DIY Teens ptII

As I said in part 1 of this story, since first discovering how much fun masturbating could be I had been feverishly doing it three or four times a day; experimenting with different positions in my bedroom and inserting different objects as well as my fingers into my furry twinkle.

I still had a crush on Gary; the boy from the other school but we went weeks before I finally plucked up the courage to talk to him.

It was a Friday afternoon and I’d been especially horny all day because the weather was hot and sunny plus I’d been playing hockey in the afternoon. That alone wouldn’t normally have made me horny; but afterwards when I got changed and showered I gazed at the other girls in my class for the first time and got a new kind of buzz from looking at all of their naked bodies as my team mates wandered around naked in the communal changing room.

Much like the first time I’d rubbed my twinkle, I didn’t know what these feelings were, but watching my friends with no clothes on and mentally comparing their boobs, legs and pubes gave me another kind of buzz in my stomach and between my legs. So much so I had to hide in the toilets and rub my button until I climaxed; which gave me some relief, but I knew that the memory would give me lots of happy thoughts for when I got home.

I was still reliving the naughty thoughts of my naked school chums and was squirming in my seat on the bus when Gary got on. As well as his normal ex-army rucksack dangling at his hip he was carrying a guitar case. We did our routine smile and ‘hi’ and he sat a couple of seats behind me on his own.

Perhaps because my hormones were already in overdrive I decided that tonight was ‘the night’. I got off first but waited for him. Our eyes met and we both smiled enigmatic smiles.

“Are you in a band?” I asked, motioning to the guitar case.

He swept back some hair from his eyes and answered; “Sort of; yes…..just some guys from school…..its still early days.”

I introduced myself as Lindsey and told him that I already knew his name while we were walking along the path side by side.

“What sort of music do you play?” I inquired.

He thought for a moment or two; the way boys do.

“Sort of rockish.” Gary looked at me to see if I understood. “Status Quo? Thin Lizzy? Sabbath? Stuff like that.”

I recognised the group names as I had singles by the first two. “I like Thin Lizzy too; I think the singer is gorgeous.”

I could have died as the words came out of my mouth; because Gary had obviously affected his own look to be just like the Thin Lizzy singer Phil Lynott. Anyway; the ice was now broken and we chatted about music until it came to where we normally went our separate ways.

“I’ve got the new Thin Lizzy album.” Gary told me in a desperate attempt to keep the conversation going, “You can borrow it if you want.”

“That will be great.” I replied with a dry throat.

“Do you want to come and get it now?” The mop haired youth asked me.

I was in a dilemma now. Actually talking to Gary meant that I was even more desperate to race home and play with myself, but this was a golden opportunity to be with him.

“That’s great.” I smiled, “but I can’t be long as my Mum will be home soon.” I lied.

As he put the key in the lock he turned to tell me that his parents were still at work; and would that be okay. His house was much the same as my own but the garden wasn’t as well tended and the hall and living area were both very untidy. I nodded my agreement and followed him into the house. He dropped his bag and guitar in the hallway and began going upstairs to his room, then stopped.

“Do you want to hear it first?” He nervously asked.

My heart was in my mouth and my pulse was racing off the Richter scale as I replied; “Sure — no problem.”

“I’ve got a record player in my room; it’s just up here.” Gary mumbled then carried on walking.

I placed my bag on the floor and hung my blazer on a coat stand then followed him.

He was fumbling in a box of LP’s as I stood in the doorway looking around his room. Unlike my own obsessively tidy bedroom this was a pigsty with clothes, guitars, records, music magazines and God knows what else scattered around.

“There’s a chair in the corner.” He told me without looking around as he carefully placed the disc on the turntable. I warily stepped across the room and moved some clothing from the chair and demurely sat down with my left leg curled underneath my bottom.

As the music blasted out of the speakers Gary lounged on his bed. We both listened to the first song so intently; it was as if our lives depended on it. As I relaxed I curled my leg further underneath my bottom for comfort and started chatting.

After a couple of minutes Gary moved across his bed and began to blush slightly. I ignored it until I realised that the way I was sitting coupled with the shortness of my skirt meant that he must be able to see my knickers! Instead of being shocked; it made my twinkle tingle, knowing that only a thin piece of pink nylon separated his gaze from my most private part.

As subtly as possible I slightly moved my other leg to make sure he was getting a good view, which made my curly haired friend become increasingly uncomfortable; and so was I. My twinkle was on fire and I was desperate for relief but sitting here flashing my knickers was making the discomfort more than worthwhile.

When the first side of the LP finished Gary had to stand up to turn it over. My eyes locked in on a strange bulge in the front of his trousers. I wasn’t so naïve that I didn’t know that boys had a tail and something happened to it for reproductive purposes; but his bulge was fascinating.

As Gary stood by the record player I watched him furtively fumble with the front of his pants. Something Devilish happened to me as he moved backwards towards the bed, so I couldn’t see what was happening in his pants. I pulled my other leg up onto the seat so that my chin rested on my knee and my other leg was still curled beneath me. I did this as innocently as possible but was 100% sure that he would see my sticky pink knickers and even some of my straggly pubes which I knew poked out of the sides of these knickers.

Gary was becoming visibly flustered as I continued chatting about school. By this time I could feel that my twinkle had swollen up and I was now so wet between my legs I actually thought that I’d peed myself.

To make myself comfortable I shuffled about again and moved a couple more things from underneath me. As I dropped a t-shirt on the floor I spotted two magazines sticking out from under the cushion.

Gary was mortified as I opened the first one.

“Oh my God!” I squealed and covered my mouth in astonishment when I saw that it had pictures of girls with no clothes on, “Gary! What is this?”

“It’s nothing.” He pleaded as he held out his hand, now unable to get off the bed in case I saw the ever growing ‘bulge’ again, “just give it here.”

“I don’t think so!” I giggled and blushed as I flicked through the pages. “This is very very rude!” I eventually flung it at him and opened the second which was called Fiesta.

This magazine had more writing in it but still lots of women in their undies and naked exposing everything. The teenage boy sitting opposite looked like he wanted to curl up and die as my eyes devoured the magazine; reading parts of the letters and stories while also studying the models bodies.

He eventually broke the silence by saying: “Lindsey, please give it to me. It’s…..private; you shouldn’t see things like that.”

I had instantly become engrossed in a letter from a man who was describing having sex with a woman in a pub car park. I looked up and silently shook my head in mock disdain, then went back to the story with an overwhelming desire to stuff my hand inside my knickers regardless of the audience.

“Please?” He asked again, but was now standing directly in front of me with his hand outstretched. He looked on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I finally handed the magazine back.

“Nothing.” He muttered as he turned away and lay back on the bed, making no attempt to hide the bulge in his pants this time. “I just didn’t want you to see them and think that I was a bad person for…… you know.”

“Know what?” I quizzed him with my chin back on my knee and my thighs deliberately parted for his pleasure.

“That I…..you know…….you know.” He was stammering now but couldn’t take his eyes from up my skirt and the sticky pink strip of nylon between my legs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I honestly told him, but I presume he thought that I was still tormenting him.

“Lindsey!” He gasped, “That I wank!”

I raised my eyebrows. I’d heard the word before but didn’t know what it meant. “Wank?” I responded as I scratched the inside of my thigh, desperately wanting to scratch my twinkle. “What does ‘wank’ mean?”

He gave a sheepish grin as he said, “You’ve got to be kidding!