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.