Some good advice

She wasn’t totally aware of what was happening but as she came back to herself a moment later she was being held by a naked Maisy and Mike was watching over them. “I need to talk to Maisy,” she managed to sob out.

Mike agreed to go back to the bedroom and Maisy, having thrown on a T-shirt, helped Helen downstairs to the living room. She fetched a glass of water and sat down next to her holding her hand. “What’s the matter?”

Too bowled over by her sudden outburst to be intensely emotional again she just spoke numbly. “I have to apologise Maisy, I did a terrible thing to you.”

“What was it?”

“I saw you and Darren making love and I touched myself. I’m so sorry. I was feeling frustrated and when I saw it I lost all control and did something terrible to myself.”

Maisy got cross at those last words. “Woah, woah, woah. What the fuck did you just say?” Helen knew it. Maisy had every right to be furious. “Did you just say that touching yourself was something terrible? What sort of fucked up shit is that?” Helen was reeling. She didn’t know what to say. Maisy went on “I don’t give a fuck about you seeing us. Hell, if you wanted to you could come and watch. Hell, you could join in for all I care but don’t you say touching yourself is a bad thing.”

Helen was on the back foot. She didn’t know how to respond. This wasn’t what she had expected. “I’m sorry” she mumbled.

“Too damn right. For decades women have been fighting to have their sexuality recognised. Don’t let your bastard, fucking family go about putting women back a hundred years. Touching yourself is perfectly natural. It’s fun and it hurts nobody. If you want to touch yourself then you bloody do it. I do.”

“You do?”

“Yes, loads. Sometimes I use toys, sometimes just my fingers.”

Helen was confused but the conversation was so fascinating she was beginning to calm down. “Toys?” she asked.

“You know, dildo’s, vibrators, those sorts of things.” Maisy could tell by the blank look on Helen’s face that she had no idea what she was talking about. “Fake plastic penises, some with little motors in them that make them vibrate like a phone.” Helen’s face was still blank. Maisy sighed “I’ll buy you one.” Helen was about to protest. Maisy stopped her abruptly. “No, I’m tired of you beating yourself up. This is something almost every woman I know has. I think you can just thank me for the gift and move on.”

“Thank you,” said Helen meekly.

Maisy smiled. Her thank you had been kind of hot.

“So you aren’t mad at me for what I did?” Helen asked, bemused.

“What, that a sexy woman got so worked up she felt compelled to masturbate because I was so fucking hot? Na, I’m good with it.”

Helen gave a weak smile but melancholy took over her face. “I wish I could stop thinking so badly of myself,” she said with a sigh.

Maisy took both of Helen’s hands to get her to look at her. “The only way to deal with a phobia is to expose yourself to it. You don’t have to do anything crazy but try to be adventurous. Does Mike ever ask you to try things in the bedroom?” Maisy knew full well he did.

“Yes, he often asks me to show my body or try things in a different position.”

Maisy clapped her hands. “Perfect. Do it. I think you can trust him. He’s only asking for things that most couples do anyway. If you have any doubts just message me or call me or whatever.”

“I’ll try but I will still feel wicked.”

Maisy thought for a moment and then clicked her fingers. “Got it. You need a mantra. Maybe we can shift your thinking. I mean, I quite like feeling wicked.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“It’s a mantra, an affirmation. Keep telling yourself something and you will start to believe it. Okay, so try this. Every morning and night and whenever you feel the need, go to a mirror and tell yourself ‘I am a sexy beautiful woman. I am allowed to be desired. I am allowed to desire others. Being aroused does not make me a bad person.’ Something along those lines anyway. If I can think of a better one I’ll message you.”

“I don’t know if I…” Maisy gave her a cross look. “I’ll try,” she capitulated.

“Good girl. Oh, and you know what else you should do?”

Maisy was looking naughty but it was kind of infectious. “No, what?”

“Every time you feel like you are being wicked or thinking wicked thoughts, you should touch yourself.”

“What? I can’t do that.”

“I don’t mean in public or anything crazy but when you get a chance you should think about what made you feel wicked and touch yourself. That way your brain will associate those wicked thoughts with feeling good and make them better.”

“Maisy, I…”

Maisy could see she was weakening. “Look, stop thinking that touching yourself is bad.” She thought for a moment then climbed onto the sofa and reclined in one corner. “Okay, don’t freak out but I’m going to show you.” She pulled up her T-shirt, put her ankles together and opened her legs.

Helen looked away, blushing furiously but Maisy called her attention back to what she was doing. “Look at me,” she said assertively, hoping to play into Helen’s subservient nature. Sure enough her head snapped back to Maisy. “I think you need to see that you aren’t the only one. It might do you some good to get a look at another woman too.”

Helen allowed her eyes to drop to the space between Maisy’s legs. She was shocked to see that she didn’t have any hair down there. She asked Maisy about it. “No, I like to keep it hairless. It feels nicer when other people touch it or kiss it.” Maisy was lazily stroking down the lips of her pussy. Her voice had become heavier with pleasure. She was enjoying what was happening.

Helen was enthralled as she examined the other woman’s most intimate area. She wondered if hers looked the same. She had never looked. Only her doctor had ever seen her down there. She watched as Maisy slipped a finger inside herself and spread the moisture around the rest of her. I do that too, she thought and somehow that felt like a revelation. She hadn’t told Maisy about that yet somehow she did the same thing. It made it feel more universal.

The intimate act of watching her friend pleasure herself was having an impact on Helen. She was getting extremely aroused. She found herself wondering if Maisy would like it if Helen touched her there. Would it be better, worse or just different? She found herself leaning in close to get a better look. Maisy’s pussy was a little red, probably from having that big penis inside her. She also could clearly see Maisy’s clitoris, a hard little nub, poking out from the hood at the top. Every time Maisy touched it her pussy would contract.

Maisy had said that sometimes people kiss her down there. What would it be like to kiss or be kissed in such a tender place? The guilt started to edge back in and she backed off, the spell broken.

Maisy noticed. “Don’t let them control you,” she said, still slowly stroking herself. “Are you feeling wicked?” Helen nodded with a pained expression. “Then keep thinking about whatever made you feel wicked and touch yourself.”

“Now?”

“Ah,” Maisy let out a little sigh of pleasure. This was a very erotic situation. “Come on, you can do this. It’s just us girls. I want to see.” Nervously, Helen positioned herself at the other corner of the sofa and bunched her nightie into her hands. “I know you feel like you are being bad and by their rules you are. Don’t let them win. It will help, trust me.”

Helen lifted one leg up and pulled a hand free from the tangle of nightie in her lap and put it on her thigh. She was shivering with a mix of anticipation and adrenalin. Her mind was screaming at her not to do it but Maisy’s words were still fresh in her ears and that determination to fight against her past was strong. Inch by inch her hand moved closer and the other lifted the nighty higher until she could feel that she was exposed. It was thrilling but Maisy made her feel safe.

“Touch it,” urged Maisy and the order helped Helenslide her hand into her dark pubic hair and over the sensitive lips of her pussy. “Good girl, well done.” Maisy praised her and it made her feel good as she allowed a finger to slip between the outer lips and into the hot, wet flesh beneath.

She looked over and Maisy was pulling off her T-shirt and exposing her pert, pierced nipples. She gave one a squeeze and tugged on it a little. “I like to play with my nipples when I touch myself. Do you like your breasts being touched?”

Being **** to speak was difficult for Helen but she didn’t want to be rude so she answered haltingly. “I, like it when Mike plays with them when we make love,” she confessed. I don’t really touch them myself. Not like that at least.”

“Mmm, you should. It really adds to the experience,” Maisy groaned as she firmly pulled one of her nipples. It made her body writhe and Helen was taken with how her body moved.

“I feel guilty that I’m so aroused again” Helen admitted. Her face was contorted with the internal battle.

Maisy got up and moved over to Helen, crawling along the sofa. “I’m here babe,” she said, putting a hand on her leg. “Lean into it. While you are touching yourself think ‘I feel aroused again, that makes me feel guilty but it doesn't matter because it feels so nice. Her hand was gently stroking Helen’s leg, each stroke got a little closer to the top.

Helen bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut as she focussed on what Maisy had told her to do. Soon the pleasure her fingers were giving her made the pain stop. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes. Maisy’s face was quite close but it was a comforting sight. “I got through it,” she said with a smile, she felt pleased with herself.

“I’m proud of you babes.” Maisy kissed her on the cheek. It was simultaneously a sweet gesture but something in the way it lingered sent a shiver down her spine. Her face was so smooth and soft compared to Mike’s. She turned her head and her face was close to Maisy’s. Deep down in her heart, she wanted to kiss her like she kissed Mike but she wasn’t prepared to accept that yet. “Do you trust me?” Maisy said softly.

“I… uh, yes.” Nerves made her hesitate but she did trust Maisy. Maisy reached down and took a hold of Helen’s nightie and began to lift it. “What are you doing? She asked in a sudden panic.

“I know, I know,” cooed Maisy. “I’m pushing you. I’m making you do something daring. I know it feels like you are being bad but as soon as I have it off, just go back to touching yourself and telling yourself you aren’t bad for feeling that way.”

Helen’s body consented by releasing the tension she was holding and Maisy began to lift. In Maisy’s mind, she had one objective. If nothing else she wanted to see Helen’s bare breasts before Mike.

Helen lifted her arms and she felt her long brown hair fall over her bare shoulders and her breasts were exposed to the air. Her hand shot back to her pussy and her lips moved as she told herself it was okay. The pleasure ran through her, somehow heightened by the situation and she felt an orgasm approaching. Suddenly she felt Maisy’s hand on her wrist. “Stop,” Maisy urged. “Don’t cum yet. As soon as you cum you will struggle to hold off the guilt. Wait until you are more comfortable before you let that happen.”

Helen reluctantly pulled her hand away and Maisy took to stroking Helen’s arms and legs. It felt soothing and pleasant as she came down from the near orgasm high.

“You have beautiful breasts, you know,” said Maisy, feeling smug that she was up close and personal with something Mike had never seen as clearly. Helen put an arm over her chest defensively. Maisy took her hand and pulled it gently away, exposing them again. “Be brave. You are beautiful. It’s okay to be desirable. It’s not your fault you are beautiful.” Maisy’s hand ran over Helen cheek and down her neck. Her fingers traced a line down her chest to just before Helen’s breasts before pulling it away. She shivered pleasingly and gooseflesh formed on her skin causing her pale nipples to harden. Maisy was being cautious not to push too hard even though she was extremely into the whole situation.

Helen closed her eyes and concentrated on pleasing herself. Maisy’s hands felt wonderful. It would be incredible to be touched right now on her breasts. She had to focus on her pleasure to alleviate the guilt of that thought but to satisfy the longing she reached up and squeezed her own breast as Maisy had. The extra sensation felt good. She pinched her own nipple and an intense wave of stimulation ran down her body to join the fingers stroking her thoroughly drenched slit.

She opened her eyes and Maisy was there. It felt wonderfully intimate to have her cute friend so close to her, touching her. She locked eyes with Maisy as her orgasm took her. Maisy smiled sweetly at her as she panted and whimpered through the contractions in her body. Once it passed there was only euphoria instead of guilt and she cried again. This time it was tears of happiness “Was it good?” Maisy asked while stroking Helen’s cheek with her thumb

Helen nodded. “It was. Thank you for helping me.”

“Any time. Now shuffle over,” said Maisy as she wriggled her way beside her and wrapped her arms around Helen. The two lay there peacefully, both naked until Helen said she needed to go to bed.

Maisy kissed her on the cheek again and said “We should do this again sometime.”

Helen blushed and smiled as she put on her nightie. “Yes, maybe we should,” she agreed before getting too shy and wishing a quick goodnight and dashing off to bed.

Maisy lay back and decided to finish off what she had started after all Darren was probably asleep by now. She licked her fingers and rubbed her clit. “Fuck, this is going to be so much fun” she whispered to herself.