Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 14:33:36 -0800
From: Kari Clarke <kari222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kari's Story/Part Three (Karen)

If you have been following my stories, then you know that I
spent many of my preteen Saturday mornings exploring my
sexuality by getting naked in my house, putting on my mom's
fur, and heading to the living room, where I would often
strip by the window or lay back on the couch and play with
myself. As I got older, I always enjoyed an opportunity to
bring myself to orgasm - whether alone in my bed, laying on
the floor in the bathroom with the heat lamp above (see part
one), or stretching out on the living room couch.
I had a growing desire to share my sexuality with someone,
although at the time it wasn't a desire to have actual sex.
It was all part of my learning, growing and becoming the
woman I am today. The object of my desire was my mom's
friend and neighbor, Karen (see part two). It wasn't a
lesbian desire, it was more that I felt a kindred spirit
with her. She was sooo sexy and confident, and best of all,
she really like me and treated me like an adult. I valued
her friendship and her opinion and always looked forward to
seeing her.

We moved into a different neighborhood when I had just
turned 13. One evening, I was on my own at home when the
doorbell rang. To my excitement it was Karen! She decided to
drop by and say hi to us. I invited her in, but told her
that no one else was home. I asked her if she would like to
wait around, because my mom would be home in about an hour.
She got herself a drink and I had a Dr. Pepper and we sat in
the living room to catch up with each other. Karen told me
about her great vacation in Hawaii, and how she got to scuba
dive and try surfing. Best of all she said the beaches were
great and she got in lots of sun tanning. Karen told me
about her bathing suits, and how she got to suntan nude on
her hotel balcony every morning.

I pictured her naked, laying on a lounger, with the hot sun
on her. Then, I started to imagine myself being there, with
the hot sun on me. My thoughts drifted to being naked on
that recliner, covering myself with oil, and masturbating
while I looked out at the ocean and the people below on the
beach. My thoughts came back to reality when I started
thinking about my young body and small breasts compared to
Karen's full and curvy figure.

I told Karen that I hoped I would look like her and have a
body that was hot too. She blushed, thanked me, and told me
that there was no doubt in her mind that I would be even
more beautiful than she. I giggled and thanked her. I
recalled in my mind my thoughts of our old house and my
adventures in the living room. Then I remembered my fantasy
of getting naked in front of Karen. Something inside me
clicked on! I asked Karen if she would sit for a minute and
that I wanted to show her something. I ran up to my bedroom
and quickly stripped out of my clothes. I stopped to look at
myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but run my hands down
my body, over my breasts, while my heart started to beat
faster and faster. I cupped my young breasts and tweaked my
nipples. My heart was pounding while I grabbed my robe and
threw it on over my nakedness.

Karen was sitting on the couch waiting for me. Her eyebrows
raised when she saw me come in to the room in my robe. I
could tell she had no clue as to what I was up to. "Karen, I
need to ask you something, and you are the only one I can
ask this," I told her. I stood in front of her and dropped
the robe to the floor. "Do you really think I will have a
nice figure like you?"

Karen's mouth dropped, as she was totally unprepared for my
openness. "Kari, I wasn't expecting this!" she exclaimed. I
responded with, "Karen, I really need to know what you
think! I want to be able to suntan naked and I want to know
if guys are going to think I am cute and want to look at me
like they look at you!"



Karen was still speechless. I turned around slowly so she
could see all of me. "So?" I asked impatiently. I sat down
on the couch and faced her. She took my hand and said, "Oh
honey, you already are gorgeous - you have beautiful eyes
that sparkle and a great smile!" "As for the rest of you - I
think you will look great! Your boobs will keep growing and
yes, I believe there will be plenty of guys drooling over
you in a few years!"

Well that was certainly good news to my ears. Now, I had to
ask her a more intimate question. "Karen, is it wrong to
play with myself? I really like doing it." I didn't give her
a chance to answer before I said: "I love to be naked, to
feel my hands all over me, to play with my nipples, to make
myself really wet with my fingers!"

"Honey," Karen replied, "Of course its okay. I do it too.
Most women do, and guys too! It's perfectly normal." I
responded: "It feels so good! Especially when I do this-"
and I opened my legs a little and started to rub my pussy. I
lay back and closed my eyes. It was a little too much for
Karen.

"Kari!!! I don't think this is the right place or time to do
this! Your parents could walk in and we would both be in
trouble! You need to do this on your own and not here on the
couch with me!" Karen declared. "Now get up and go get some
clothes back on before your mom comes home!"

I opened my eyes and saw that Karen was looking very flushed
at my bold display. She stood up and put her hand out for me
to take. I took her hand and she pulled me up. We stood
facing each other. Karen reached over and stroked my hair.
"Honey," she whispered, "you are a beautiful girl, and I
appreciate that you trust me to show me what you did." She
reached over and kissed me on the lips. "Now," she said
firmly, "Go and get dressed." I smiled at her and turned to
get my robe. As I bent over to pick it up, she swatted my
ass and yelled, "Get going, cheeky!"



I giggled, grabbed my robe and ran upstairs. After getting
dressed, I came back down. I proceeded to get a gentle
lecture from Karen about modesty and sexuality. She didn't
quite get finished when my mom pulled into the driveway, so
our "session" ended. "You're not going to say anything to
mom, are you?" I asked with concern.

"Of course not, Kari," answered Karen. "I don't think she
would appreciate knowing what you just did!" I was very
relieved to hear that.

Well, that night before I went to bed I had a hot bath.
While relaxing in the tub, my mind wandered back to the
afternoon's events. At first I couldn't believe that I
actually did what I did, and then I had to laugh. It could
have been a lot worse. What if Karen had reacted
differently? I was very happy that she was a friend.

By the time I made it to my bed, I had other thoughts on my
mind. I pictured Karen in Hawaii naked on that recliner.
Would she have been masturbating too? Probably not, but I
imagined her doing it. Then I thought back to the afternoon,
with me sitting beside her on the couch, naked, gently
spreading my legs so I could massage my pussy in full view.
My body started to react to those images in my mind. I
quickly removed my nightie and climbed back into bed. While
my thoughts focused on the afternoon, my fingers focused on
other things.


Soon I was pumping away with two fingers inside me while my
other hand was working over my clitoris. I pictured me on
the couch, doing this in front of Karen. Then, to my
delight, Karen decided to take off her clothes too. Soon we
were both masturbating like crazy, facing each other on the
couch. I imagined Karen's breasts, bouncing up and down as
she fingered herself to orgasm. I imagined the feel of her
legs rubbing against mine as we watched each other in
ecstasy. As my orgasm swept over me, all I could think about
was watching Karen's fingers moving in and out while she
stared at mine doing the same thing.

I think it was one of the most erotic solo experiences I had
before I started having sex with partners. Nothing more
developed in my relationship with Karen. Within a few years
she eventually changed her line of work and moved to another
city. She kept in touch with my family for awhile, but since
then we drifted apart. I often think of that experience
though, the afternoon I bared all for Karen, and showed her
one of the things I liked to do on Saturday mornings - get
naked in the living room and play on the couch.