotch.  The room was extremely humid and smelled very
musky.  Brooke tapped Jamie on the leg and she pulled her fingers from her
pussy and wiped them on her side.  Alison sat up, too.

"Brooke?"  Alison asked, "Do you have some panties I could wear?  I think
I'm pretty wet."  All three girls looked down at her crotch and laughed.

"I'll get you some, and I'll see if I can't find you some pants or
something too," Brooke said.  Jamie began putting her clothes back on.  She
left her panties off, and for good reason; she was quite wet also.  Alison
unbuttoned her jeans, lifted her hips up and pulled them, along with her
panties, off.  Brooke was going through her drawers and found a pair of
panties and some short shorts and threw them at Alison.  Alison was
relatively dry so she slid the panties and shorts on.  Alison's head felt
clearer since she masturbated. Brooke stripped out of her pants and panties
and changed them.  She was almost as wet as Alison had been.

"Let's continue the game," Brooke said. "Truth or dare, Alison?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever put anything besides a finger inside of your pussy while
masturbating?"

"Just a marker, nothing exciting.  Truth or dare, Jamie?"

Jamie smiled and said, "Dare."

"Go sit in the bathroom naked until Brooke's sister sees you."

Jamie started laughing and then undressing.  She headed for the bathroom.
After a minute Brooke said: "I'll bet Jamie's masturbating again."

"Probably," Alison responded.  "She sure is good at it though.  Sexy thing
too."

"I get the urge to masturbate just from thinking about her doing it.  And
she did it on an airplane!  Can you imagine?"


Sure enough, Jamie was masturbating.  She was doing it in front of the same
mirror that Brooke had looked at herself in the day before.