Rochelle Witnesses her First Orgasm

Rochelle gave up trying to avoid the situation and just stared. Sandra had her fingers threaded in Josh's hair, holding him to her. She was opened mouthed, moaning, tits out and slightly humping his face. Rochelle had never seen anything like it before. In fact, she didn't even know that it was something you could or should do to someone. She wished she could see what he was doing to her. The sounds that Sandra made were almost horrid, like she was being hurt, but the way she clutched at his head, pushing him harder into that spot, would suggest otherwise. Sandra was smiling thru open lips and having a wonderful time.

Rochelle's own breathing was quickening, and she was convinced that if Sandra wasn't moaning so loud, they would be able to hear her heart beat. She felt lightheaded, but also plump, almost swollen in certain places. Flushed, like she had a fever. She had never felt this before. She hugged her arms around herself, cupping her breasts in each hand. Rochelle was shocked by the hardness of her nipples and the fluttering of her heart. She kneaded them, but felt instantly ashamed of what she was doing, how it was making her feel, and what she was watching her friend do.

Sandra and Josh were still oblivious to her voyeurism and the more Rochelle watch, the more uncomfortable she became in her own skin, but it was a completely different feeling than what she was used to; shame. She had this unrealistic and crazy thought of clearing her throat and seeing if she could join. Of course, she would never do it, would she? If she was being honest with herself, Rochelle would never even know where to start. She had never been kisses, touching, tasted, or really anything at all with herself or anyone else.

There was this slurping sound emanating from Josh, and Rochelle wanted to let loose a nervous laugh cause it sounded like he was slurping up hot soup or a long noodle of spaghetti. Then the moment passed and Sandra's moaning grew in intensity and she started a mantra of "Oh yes! Fuck! Right There! I'm Close! Don't Stop!" Over and over. Her legs started shaking and she threw her head back and it made a loud banging sound against the bookshelf. She started to laugh and by chance, opened her eyes and stared straight at Rochelle, who was massaging her breasts. Rochelle froze. She was mortified. Sandra, on the other hand, winked and then her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out this breathless "fuck" and started to whimper while trembling all over. Josh never stopped and seemed to increase his head movement when Sandra said "fuck".

When Sandra's shaking begun to subside to smaller twitches and flinches, she grabbed Josh's hair and whispered, "no more, please no more."

Josh leaned back onto his heels and looked up at Sandra. She smiled down at him and she did a little head nod in Rochelle's direction. When he turned to face her, his face glistened, and his smile was broad. Rochelle dropped her hands to her side, turned and ran from the bookstore. She was confused, ashamed, and turned on, and she was pretty sure she had seen her best friend have an orgasm, and it was the first Rochelle had ever seen in her life.

Rochelle ran all the way home. After she got inside, she had the overwhelming need to wash, a common practice when growing up and feeling ashamed. She was shocked and not entirely sure why, but when she started to divest herself of her clothing, she had to peel her panties away from her body because they were soaked. Rochelle trembled with an internal fire that was completely new to her.