I turned away from the window quickly, but my face grew hot as I thought about what Mandy was doing. There was a fascination in it as well, so open, so sexy. I should have turned immediately before she caught me looking. I felt mortified, but there were other feelings as well. I retreated, and I was also slightly ashamed knowing I was retreating. I went into my bath and turned on the shower, trying to think.
I slowly stripped off my top and bra, then my panties, which displayed an uncharacteristic dark area. I held them at arm’s length for a moment, but my own scent caught me by surprise. I tossed them on the floor by the door and sat on the toilet as the shower warmed up. The cold plastic lid actually felt even colder than normal. I tried to think, to rationalize my behavior and even Mandy’s. I kept going in circles.
It all started when Mandy, my daughter’s best friend, walked into the living room and without a word sat on my thigh and rubbed herself to an orgasm. I felt so used and so strange. Shortly thereafter, I saw her and Heather sitting in the sun and while Heather was napping, Mandy opened her legs and started touching herself. She caught me watching from my bedroom window. I was having trouble explaining myself to myself! Mandy and Heather are so close and have been for years. I always enjoyed the lovely and athletic girl’s personality, so irrepressible and fun. Now I was seeing Mandy in a whole new light and it – I don’t know what it was doing to me.
It was frightening and also exciting in ways I had never thought of before.
. . .
Mandy leaned toward Heather, “She’s gone, you can ‘wake-up’!”
“That’s probably a good thing! You are messing with my Mom’s head and if you aren’t careful she’s going to get mad at you. You know what her temper is like. It takes a lot to blow, but when it does, Katy-bar-the-fucking-door!”
“Heather, I don’t think she’s mad. If she was mad she wouldn’t have been watching me masturbate from the window. If she stayed for another few minutes she would have been watching me cum again.”
“God, Mand, you can be such a slut!”
“I know, but you love that about me! Remember the Toronto trip?”
Heather smiled at that memory. “I know four girls to a room. I thought you were going to behave yourself, but I should have known better. I remember the coach yelling at all four of us the next day to get the lead out of our asses and he wondered why we were dragging!”
“If only Ass’t Coach Brooke came in to check on us. Maybe you could have living one of your fantasies.”
“Wasn’t a foursome enough for you?”
Mandy grinned, “Maybe for me, but thinking of you and Brooke just makes me tingle all over! Oh look, the bathroom light was on and had been since she left the window. Too bad you can’t see anything through that small frosted window. Rebecca must be taking a shower.”
Heather looked up at the window, “In the middle of the afternoon? That’s not like her.”
. . .
I finally stood up and stepped into the long shower enclosure. I adjusted the water and just let it run over me. My head was still all over the place, but my body seemed to know what to do in the shower. I washed my hair like I was on automatic pilot. A small part of my brain thought about how much conditioner to use since I had only washed it a few hours ago. Then with soap in hand and a small washcloth, I started on my body. Things were right where they were supposed to be, but everything felt different.
When I rubbed the soapy cloth over my neck, my skin felt so tender. The cloth felt rough and the feeling felt almost electric. The real change came when I tried to wash my breasts.
The washcloth went across my nipple and I found myself reaching for the shower wall to remain upright. This was less electric, more like a small explosion.
I dropped the washcloth and took hold of my breast. It felt like mine always had, but more so – if that makes any sense.
The weight in my hands felt normal, but when I caught the nipple between two fingers, the feeling ran through me again. It got worse when I pinched my nipple, the explosion happened again. When I did it to both of them at the same time I ended up leaning against the wall panting for breath. What the hell is happening to me?
. . .
“She’s been in there a long time.”
Heather looked up again, “I think so too. She usually showers a hell of a lot quicker than either of us.” She looked at her best friend and saw the look on her face as Mandy looked up at the bathroom window. “What are you thinking?”
. . .
I forcibly removed my hands from my breasts, breasts I barely recognized as my own. They had never felt like this before. I continued to try and wash my body with the rough-feeling washcloth and even tried to fool myself. Normally I would work from the top down, but after my own breasts seemed to betray me, I went to work on my feet and legs. Slowly I started feeling normal again. I kept telling myself there was nothing wrong, nothing was going on and then the mental image of Mandy rubbing herself on my leg or laying outside touching herself would flare back in my mind and my body felt off again.
Without realizing it, as the water rinsed the soap off my legs, I touch my pussy with the cloth.
The rough texture made me try and do it gently, but my hands had other ideas. I rubbing it hard against me and felt myself flare almost violently. The washcloth fell to the shower floor again as I leaned on the wall once again and my hand started rubbing myself firmly.
There was no way to stop it. My mind was somewhere else as other images of Mandy flashed through it. Over the years I had seen her in various swimsuits, bikinis, and some states of undress, but I swear to you I never sexually thought about her, ever!
Thinking of her like this was the scariest thing I had ever done! I couldn’t think of her as the sweet young girl who came over shortly after her family moved in down the street with the woman who was in my backyard. I remember Heather introducing me to the new girl at school and the two of them were practically inseparable from that day forward. I tried too hard to focus on that girl, but the woman kept getting in the front of my brain.
She was practically another daughter to me and a sister to Heather. I loved having her in my home and always enjoyed watching the two of them grow up together. It changed just a short time ago when she walked into my living room and basically masturbated on my leg. I knew the two of them were growing up, but that was too much, too quickly. At the same time, I found myself excited by what she did and what she had done next to my pool.
The mental image of her touching herself refused to go away as I felt my own orgasm rapidly approaching. I faced the shower, leaning up against the wall, the spray was bitting me across my overly sensitive breasts and I had one hand clenched between my thighs. I was so close, so very close. I uttered a word I rarely say, “Fuck!”
“If you insist!”
I tried to turn at the voice over my shoulder just as the most massive orgasm hit me. Instead of turning gracefully, I ended up on the floor of my shower looking up at Mandy. Her top was gone and she had just tugged the string on the side of her bottoms and they fell to the floor. I could barely breathe as the orgasm continued to pulse through me. I think I shook my head, trying to tell her that she shouldn’t be in here, but I couldn’t get enough air to speak. Mandy knelt down beside me and touched my face so gently.
. . .
Shortly after Mandy went into the house, Heather saw the light in the bathroom go off. She hadn’t heard any screams, so she had to assume nothing overly bad happened. A small part of her expected to see Mandy kicked out of the house, but she also knew Mandy so well and a larger part of her wished the two of them well!
“Mom still thinks of me as some sort of vestal virgin, but I have a feeling things are going to be different from now on.” She saw a shadow pass over her mother’s bedroom window and she raised her glass of iced tea to the two of them. “Mom’s in for an interesting afternoon!” Heather paused and thought for a second, “Oh, damn! I guess I’m cooking dinner.”
