Sleepovers are good…

Secondary School. England. Winter. This was exactly what Hazel wanted at the moment. She didn’t like the summers that much. She had to wear skirts during summer, and with a body like hers, skirts were more dangerous than useful. Her rear end was heart-shaped and perfectly sized for her slim, athletic, 5 foot 8 body. At 15, she didn’t have the largest breasts, but, at a healthy 34B, she certainly could flaunt them if needed. However, she didn’t choose to. Her smooth skin, untouched by acne, was pale, but could tan very easily as she wasn’t fair skinned, thanks to her Chinese mother. Her eyes weren’t full slits, as her mothers were, but more Caucasian and wide. However, they were still the dark-of-dark colour characteristic of the Chinese. She had a high cheek boned face, straight black hair, with a straight nose and a full-lipped smile that captured the interests of anyone, male or female, caught in its direction. This beauty was the pride and joy of her parents, who, unfortunately, didn’t see her very often as they were both successful business people who worked in London, an hour and a half’s drive away. She had the house to herself a lot…

Hazel knew about sex. However, she wasn’t interested in it. She knew that many people, including her best friend, had been fingered, and had seen all the disgusting porn films her brother had kept ‘secret’ in his cupboard. It just didn’t seem interesting to her. To her, sex was for making babies. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her best friend, Emily, disagreed, however. She had made it her mission to get Hazel a boyfriend and for her to enjoy the sexual events that would inevitably occur a few months into the relationship. Hazel refused to cooperate, however, and it drove Emily up the wall. Even as Emily masturbated in her bed, she tried to think of ways to make Hazel feel the wonderful rushing and soaring sensations of a good orgasm. She would one day. She was the only one. Their friendship was at such a level that they kept NOTHING from each other, and felt perfectly comfortable naked in each other’s presence. Yes, only she had the power to make Hazel see sense.

One day, during a particularly cold day of winter, Emily came over to Hazel’s for a sleepover. They talked about the usual things that girls talked about at a sleepover: school, Emily’s boyfriend, homework, Emily’s boyfriend, clothes they wanted to buy, Emily’s boyfriend, periods, Emily’s boyfriend, and everything else. Then, as Hazel started to feel sleepy, Emily opened the window bringing the flat orange glow of the streetlamps into Hazel’s untidy bedroom covered in underwear and clothes.

“Shit, Emily, what are you doing, that’s freezing!”

“Sorry, I was just so hot and sticky…”

“Well, just don’t keep it open for too long.”

Hazel had taken her bra off, and, little did she know, but her nipples had stuck out like soldiers standing to attention. Seeing them, Emily giggled.

“Someone’s horny…” She quipped.

“What?” Emily pointed at the twin peaks on her chest. Hazel blushed crimson. “It’s cold.”

“Well, they were like that before I opened the window,” Emily lied easily. “So, who’s the lucky guy you’re horny over?”

“There isn’t one, don’t start this one again.” Hazel was also lying, but she didn’t want anything sexual from the guy she was after.