Astrid Showed Me How To Masturbate

Astrid slipped her flowery, stretchy pants down her legs and tried vainly to kick them off over her unmatched socks. She giggled a little as she lost her balance, pulling at them and flopping down on the side table by the desk in her room, the faded light green cotton of her panties the only thing between my curious eyes and her vagina. She rubbed herself through them for a minute looking down at her body. I shifted awkwardly on the floor, feeling a warm swelling between my legs.

"I like to start like this," she said. As she rubbed herself gently, I heard her brother in the hallway, passing by the locked door loudly on some toy vehicle, the plastic making a loud rolling sound on the wood floors. I was pretty sure her mother wouldn't approve of us doing this. But, Astrid wanted to show me this thing she'd learned to do. And I was really curious about both it and her body. We've been buds since we were little, more like sisters than friends. We shared everything. Now she was excited to share this thing she'd been doing to herself every night.

I watched with breathless fascination as her fingers probed the ridges of her private parts through her panties. Then she hooked the waist of her panties with her thumbs and pulled them down and off. Her knees came together, then d****d open as the panties lay on the floor between us. I could smell her body smell from where I sat just feet from her. Her vagina was smooth and silky looking, with lips that were more leafy in appearance than mine. A faint redness accompanied puffiness around the opening. And inside I could see a hint of darker pink, where the skin was moist and I was sure the fragrance I smelled emanated from. I felt the urge to touch her, but didn't feel permission. I squirmed a bit, feeling my body react with a surge of warmth in my own panties, and a strange achy longing.

"It's pretty," I blurted out. She only smiled at me and began to sort of flick at the top part of her puss. As she did, her face changed, seeming distracted or far away suddenly.

"Ohh, oh it feels really nice," she said in a tone more like an exhale than speaking. Her finger moved rapidly back and forth across the bare skin. She looked at me, but I could tell she was inside herself, feeling the pleasure of touching her vagina like that.

A soft moaning sound escaped from her mouth, sweet and accompanied by jumps in her breathing. She changed the motion to an up and down stroke, along the length of her opening. I could see she was pulling lube out of herself and spreading it across the folds of skin on either side of her slit. She stroked up and down like this for a minute, enjoying it.

Still looking at me, she stopped her hand moving. I thought she was going to flick at the top part again, but she pushed her middle finger inside. She emitted a long sigh as her finger disappeared in between the lips of her vagina. She pulled back out and began to thrust slowly, sort of impaling her pussy with her finger. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she did this.

She added a second finger to the first, pushing them in and gently slapping the top of her pussy with the palm of her hand with each stroke. "Uhhh..." she moaned as her head fell back, her pretty blonde hair tumbling down over the white v-neck sweater she wore. A slick squishing sound began to come from her vagina as she got wetter, the thrusts becoming more like pounding.

"Ohhh I feel it, it's about to happen..." she said, her head still back. She looked down at herself and started flipping her finger across the top of her pretty slit again. Muscles inside her thighs made little spasms as she leaned forward slightly, her mouth open and eyes closed as she suddenly began to breathe heavily.

"Ohhh, ahhhh, that's it, that'ssssohhhhhhhh," she leaned back, still flicking herself as she looked at me, her face seeming to strain. I could see a bead of clear liquid draining out of her pink slit and into her butt hole. She flicked and flicked, as her face stayed tight, her eyes shut and her breathing became quick. Her pussy pulsed or throbbed several times as she feverishly rubbed it. Her knees jerked forward like butterfly wings as she struggled to contain whatever her body was doing. Then she relaxed. Her stroking became slower, less furious. She massaged her vagina slowly and looked a little drowsy.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "You have to try it," she said, still breathing quickly. "It's amazing."

I felt self conscious about by body. My boobs weren't even growing yet. I tried to sidestep what she was getting at. "You do it every night?" I asked.

"And at school sometimes too, in the bathroom," she laughed nervously at the confession. My hand was already exploring between my legs. "Take your pants off, I'll show you," she said.

I realllyyyy wanted to but I was so nervous!

"Astrid!" It was her mom calling from the kitchen. "Can you girls clean up the living room? It's almost time to eat!"

We looked at each other with eyes rolling, though inside I felt some relief. It'll have to be later. "You'sre not getting out of this," She said smiling. "I want to see you try it."

"Mmmmkayyy, but later."

"Right after dinner," she insisted.

"How about in bed later tonight, when the house is quiet?" I asked.

She pondered this. "Ok, it'll be better anyway." She pulled her panties back on, stood up and pulled her pants back up. I tried not to stare, but had a difficult time taking my eyes of her body as her shiny slit disappeared beneath her clothing. "You're gonna love it!" she said, with her usual confidence. She helps me come out of my shell. I looked forward to later with nervous excitement!