In thoughts of each other

“So do you ever… you know… play with yourself?”

It was several days later and the three of them were back in their secluded haven, this time after a long, hard day of school. This was the first time they had managed to return since the weekend. All three of them had got undressed almost immediately, perhaps the pretence had been that they all felt hot and sweaty after a day in the burning sun? It hardly mattered. In all honesty none of them had thought of anything else since they’d traipsed home, late on that saturday evening.

Mark’s question came right out of the blue, mid conversation about something else. Stacy got the distinct feeling he’d been drumming up the courage to ask it all day. The least she could do was to be honest.

“Of course! I’m pretty sure everybody does at some point… well everybody except Charlotte.” Charlotte was a girl in their class well known for her outspoken religious piety and proud denouncement of almost anything fun. They all shared a chuckle at her expense… if only she could see them now… she’d have been overjoyed. “But I hear you boys do it a lot more than us pure and dainty maidens! How often do you whip it out and **** the chicken eh Markey?”

Mark wasn’t going to let that one go by without taking it as a challenge. “Oh, all the time Stacy my dear. I’d be doing it dawn till dusk if school didn’t get in the way… in fact sometimes I get it out and give it a little go under my desk in class… ‘Specially if it’s one of Miss Palmer’s classes.” He winked across at Peter. Miss Palmer was a very openly held wet dream among most of the boys in school… heck even Stacy had to admit, that woman was hot.

He continued. “Course I expect Pete can’t get away with it anywhere near as much, what with that cannon he’s packing…”

The boy in question just smiled shyly, not giving or taking any hints there. Mark tried again to bring the focus back to where he was really interested. “No, but seriously… like how often do you? Do you watch porn when you do? Do you have any, like, toys and stuff?”

Stacy sighed. She wasn’t going to worm her way out of that level of enthusiasm. She thought about it for a second, was this going to change things further?

“How often? ...Like 3 or 4 times a week I guess? I tend to do it in the bath… or shower, so no porn then. Though I do have a look sometimes…” She glanced up from the blades of grass she was picking at; Her two man audience were enraptured, hanging on every word. “I own one dildo… an old friend bought me it, sort of as a joke but… Now that I think about it I guess most people get their first one off a friend, sort of as a joke… That’s kinda weird isn’t it? Like, they must know you’re gonna try it?”

Both boys nodded sagely… and did indeed think about it. She guessed they spent all evening thinking about all those circulating rubber toys, passing between the girls they sat next to day by day. What she hadn’t mentioned to them though was that if she only masturbated 3 or 4 times a week, then since Saturday’s experiment she had quite easily already met her quota. The girl had another bath that evening. She just couldn’t help shaking the feeling that now she had admitted this to them… that this very image might be popping up in their heads as they did something similar. Stacy sank into the water and blew bubbles towards the surface… but it didn’t help. The thought just continued to itch. Across their small and silent town, three voices resisted the urge to cry out in unison.