A Naughty Novel

I have always loved to masturbate since I first found out how when I was about twelve years old.
I found out how after reading an article in my Mom\'s copy of Cosmopolitan, and, having learnt how
to do it, I became quite an avid practitioner, doing it at least once a day, normally in bed before
going to sleep. Although the article had said how normal it was, I always felt naughty when I did it,
knowing that it was not something I should let on to anyone else that I did. I eventually realised
that this factor actually had the effect of increasing the pleasure.

As I got older I found out about the \"one-handed reading\" books published by the likes of Black
Lace, again through the pages of Cosmo. I used to love going in to a bookshop in the knowledge
that anyone noticing what I was buying might suspect that I was going home to read it with one
hand, while the other would be fiddling away in my nether regions until I gave myself one
shuddering orgasm after another. I ended up with quite a library of these books, all of which would
fall open at my favourite spots. As time went on my self-pleasuring didn\'t diminish - if anything I
was doing it more, but of course (despite what might happen in some of my fantasies) always
strictly in private.

It has always made me shiver when I think of someone else knowing that I masturbate, and even
more at the thought of someone watching me do it. Ever since highschool I have always taken as
many opportunities as I can to get some \"time off\" to myself with my fingers and my books - which
are now well hidden in my closet behind my clothes.

I was called to be a sailor scout earlier on in the year. This has been great and has had the
effect of broadening my social life a lot. As I got to know these new woman friends better, we
progressed from the early days of stilted conversation and started talking about life and more
personal matters like relationships and so on.

We are all in the same school together so we now suddenly have some free time
during the day and we get together at each other\'s houses for the occasional coffee mornings,
when we\'re not out fighting the negaverse. I\'ve got to know one girl, Lita, better than the others.
She\'s vivacious and attractive, about 5ft 8ins tall with shoulder-length brown hair, a nice figure and
a very likeable personality. She cooks her meals and shares her lunch. What can I say? In fact she\'s
quite like me except that I\'m a couple inches shorter, I read recipes instead of make them, and
have my aquamarine blue hair in a short bob.

Now that we\'ve started having coffee together by ourselves we have quickly became very much at
ease with each other, laughing away at the smallest things, and surprisingly soon we started
talking about even more personal matters, quickly getting onto the subject of sex. We\'ve
discovered that we\'re both quite keen on sex, and she feels she isn\'t getting enough with
her new boyfriend, Andrew.

It\'s no great surprise that pretty soon, for the first time in my life, I admitted to someone else that
I loved masturbating, having already guessed that she might share my enthusiasm. As you can
imagine, this admission gave me a real thrill, and while I was intensely turned on by the fact that
she now knew my greatest secret, I was desperate to know that I hadn\'t made a big mistake.
However my hunch was right, and Lita readily admitted that she was an enthusiastic and frequent
masturbator too, and always had been! We then gabbled away, both confessing how much we
had loved being able to finally admit to our naughty secret habit - and how much it was turning us
on!

Well, we were definitely now onto a different level of conversation! We started talking about our
solo practices and Lita soon asked me if I had ever used a vibrator. I had to admit that despite my
enthusiasm for our shared practice I hadn\'t dared to purchase one yet (you can\'t get one in the
average bookshop!), and so she promised to lend me one of hers. In return I went and got a few
of my best books to lend her, and told her that she could guess what I had been doing when
reading the pages that they fell open to. We parted with a quick peck on the cheek and an
arrangement to meet up again very soon.

As soon as she had left I had to go straight up to the bedroom and quickly strip off before giving
myself a fantastic session. I had been so turned on during our chat that my pants were sopping
and my fingers slipped easily up and down my clit until I erupted into one of my best ever
self-induced climaxes.

Although we weren\'t able to get together for a proper chat for a week or so after that occasion,
she did manage to pop in a couple of days later with a little package for me. She opened it up to
reveal a medium sized pink coloured vibrator - quite a straightforward model, she told me, but one
that had given her a good ration of orgasms in the past - so she knew it worked! She showed me
how to turn it on with the knurled knob on the end but in truth I knew how they worked already.
I hadn\'t experienced one in the flesh (so to speak) before but I pretty much knew what to
expect.

On the way out she told me with thanks that she had already devoured to great effect a couple
of my books during the previous afternoon when she had managed to get some time to herself,
and that they had performed the required task to perfection. She said that part of the thrill had
been knowing which passages had also done the job for me, and she said she was surprised how
much it had turned her on to visualise me pleasuring myself to those passages in the same books
that she was now reading.

Again she gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she left, but this time she whispered \"Have fun!\"
to me with a smile as she did. I smiled broadly in return and said \"You bet - what else do you think
I\'ll be doing for the next half hour\" before she walked out to her car.

Once again, the instant she had left I dashed up the stairs to the bedroom, this time clutching her
present. I stripped off my clothes as I went through the door to the room, leaving them lying on
the floor as I dived onto the bed. As I reached down to my clit, my fingers quickly found their
favourite spot. With the other hand I turned the vibrator on and it leapt into buzzing life. The
thought that Lita had been using it previously added a spice to the thrill as it joined my rubbing
fingers at their familiar task.

The sensation it added to my own efforts was quite exquisite and I very quickly had not one, but
two orgasms in rapid succession. \"Wow!\" I said to myself as I lay there trying to recover my breath.
It had been even better than I\'d been expecting, and I couldn\'t wait for the next chance I would
have to try it out.

I found a couple more chances to get \"some time to myself\" over the next few days, and
eventually I discovered that my favourite method was to sit on the sofa reading a sexy story while
gently \"teasing\" my clit with the vibrator over a period of half an hour or so. Then, when I was
well and truly warmed up and hovering on the edge I would turn to one of my favourite \"trigger\"
passages in the book, push the vibrator (on a \"nice and gentle\" slow setting) inside myself while I
went to town on my clit with my fingers in time-honoured fashion.

This would invariably give me a stunning climax, which would easily last for a minute or so and leave
me stretched out and truly sated. The only problem with this technique was managing to keep
the vibrator inside me through the orgasm with all the lubrication that was coming out of me.
Good practice for the vaginal muscles, though!

About a week later we managed to find a spare morning to get together again, at her house this
time. I have to admit to feeling very shivery and immensely turned on during the day before the
visit at the thought that once again we would be confessing our secret habits to each other. I
even had a couple of quick wanks while thinking about it and fantasising whether anything more
\"interesting\" might happen.

On the morning I dressed in fairly loose clothing - a wraparound dress that ties at the front. I was
really turned on as I walked up the drive to her front door, and I briefly thought that she might
even be able to smell how turned on I was. Yet another thrill at that thought! She answered the
door, dressed in a simple white blouse and a shortish blue skirt, and gave me her customary quick
peck on the cheek as she welcomed me in and showed me through to her lounge.

We sat down facing each other across a low coffee table with our cups of coffee, and almost her
first question was how I\'d got on with her present. I then told her at great length how much
pleasure I\'d had from it over the past week, as she listened avidly to my confessions. I was really
turned on by this stage, and I could guess from her questioning and the way that she was
squirming her hips as she listened to me that she was too.

Eventually, when I had finished telling all she came right out with it - she said she was now \"horny
as hell\", and that she needed to do something about it pretty promptly! I\'d been half expecting
her to say something like this, so I was ready with my response. \"Me too! Do you think we should
go into separate rooms to do it, or shall we both do it here...?\"

\"We could go into different rooms,\" she replied, \"but if you don\'t mind I think I\'d rather share it
with you,\" she said. \"Besides, we might be able to give each other some tips!\"

She had obviously hoped that I would respond positively, and judging by the broad smile on her
face as she said this she had been secretly hoping to be able to do something together as much
as I had. To move within a few weeks from never having told anyone about my secret habits to
the prospect of actually sharing it with someone else in the same room was beyond my wildest
fantasies, but here it was, happening in reality!

We were, not surprisingly, both mildly embarrassed at first, but we readily took the first steps in
this adventure. I untied and slipped open my dress, moving my hand down into my panties which
already had a big damp patch at the crotch. I watched as she lifted her skirt with her left hand,
revealing the fact that she wasn\'t wearing any panties (good anticipation on her part!), and
dropping her right hand straight to her clit, she started to slowly circle it with her forefinger. She
looked me straight in the eyes and smiled, and then our eyes dropped as one to where the other\'s
fingers were already busy at their task, and we quickly started to really get into the matter at
hand.

I slipped off my shoes and lifted my feet up onto the coffee table to get better access and feel
more comfortable, which had the side effect of presenting my activities even more clearly to Lita.
I started to feel really lewd as I realised what I was doing, lying here with my dress wide open, my
legs wide apart, and my hand stroking away at my clit and pussy - while Lita was watching in rapt
attention just across from me, and doing the same thing herself.

Then she suddenly got up and told me that she was going to pop upstairs to get some towels
and \"other useful items!\", and darted off while I lay back and slowed down my activities a bit to
keep myself pleasurably on the boil but no more. I stood up briefly to take off my dress, getting a
further thrill as I realised I was now naked in someone else\'s house and that really brought it home
to me what I was about to do. Then, as I lay there, gently stroking away at myself, I took in my
surroundings and luxuriated in the situation. Her lounge was very tastefully decorated, and I
reassured myself that the net curtains at the front window meant that no-one else would be able
to view our shared activities.

Pretty soon she was back down, having taken her clothes off while upstairs, with two towels, one
of which she gave to me, and a small and interesting looking bag. She proceeded to empty the
bag onto the table and this revealed that the contents were three vibrators. \"I thought you might
want to add to the pleasure with one of these - and I must admit that I can\'t wait to see you
using it in front of me,\" she said, as she passed me one that was very similar to the one that she
had lent to me.

I started rubbing it gently backwards and forwards alongside my clit, which was extremely sensitive
by this stage. She picked the other two up for herself, and, after spreading her towel out and
lying back on her seat, she proceeded to turn them on to a slow speed before easing one of
them into her pussy while she slowly introduced the other one to her clit.

So now we were both lying nakedly in front of each other with our legs spread wide, resting on
the low coffee table which was sitting between us, pussies totally exposed to the other\'s view,
and watching each other masturbating away. We were both concentrating on our sensations and
watching the other at work, so we didn\'t say anything for a short while apart from the odd intake
of breath or groan as one or other of us hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Then, after a few minutes of this mutual self-pleasuring, Lita said, between gasps, \"I\'m so turned
on now - I\'m going to come soon - how about you?\" This wasn\'t a question that really needed
answering, as my movements and the noises coming from my pussy told their own story. \"Me too, I
can\'t hold on much longer\" I blurted out, and at that we both exploded into our first mutual solo
orgasm.

When we had both recovered we looked at each other, lying with our legs spread, juices dripping
from our pussies, and, in Lita\'s case, the vibrator that had been in her pussy lying on the towel
where it had been expelled during her orgasm. \"Wow!\" we said at the same time. \"That was
stunning!\" I added \"I\'ve never come so strongly before.\" The smell of sex in the room was almost
overpowering by now.

Almost as one we both moved a hand straight back to our clits as we lay there, and slowly and
delicately started stroking away again in front of each other. It didn\'t take long before we both
exploded into another self-induced orgasm - I thrust the vibrator into my pussy as I came this time
and the feeling of fullness as I jerked away in the throes of my orgasm was exactly what I wanted.

We managed to each give ourselves another couple of orgasms over the course of the next
twenty minutes, but by that stage we were pretty much finished for that session - any more and I
wouldn\'t have been able to walk! When we had finished we both got up and Lita then came
round the coffee table and gave me a quick hug. The feel of her bare breasts against mine,
and the brief contact between our wet pussies, was a surprising turn-on, and I quickly filed the
sensation away for future use when I was next by myself.

As we got dressed we agreed that it had been an altogether brilliant experience, and was definitely
to be repeated. Lita told me that she and her boyfriend had some videos that I might like to see
next time, and I told her that I was \"in her hands\". She then said \"Steady, Tiger - I\'m not sure I\'m
up for that yet!\" at which we both laughed - but I felt that behind the laughter a thought had
been triggered for both of us which might in time lead to something even more interesting...