Naked Tracey

As the girls night continued, Tracey sighed happily as she stretched on the couch. Still naked, the girl felt no embarrassment at being the only one of the foursome to not have clothes on. Nudity had never been shameful to her; it was instead very empowering, because of how beautiful the naked female form was considered.

Even now, with her legs lewdly spread and her virgin womanhood exposed to every one, Tracey had never felt more relaxed. All eyes were on her. Or, more specifically, her pussy.

That much didn't surprise her, human genitalia was considered the most appealing part of the body, and she couldn't blame her friends for wanting to stare at her when she had hers shamelessly exposed. Tracey herself had more than often lost her train of thought as she looked at her own pussy in the comforts of her room. Just like she knew her friends had with theirs.

All the girls kept talking while they stared. From her perspective, it looked more like her friends were talking to her pussy than to each other. Truth be told, despite how comfortable she felt, she wasn't one to do this often and the constant looks were starting to get arousing.

Her stretch was less of a stretch and more of a squirm as she moved her hips on the couch, trying to subtlety sneak in a bit of stimulation. She half wished she was sitting on a pillow - she longed to hump something.

Having long lost track of the conversation, she took advantage of a sudden lull by whispering to get Abigail's attention.

"Oi, Abby! Could you pass me Sara's phone?"

The gay girl blinked, her eyes refocusing on her friend as they shifted away from Tracey's pussy.

"What? Oh, sure. Here you go!"

As the blonde grabbed the phone, her couch partner next to her failed to suppress a giggle. "Gonna look up some porn while you sit there, Trace?" teased Melissa.

Sara joined in from her perch next to the brunette, smiling widely. "No shame in that girl. We're all looking, we've seen you getting wet."

At that, the virgin girl blushed. "Wha- What? No, I wasn't... I was just-" And she fell silent, knowing her friends wouldn't believe her if she said that she hadn't been planning on looking up that kind of distraction. It also didn't help that the other girls were currently giggling like teenagers.

Unlocking the phone, she immediately noticed a list of endless sentences spanning the length of the screen. Evidently, Abigail had forgotten to minimize the app from earlier. Quickly scanning through the list, she turned the device to her gay friend.

"Is this the app you were changing before?"

The other girl eye's barely shifted from Tracey's crotch. "Yeah, you just change whatever. It's kinda lame honestly." she said, her stare transfixed. She was too preoccupied with the currently naked pussy to fully grasp what she had previously done.

"Huh." Trace turned the phone back towards her. Sara and Melissa, now convinced that Tracey wasn't actually about to look up porn, continued with whatever conversation they were having before.

The poor girl couldn't help but get more aroused as she browsed through the list. Despite a good chunk of the written "rules" were about rather mundane things, whatever this app was, a lot of what was listed was highly sexual. She had to stop her free hand as she felt it make its way down towards her open legs. The last thing she wanted to do was openly masturbate.

Next to her, it was evident to all the girls that their friend was getting hornier and hornier. Having spend the better part of the past half hour staring at her pussy, they could tell by the fact that her womanhood now shined with moisture, her lips had parted open, and the growing smell of musk that their stares were getting to Tracey.

In fact, Sara was just about to begrudgingly mention that maybe the naked girl should cover herself back when Tracey's finger flew across the phone.

As it turns out, one rule had caught the girl's eye. It read "It's considered highly taboo for people to masturbate in public" and Tracey wanted nothing more than for that to not be the case. So she changed it without thinking.

• It's considered widely accepted for girls to openly masturbate in public.

As the world changed, Sara, who was about to suggest the girl covered herself, suddenly had a very different thing to say.

"You know Trace, none of us care if you touch yourself."

"What?" The comment shocked the blonde so much she dropped the phone next to her.

But her friend just grinned. "Want me to get you a towel? You're about to soak the couch."

"Well... I mean... Sara, what are you even-"

The hostess just laughed as she left the flustered girl with her friends. With Trace being a virgin, she wasn't surprised that the girl was embarrassed to openly admit to wanting to masturbate in front of them. It wasn't something the blond did often. She quickly returned with a folder towel. When she gave it to Tracey, the naked girl wasted no time to sit on it.

Tracey, too flustered with the turn of events to realize what she had done, didn't want to waste time before her friends snapped back to their senses. Leaning back, she closed her eyes as her fingers found her honey pot and she moaned as she worked familiar circles on her clit, making her way towards orgasm.

Her friends stared transfixed and watched the show.