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 Author: ursismajor
Title: What are friends for if not to share?
Part: Chapter 7
Summary: Anna tells Helen
Keywords: f,f voy



   Chapter 6 What Are Friends For If Not To Share?

   November 1990

   Anna woke late the next morning to find she had the house to herself as
Peter and her aunt were out shopping.  She sat up in bed and rang her
girlfriend Helen and chatted as 15 year olds do.

   "You were with Michael for a long time last night", Helen said.  "I
think Meg was pretty pissed off.  Did you let him do anything?"

   "What do you mean, `do anything'?  And anyway, what were YOU doing and
with who?"

   "Oh, I was with Greg.  Then Andrew.  Then Jason.  But don't change the
subject - what were you and Michael doing?"

   "We were watching," Anna replied.

   "Watching what?" her friend asked.

   "Frances.  Frances and one of the boys I don't know."

   "Well, don't stop there.  WHAT were you watching?  What were they
doing?"

   Anna hesitated for a moment.  "But why not," she thought.

   "They were sitting on the sofa in the main lounge room and kissing. 
And....  Well, it was dark but there was enough light to see she had her
skirt up around her waist and he had a hand between her legs."

   "Go on," said her friend excitedly.  "Was she stopping him?"

   Anna felt her excitement rise "No, not at all.  In fact she seemed to,
you know, open her legs to make it easier for him.  I think he had his hand
in her underpants."

   Anna own hand had slid into her pyjama bottom.

   "Did he `do' her?" Helen asked.

   "No, but a bit later I think she was playing with his dick.  Her hand
seemed to be moving a lot."

   "How much could you see?  Gosh, I wish I'd been watching."

   Before Anna could reply her friend went on: "Yes, but what were you and
Michael doing all this time?  Did you let him finger you?"

   Anna hesitated, perhaps because she was concentrating on her own finger
slipping into her vagina.

   "Ah well, you know, he.."

   "DID you let him finger-fuck you?  Quit stalling!"

   Anna had never heard the phrase before but she liked it and as she moved
her hand in her pyjamas she realised that was what she was doing to
herself.

   "Yes," she replied.  "I let him.  And what did YOU do with Greg and
Jason and whoever else you said?"

   "Andrew.  Andrew was the other one.  Oh, I let them do whatever they
wanted.  Greg was a bit shy but he rubbed my chest through my clothes but
Andrew and Jason both put their hands up my dress."

   "Did you let them, ah, `finger-fuck' you?"

   "Yes.  I bet you're doing it to yourself right now.  I am!"

   Anna didn't reply but the movement of her hand quickened as she thought
of her friend lying on a bed doing what she was doing to herself.

   "Well, are you?"

   "Yes," Anna replied, "yes."

   "I wish I was there to watch you.  I'd love to see you fingering
yourself.  Would you like to watch me?"

   "Mmmm," she replied, too busy to say more.

   "Can you cum?  Anna, let's try to cum together!  We can tell each other
when we are close."

   Anna did not reply - she was too busy.

   She lay on her back, the phone in one hand and the other cupping her
genitals.  Her legs were spread and she was working her middle finger in
and out of her vagina while her palm rubbed against what she had learned
was called a clitoris.  Her mind was on the feeling the previous night when
Michael had worked HIS hand in and on her, how he had `finger-fucked' her
(she loved the phrase) for such a long time.  Then her mind went to her
friend on the other end of the phone, her friend who right now
`finger-fucking' herself.  "Yes", she thought, "I'd like to watch that. 
I'd like to watch Helen `fingering' herself."

   The girl loved the feeling of the wetness on her hand, of the tightness
around her probing finger.  She had recently explored her sex, her "pussy",
feeling the different textures of her vagina, wondering what it would look
like if she could see herself.  But now there was no exploring, no
wondering, just the in and out of her finger, her finger-fucking finger. 
Then as her orgasm approached her thoughts went into a blur of images.  Of
Helen `doing' herself, of Helen watching her doing it, of Jenny, of Jenny
watching her `finger-fucking', of her and her aunt watching each other, of
Peter watching ME FINGERING MY PUSSY, MY CUNT, MY ...........  And then
aloud "AAAAH, I'ME CUMING"

   She went blank for it seemed like a long time until with an exhausted
gasp she returned the room, to the bed, to her now still finger in her very
wet vagina.

   Then, through the phone, she heard the gasping, rising in intensity, as
her girlfriend climaxed.

   After a minute or two of silence, Anna said: "Wow!  I've got to go and
rest!  I'll talk to you later."

   "OK," Helen replied, "but Anna that was really lovely.  Let's do it
again."

   Anna hesitated and thought about her rising embarrassment.  Then her
need for honesty took over and she replied, very softly: "Yes, I enjoyed it
too.  Let's."

   Without another word she pushed the button to end the call, put down the
phone, pulled her finger from her body and closed her legs.  As she drifted
into a light sleep the girl put her wet finger into her mouth and sucked
her juices of it.