Gains a pussy it's fingers

They were back again. They were naked again. This time only two days had passed. It would have been less if Mark hadn’t had band practice. This time it was Stacy who couldn’t resist the tug of her own tongue.

“Have either of you ever thought about… me… when you’re... jerking it? Like, y’know hypothetically… as a friend and stuff…” It was a weak bit of backtracking towards the end, but that still wasn’t enough to prevent Mark instantly glowing bright red. Which both provided all the answer she needed and caused him more embarrassment by doing so. A cruel circle.

Perhaps it was because of that and in a sense of camaraderie. Or perhaps just because Peter. But it was the quieter boy would simply nodded straight to her and replied.

“Yes. Of course… I mean, like Mark said the other day… you’re a beautiful, friendly girl, and the only one we’ve actually seen naked… It’d probably be more weird if we hadn’t by now… Unless we were gay of course, which would be fine too.”

Why he particularly felt the need to provide support for all sexualities right then was anyone’s guess, but as always the unabashed weirdness of Pete sufficed to cut through the other’s tension. Mark looked as though he could breathe again at least.

“Oh good…” Was Stacy’s reply, seeing if she could build up her own courage to answer Peter’s. “I suppose you’re right… we are all still pretty new to this after all… It shouldn’t really be a surprise at all if we’ve… thought about stuff like that. Should it?”

Mark burst into the ability to use words again at last, slightly overspilling with pent up adrenaline perhaps. “No. No! It’s not really weird at all when you think about it! I mean we’re only just becoming adults really! And we like each other… I mean… We’re really close friends after all… Heck we could even just do it in front of each other! If we wanted… I mean it’s no different from helping each other out in other ways… really… is it?!”

The other two stared at him in shock. That little outburst still bouncing off the trees that surrounded them and the stones in their stream. This time it looked as though they boy’s head might actually explode from the simple amount of blood pumping through it. Stacy really could see no other option than stepping in to rescue him.

“I… guess… that would be no different from us sitting here naked and then going home and thinking about it?… I mean… It’s kinda obvious we do all think about it… So being here together could almost be… less awkward really? More… like, honest of us to each other?”

The boys both stared at her. She stared back. No agreement was made. No objection put forward either. But suddenly there was an unblinking chain of connection they each held solid. No-one moved, not visibly. But invisibly all three of them gently sat back on their haunches, ever so carefully, re-adjusting their positioning without breaking that link for a second. Slowly, ever so slowly, three hands reached down beyond sight. Muscles tensed and relaxed. Tensed and relaxed.

Stacy felt herself slide into herself, two fingers dipping into waiting wetness. And they were both watching her do it. Their eyes dropping to settle in that sacred alcove between her legs. Again she found herself just opening up to them, her knees widening as she arched her back slightly. Meanwhile she found her own eyes drift, first to one side, then to the other. Two free-standing staffs being clenched in pumping fists. For the first time she could bear witness to Peter’s great beast in its prime, swollen red and thick-veined. His piano-player’s hands looked far too delicate to be tasked with such a duty. Which did not mean Mark’s offering brought her no interest either. Smaller it might be, but as a virgin its thickness still made her gulp. Did her mother and mother’s mother and every female ancestor before them really let such a thing invade them? It was the look in his eyes as he tugged it toward her that really bore in. Every stroke was for her, she was in no doubt of that. Every pint of blood that pumped through that shaft. It was her body drawing those from him, her working fingers that drove him still further. Stacy felt a roar in her ears and a buzzing in her skull. A clenching wave of pleasure that started way down in the pit of her stomach. Somewhere along the line her thumb had strayed naturally to the little mound of pure ecstasy that guarded her narrow folds. Her other hand had reached up and started grasping at her own breasts. She was panting and gasping and moaning and both her friends were lapping up every sound, every lurid pose she struck.

With one last final shudder she fell over backwards, writhing on the scratchy surface of her blanket and the tickling brush of long grasses. Her hair flowed outward, intermingling with all the greenery around her. Above her the sky stretched on forever, until it was occupied by a ****-looking shadow. Mark stared down at her with pure lust in his eyes. He was still pumping furiously at his cock, which from down here looked towering. He panted and grunted like a wild beast, shaking with the physical effort of it all, then finally reached that moment of pure release that she had just toppled over. Suddenly it was raining silver. Thick hot trails of sticky liquid which splashed upon her burning skin. She writhed some more with the feel of each impact, unable to even compute just another source of sensations. Peter appeared too, looking entirely unsure, but also so near to breaking. She smiled her warmest smile up at him. He was her dear, dear friend. What on earth should he be unsure about? She earned another viscous shower for her troubles there, this one even splattering across that smile. She could taste its salty kiss upon her lips and basked in the warmth that sank into her. Then she just closed her eyes and breathed… letting all the giddy euphoria evaporate her.