“Are you kidding,” she responded. “that was such a rush to have you watching me. It made my orgasm bigger than ever. And I really don’t mind that you showered me in your spunk,” she grinned again. “It was really sexy in fact.”
Rousing ourselves we started to clean up and get dressed, much less sheepish and embarrassed than we’d been the previous evening. As Sally was about to leave my room she looked back with a questioning glance.
“Can we do this again? Quite soon?” she asked hesitantly.
“God yes, of course.” I agreed immediately. Then, playing back to Sally a question that she’d previously asked me, “how often do you masturbate?”
“Similar to you” she smiled, shyly, “I do it pretty much every day. I get a bit cranky if I don’t,” she disclosed. “I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a sex fiend?”
“Wow,” I laughed, “I don’t think it makes you any more of a sex fiend than I am. Though I’m not sure I was expecting that reply. I was pretty sure girls did it. And I guessed you’d be no different. But, I’m not really sure why, I just didn’t think it would be with the same frequency as us guys. So would it make sense that we should try and do this every day?” I queried.
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Sally agreed, with a shy smile.
So, for the next few days, whenever we could find an opportunity, we followed a similar pattern. Masturbating together as we admired each others bodies. With Sally increasingly keen for me to spunk over her. Not that this drew any complaints from me.
Somewhat irrationally, now that we were spending time alone and nude together I wasn’t “feeling Sally up”, as I had been previously, albeit over (and occasionally under) her clothing. Both of us, I’m sure, felt wary of pushing too far, too soon and breaking the spell. But that changed at the weekend, about a week after we’d starting masturbating together.
Our parents, somewhat unusually, had gone out for dinner with friends. Leaving the two of us alone for several hours. Sadly, but unsurprisingly, neither of us had any plans with friends of our own. But, at this stage, we were both delighted to have at least some uninterrupted time with each other.
They’d made us dinner just before they left which we hastily bolted down. As we cleared the dishes away Sally, in an act similar to the one that had first started our sexual journey, was leaning over the kitchen sink. I moved behind her, as I had on that first evening, and began fondling her fantastically athletic buttocks. This time I was not fearful of an adverse reaction. But neither was I expecting Sally to respond as she did.
After initially leaning back into me to allow me to grope her more freely, she reached behind me, grasped my hands and pulled them in front of her. She placed both of them onto her breasts. For a few seconds I froze as I realised that this, clearly, was the green light for me to take things further. So taking advantage of this I began, in my customarily clumsy fashion, to fondle Sally. As I did this I was pressed very firmly against her, with my rock hard cock grinding against her tight arse.
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