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Rachel, who lives next door, would do things that I would never do. And sometimes she gets me to do them too. One evening we were in her room and her mom was out and she got this grin on her face and started speaking more quietly, and I knew she had some idea that was going to get us in trouble. She told me to follow her and took me to her mom's room. She opened the drawer of her mom's nightstand and pulled out a "Playgirl" magazine! She started showing me pictures and my jaw dropped with astonishment; I was innocent in those days. Then she said we should masturbate looking at the pictures! I'd never masturbated in my life, and couldn't believe she'd just come out and suggest such a thing. I told her it was wrong and that we'd get in big trouble. She told me that guys do it all the time, and they love to do it while looking at pictures. I didn't believe her, which goes to show how innocent I was. She started telling me about how there were more men's magazines like this than women's and that guys really got turned on by pictures and she said that was why such magazines sold so well. And she said we "women" deserved just as much as men.
She also told me we wouldn't get caught because her mom was gone for the evening and who would ever know? What would it hurt? Well, there is no stopping Rachel when she gets an idea, so soon I was going along with her. She opened it up to this picture of a guy-- he had this really cute smile and this great body and, well, I'm still embarrassed to go into detail. She laid the magazine open on the bed, and then unsnapped her jeans and grinned at me. I knew she was waiting to see if I'd take off my jeans. Soon we were both inching them down, and in a couple of minutes, we each were nude from the waste down. She turned on the radio and sat on the bed next to the picture, and started fingering herself. She was telling me to come on, so I sat on the other side of the picture, and put my hand to my crotch and nervously glanced at her and at the picture.
"Come on, touch yourself," she said, "like you do when you're alone."
It's funny but I didn't want to admit to Rachel that I'd never done it before. I started rubbing a little. I felt more embarrassed than anything. Rachel was rubbing herself more, and had a strange look on her face. I noticed she was breathing a little funny. She glanced at me, and stopped.
"You're not really doing it, come on, we have to do it together or it's not fair."
"I'm doing it," I said. I wasn't sure what I was doing and was sure I wasn't doing it right.
"Together now," she said, and started rubbing herself some more. Her breathing became more pronounced and I found myself staring, fascinated. When I realized I was, I quickly looked back at the picture. I started rubbing again, but still all I felt was weird to be there with Rachel like that.
"What is going on here!"
Rachel's mom was in the doorway, with a look of shock on her face. "Rachel, to your room, this instant!" Rachel was up in a second, grabbing her clothes and running out of the room. I sat there stunned. Rachel's mom walked into the room. "You nasty girls! You two have done some bad things, but I can't *believe* you did this!" My mind started functioning again and I thought about Mom! That thought woke me up!
"I'm sorry. Are you going to tell my Mom?" I was shaking with fear and my voice was wobbly. "Please! Please don't tell my Mom!" I was crying openly. "I didn't mean to...I never did this before. I promise..."
Rachel's mom's face made me stop. She looked like she had seen a ghost. She was looking right through me and I moved, leaving her staring into space. I looked for my clothes--the only thing I saw were Rachel's jeans which I would never fit into.
"I promise I'll never do it again. Could you please just not tell my Mom?" That look in her face somehow shook me out of my tears, but I was still pleading.
"I'm sorry," she finally said. I wasn't sure I heard her right. "Here I want to do the right thing," her voice was just an echo, almost as if she were talking to herself, "and I force you to lie. I'm turning you into a little hypocrite."
I was confused. "I mean it. You won't tell my mom?"
"You don't have to lie...please don't lie...I won't tell your mom."
"I'm not lying!"
"I meant about masturbating. You don't have to tell me you never masturbate."
"I never did that before! Honest!"
"I won't tell your mom. I said I wouldn't. Really you've never masturbated?"
"But, don't you get... frustrated? Don't you ever think about sex? Or long for it?"
"Well, yes, I think about it sometimes. I think about guys."
"It's really normal to masturbate, especially at your age. I wish I hadn't caught you girls, but I shouldn't yell at you. Do you really mean it? You never masturbate? I won't tell your mom or berate you."
"No, I never did."
"But you have felt frustrated."
I paused. "Yes," I finally said.
"Well, it's really the best thing... how come you never do it?"
"I guess I really don't know how."
She sat on the bed thinking for a minute. "You really ought to know how. I'll show you."
"Show me?" I was definitely nervous. I wanted to tell her to forget it and to leave, but I guess I'd always been too respectful to defy an adult like that.
"Have you ever come? Had an orgasm?"
"Lie back on the bed." She approached me. "Come on, do it. This will be alright. You shouldn't go through life frustrated."
I lay back, and she approached my legs. "Don't worry," she said and she put her hand on my crotch. "Just relax," she added, "you're stiff as a board!" She started stroking my sex up and down, gently. Then she put her fingers in her mouth and put them back and I felt their wetness. I was still nervous.
"Try and relax. Relax your shoulders first." I did my best. One by one, she had me relax different parts of my body, and soon I was laying there, much more relaxed. "Just think about the feeling in your cunt," she said as she continued her gentle rubbing. I realized it felt wonderful.
"Do you think you could do this?" she asked.
"I... I guess so," I stammered.
"I'll do it a little more--you're still nervous. Just relax, and think... think about boys! Is there a boy you like?"
"Oh, I'm sure there is some boy you'd like to notice you." She still rubbed me ever so softly. It felt heavenly! "You aren't responding very much," she added. "Sometimes guys use their tongue on you. Girls like that."
I didn't understand what she was talking about. Then she leaned down and kissed me right on my cunt! I was so shocked! I'd never heard of such a thing! Then she started licking my cunt. It was like an electric shock went through my body! Suddenly I was feeling things I had only imagined and I knew what it was that Rachel had been feeling when she was breathing so hard! She just kept licking and my breathing started getting rough and loud! That feeling just grew and grew and I could hardly stand it anymore! I never knew such feelings could exist! And still it grew and grew! I was throwing my head back and forth, and I noticed Rachel standing in the doorway watching us! She had this evil little smile on her face. But I was too far gone to do anything about it. Finally I let out a groan and my whole body shook. I hardly remember right after that moment, but when I finally became aware of things, Rachel's mom was sitting there, smiling at me. Rachel was gone from sight.
"Your first orgasm and I bet you enjoyed it!" she said. Boy was that an understatement. She said I'd better go home now and after she got my jeans back, I put them on and left. That night, I just lay in bed thinking about that orgasm. And the next day in school, when I looked at the guys, and the girls too, and all the teachers, and everybody, I just thought about that orgasm and what people feel when they have sex. I felt like I'd never really known why people did a lot of the things that they did! And I looked at some of the guys that I liked and thought about having that feeling with them.
A couple of nights later, as I lay in bed, I tried rubbing myself. I felt I really didn't know how and I tried licking my finger like Rachel's mom had done. Still, I didn't feel like I knew what I was doing.
I was stopping to see Rachel and her mom asked me if I had been masturbating. She had this little grin on her face. I almost said no, and then I told her I'd tried to. She said my body probably didn't quite have the hang of it yet. Then she said she had an idea and she quickly dragged me by the hand into her bedroom. She told me to take off my pants again and sit on the side of the bed. I did it, and she was immediately kneeling in front of me, with her tongue on my cunt. It seemed like just seconds and I was excited. In a couple of minutes, I was coming, and I really felt faint. She quickly told me to lay back on the bed, helping me back. I caught my breath and she told me my body was learning to do its part. She did the same thing to me the next couple of days. I was dancing around all day as if I were on top of the world.
Then Rachel asked me if her mom was licking me. I admitted she was and she got me to tell her how many times. She said her mom had the hots for me! I said I didn't think so... that she was always sort of business-like, starting right in and stopping immediately when I came and sending me on my way... that she was nice to me, but she just seemed to be doing me a favor.
Rachel thought about that, then she said I could probably get her mom to have the hots for me, all I'd have to do is be a little seductive. She said all I'd have to do is give her the right little seductive smile before she started and wriggle my body a little. I should give her the idea I was letting her do it for *her* pleasure. I don't know why I listened to Rachel, the ridiculous things she came up with sometimes. Then she said she'd spend her time trying to seduce *my* mom! She said she'd just give her seductive looks and be nice to her and see what would happen.
I thought it was all hogwash, but somehow I kept thinking about what she said. And the next time her mom was going to lick me, some devil in me made me give her this snooty little smile, down my nose at her. And I guess I wriggled my body. Well, before she touched me, she stood up and told me to get dressed and get out. She didn't sound mad, but she sounded a little amused and like she was having nothing to do with it!
I felt so embarrassed. I avoided her, and didn't see her for days. But a couple of weeks later, I was missing those orgasms something awful, and missing something about being with her, and I finally went over and begged her to listen to me. I told her that I'd been trying to learn to attract boys and that somehow it just came out with her. I begged her to forgive me and told her I still couldn't make myself come. She relented and took me in the bedroom and licked me and it was wonderful!
We were doing it again, and I was in heaven again. Only I thought about her. I imagined her having the "hots" for me like Rachel said, and I realized I wanted her to want me! I notice Rachel was being really nice to my mom--she always commented on her appearance when she met my mom, but other than that, nothing seemed strange. And Rachel was wearing this revealing clothing whenever she came over. I did notice that my mom liked a compliment, and knowing that Rachel was just making them up made me a little bit cynical about my mom.
Well, I did start to try to seduce Rachel's mom. I didn't make the same mistake, I mostly just complimented her appearance, and I made a couple of bold comments about how guys must like her. I was very careful about how I dressed when I came over, and gradually went to wearing things that showed me off. I did try a few wriggles and smiles, but I was very much more subtle about it and she never said anything. I laughed and smiled at what she said, and told her how I didn't know how to repay her. She did seem to relax with me a little more and was a little more playful. Then one week I pointed out that Rachel was going to be home a lot, but my mom was off traveling for the week, and I told her she could always come over to my house if she wanted to. I insisted she feel free. She told me to call her.
Well, I didn't though I was tempted, and sure enough, she came over one night. I made sure I didn't gloat or anything and I told her she must be psychic to know how I was feeling. But I was a little bit playful with her that night and she went along with it. When she was done, I told her she was an absolute angel to do this for me, and I gave her a big, but innocent hug. But we did press our bodies together. When she left, I thanked her again and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She still went along with it.
And I left her alone. Something told me it was time to see if she would come back to me herself. And she did, after a while. I could see that she had dressed with care. She came up to my room (my mom was out) and I told her I'd love to see her body. She was willing. She had a nice body--much smaller than mine, with a nice little figure and nice round breasts. When she started licking me, I put my hands on her hair, which I'd never done before, and I rubbed ever so softly. It was so great seeing her naked little form kneeling between my legs, doing her best to please me. After she made me come, we kissed, and I tried pushing my tongue into her mouth! I'd heard about that but certainly had no experience. She let me! Afterwards I told her maybe she could *show* me how women masturbate. She lay on the bed and put a hand on her cunt and a hand on her breast. I watched her make herself come and I was awestruck. But I did my best to hide it... I told her to get dressed, kissed her again quickly and said goodby.
After that, she was at my beck and call. Rachel had asked me a couple of times if I had seduced her mom and I finally told her about my success. She didn't seem impressed so I told her it was much further than she had gotten with *my* mom. Mom was sitting on the other side of the room, Rachel and I had been talking quietly, but even though Mom couldn't hear us, I felt a little funny about the conversation. But Rachel just got a sly look on her face and called my mom over. Mom came over and she had this wary look on her face that surprised me. Rachel told her to *strip*! "Rachel!" Mom said in a breathy voice, but didn't make a move. Rachel just stared at her. Finally, Mom started fingering her clothes! And then she was taking them off, and was nude in a minute! Mom wouldn't meet my eyes! I stared in shock.
"Touch your breasts," said Rachel.
That afternoon, I saw Mom lick Rachel; I saw Mom voluntarily get whipped; and I saw her take this thing in her rear that Rachel called a dildo. Rachel told me I'll be doing the same things for her that Mom is. I guess I will: now when her mom is licking me, I think about Rachel using that whip on me.