Change

How? Do you know, I don’t think I could quantify it. Maybe it was the way she walked….maybe the awareness she displayed in her body - the constant checking out of her boobs - smoothing her skirt over her tummy, the way she couldn’t keep her legs still when seated - especially if she had her legs crossed. No. Definitely something had changed. 

I remembered what we used to call ‘the times of change’ when I was a teenager at school. (Honestly - girls can be so up themselves….in more ways than one!) we were curious about ourselves for sure, but also desperately interested in one another too, hence all the furtive little glances in the locker room, or out on the field during lunchtime. So, I thought I would test the theory. 

I sat opposite her and made damn sure my skirt was on the high side - and that my knees were indelicately apart. Alison clocked what I was doing and gave me a cheeky grin before leaving the room. Ali always knows when to make herself scarce. 

And it didn’t take long for the girl to start casting glances between my legs. Yes, I knew I was wet, and yes, I knew it would show on dark blue panties. I also knew girls can be somewhat uncouth with one another given half a chance, so I wasn’t at all surprised when she said, “Having a wet one huh?” I immediately stretched my knees wide so she got the full view. “That obvious huh? Yeah…just one of those days when you can’t keep your hand out of your panties….if you know what I mean.” She nodded vigorously. “Oh yeah! I know all about those days.” 

“Since when?” I was sure she hadn’t touched herself a year ago, and wanted to savoury tang of knowing this was recent.

“Since six months ago. Since I came home from school hot, sweaty and antsy, and had a shower. I felt so….dirty…so…sexy…everything felt different. The water from the shower (she leans in towards me) felt like I was being peed on, but while that should have disgusted me, it felt….sexy. When the stream ran down my body, I spread my legs and held myself open and it ran directly over my clit. I was leaning back against the shower wall, knees spread, and totally loving the feeling that my….(quieter voice) hole (normal voice) was wide open. I could also smell myself too. Then I touched my clit. I’ve only ever touched it briefly before, but this time it felt different…it felt like I was finding out something essential. So I kept at it. The shower, the water, that feeling like I was gonna pee myself, suddenly I didn’t care if I did. I had my first orgasm right there. Since then, I’ve been crazy to find out about how my friends do it, how often, what, exactly, they do….how do boys do it….how does my brother do it…..absolutely anything sexual…it’s like a wildfire!”

Well, the Force is strong in the female line of our family. I have no doubt she is right on the cusp of a wonderful journey. I told her about my early sexploits, how I am bisexual, what I do with other girls, and how I started off with boys. She listened as if every word was gold dust, and so relaxed was she, that I could see the wide damp patch between her legs. This girl needed some alone time. 

I stood up and said, “I think you need to wank yourself off….right now. I’ll leave you to it.” Her, “No. Stay,” was so faint I barely heard it. 

There are times when something like this will lead to mutual masturbation or even full-on sex, but there are other times when to even try to make a move, even just on yourself, would be to profane the moment. 

She darted her hand into the waistband of her panties, and I saw frantic, frenetic movement. It took mere seconds before she was curled up, her face a picture or agony as she came into her panties. 

What a privilege.