Young Exploration Part 2

With the door closed, and her parents downstairs, Kacey figured she and Sam could talk over what Liz had told them. The room seemed a lot bigger with the second bed gone, even though the bed Kacey slept in was now bigger. She felt like she had a lot more room. She sat down on the bed and looked at Sam questioningly, and felt her body tingling once more. She’d expected to have been repulsed at Liz’s suggestion that she practice kissing on Sam, but she wasn’t. If anything, she felt strangely excited by it.

Further, she began looking at Sam in whole new ways. She tried to remember what Sam looked like in her bikini when they were swimming, but for the life of her couldn’t conjure up an image. Looking at her now, in her loose tee shirt and cutoffs, she got an idea, but not like she wanted. She admired Sam’s legs, though, as the girls sat on the bed. They were toned, firm, and long enough that she could stare at them forever, it felt like. They ended in petite, cute little feet, with thin toes that for some reason seemed especially graceful. She wasn’t sure why these thoughts were racing through her mind. After all, Liz had only suggested they practice kissing on each other, to preserve their dignity when it came time to kiss a boy. It wasn’t like she was supposed to be trying to get Sam naked or anything! Worse, she knew what masturbation was, at least in theory, just as she knew Sam did. They’d gone over it in Human Development classes at school. She wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it, but she had an idea, and sitting here with Sam was making her want to, she found out, and that confused her even further.

Kacey seemed to want to talk, probably about what all Liz had to say, Sam thought, as she scooted up on the bed. Kacey’s older sister made a lot of sense, and she respected her opinions and words greatly, as much as if Liz were her older sister, too, even. Sam had to admit, though, that after talking with Liz, she saw Kacey quite a bit differently. She was no longer just the coolest girl she knew, and just crazy pretty. Oh no, not by a long shot. She was still the coolest girl she knew, but Sam was thinking now that Kacey was beautiful, not just pretty, and the more she thought about the idea of practicing kissing on Kacey, the more she wanted to kiss her best friend. More, she found herself thinking that Kacey was even beyond beautiful. Kacey was fine. Kacey was hot. Several boys in their classes thought so, that’s where those particular thoughts had come from. Now, looking at her through changed perspective, she could see why they thought that, and she agreed with them. Further, like Kacey, though she didn’t know it yet, she had that burning itch to attempt to masturbate, sitting here alongside her best friend, and the fact that Kacey made her want to masturbate confused her as well. She wasn’t sure she knew how to masturbate, exactly, but she was sure trial and error would teach her.

“So, what do you think?” asked Kacey suddenly, sitting close to Sam, so that they could whisper and easily hear each other. Besides that, it gave her the opportunity to touch Sam, and feel her arm and leg against her own. She could feel herself starting to shake, just thinking about all the what ifs, if they were to actually go through with what Liz suggested. “About this whole learning to kiss by kissing each other thing, I mean? I mean, it’s not gross, like it would be if we were thinking about practicing with Jessica or anything. You’re my best friend. You’re like my sister. I trust you with anything and everything.” Now she was sort of babbling, she knew, but it was understandable, she reasoned. What they were talking about was a huge and major step, and it would have ramifications in their relationship that stretched to every corner of creation.

Sam didn’t object to Kacey’s nearness. In fact, she was relieved by it. She felt herself starting to shake a little, and Kacey’s touch helped soothe that somewhat, at least to where it wasn’t nearly as noticeable. Finding her voice, she gazed into Kacey’s chocolate eyes and almost lost herself. She felt like she was riding a roller coaster, and had suddenly hit a steep downhill slope, unexpectedly. Her words came out a little hoarser than she wanted, “I think it’s a good idea. You’re right. It’s not gross, not at all. I think of you the same way, Kase, and I trust you too, with anything and everything.”

Great, they agreed that far, Kacey was thinking as she continued to stare into Sam’s startlingly green eyes. Her whole body felt incredibly hot, despite the coolness of the air in the room from the air conditioner. Her mouth was also incredibly dry, and she kept working her tongue around, trying to generate a little saliva to wet it a little. She wanted to kiss Sam so bad she couldn’t see straight, but she was afraid. She didn’t want Sam to think she was some nutcase lesbian or something, but at the same time, Sam seemed to want her to. She was torn, trying to figure out what she was feeling and experiencing, and why she was feeling it.

Sam finally broke the ice. “You, uh, maybe want to…you know, take a test shot?” she asked, looking up at Kacey once again. Her tongue was slowly moving over her top lip, just barely sticking out of her mouth. Looking at Kacey, how beautiful she was, she felt her body doing strange things. Her nipples got hard, like when she was cold, and she felt herself getting wet between her legs again. The urge and desire to be touched down there flickered through her like a wildfire. She wanted badly to run her fingers over her sex, but she found herself hoping Kacey would do it for her instead.

Kacey mumbled something that resembled a yes, and leaned closer, turning more towards her. Awkwardly, they put their arms around each other, trying to do it like they’d seen Liz and Amber do it, and their lips moved ever closer to each other’s. Soft breath washed across both girls’ skin as they drew nearer and nearer, and both could feel the cold sweat of fear and anticipation. Finally, their lips met, and it was a startling experience for both of them. The others’ lips felt so smooth and soft, and each though the other’s breath tasted sweet, and gentle, like a summer’s breeze. Emboldened, they pressed closer together, breast meeting breast as they mashed up against one another, and their tongues snaked out to touch the other’s lips, and finally, the other’s tongue.

The sensation was incredible, both girls thought, but unable to resist the fact that they were also young teenaged girls, they pulled apart suddenly, dissolving the kiss in a fit of giggles. They’d never experienced anything like it, and each wanted more, but they were afraid of what the other might think or feel, and of the fact that Mrs. Callahan could come and knock on the door at any second, or worse, Mr. Callahan.

The giggles finally subsided, and they rested their foreheads against one another’s, smiling at each other. “That was awesome!” exclaimed Sam in a heated whisper, feeling her nose press against Kacey’s gorgeous little upturned nose. Her breath was still labored, she’d gotten so excited by the sensation, despite the fit of giggles each girl had had.

“It sure was!” agreed Kacey, brushing her nose back and forth over Sam’s, looking up from under long lashes into Sam’s beautiful green eyes. “But we don’t want to get too worked up, not while there’s other people in the house. Maybe we ought to stick to pressy kisses with no tongue until tomorrow?” She searched Sam’s eyes, hoping Sam understood why she suggested that, and hoping that she didn’t think she hadn’t liked it.

Sam thought about it a second, and decided that Kacey was right. It’d be much safer if they were sticking to what Kacey called “pressy kisses,” because they could easily and quickly pull apart if necessary. “I think you’re right, Kase. I sure don’t want your Mom or Dad coming in and catching us with our tongues down each other’s throat!” she giggled, hugging Kacey close impulsively. Kacey smelled incredible, even though Sam doubted she was wearing any kind of perfume. Her body smelled fantastic all on its own. With Kacey in her arms, she pressed her slightly larger breasts against the smaller girl’s body, and she was sure Kacey could feel the hard points of her achingly hard nipples stabbing against her skin from beneath the shirt and bra she wore.

A soft moan escaped Kacey’s lips as Sam squeezed her in the hug. Her own nipples, standing straight out from her smaller, but firm, breasts stabbed back against Sam, causing her to wiggle pleasurably as well. At a sudden impulse, Kacey pressed her lips against Sam’s once again, and though they didn’t part lips and allow tongue action, she felt her unease with kissing Sam disappearing, little by little. She was beginning to get a glimmer of an idea why Liz had liked kissing Amber, if it was anything like this.

If Sam’s reaction to the kiss was any indication, she was beginning to understand as well, and she seemed to like it as much as Kacey was growing to like it. Neither spoke it aloud, but they could tell from the other girl’s expressions and reactions that what they were doing was growing on each of them. Neither one believed the other was becoming a lesbian by any means, but both were beginning to entertain the idea that they could be bisexual. They’d have to do more experimentation and soul searching first, they knew, but the idea had taken hold, and it seemed a strong possibility by this point, especially if the feelings and inclinations kept growing stronger, as they appeared to be doing.

For the rest of that evening, the girls toyed with pressy kisses, and the occasional brief feeling up of the other, always over the clothes, which always dissolved into fits of giggles. Neither of them had gotten brave enough to try to reach under the other’s shirt, or down the other’s shorts, but petting and feeling on top of the clothes was more than acceptable at this point for both girls. It was almost like they’d discovered a new flavor of ice cream, or a new kind of pizza, or a new game both of them enjoyed immensely.

They fell asleep fairly easily, snuggling against one another, taking delight in the other’s presence. They’d decided to try to get to sleep so they could get up pretty early and get on with their day. They had swimming and lots of other cool things to do, and then, of course, they had their experimentation with each other, and their kissing practice.

Kacey stirred, and groaned softly. She’d been dreaming of Sam, and the guy that she had her major crush on, all lying naked on a huge bed. In the dream, Kacey would kiss, caress, and press against Sam for a long time, and then would go to the object of her desires, and kiss, and do things with him while Sam watched. It was as if he couldn’t see Sam at all, but Sam could see him, in Kacey’s dream. Finally, her eyes opened, and she felt her panties literally soaked, and a wet spot on the bed. Holy hell, that dream was so real. It was like it was actually happening! she thought, moving so she could see the clock.

It was one fifty six in the morning. She knew her parents were long since dead asleep, on the other end of the house. Liz was probably still out, even if her Mom and Dad thought she was at home in bed, or maybe she was home. Rising up on her elbows, she looked over at Sam, who was huddled next to her, still asleep. She smiled gently, and turned towards Sam, sliding her right hand down between her thighs and lightly brushing her fingertips along the line of her labia, beneath the soaking wet thin fabric of her panties. A sensation like an electric shock ran through her, a pleasant electric shock, and a moan escaped her lips.

Sam’s tee shirt had hiked up her body to reveal her panties, and several inches of smooth, taut belly skin. Kacey immediately felt herself getting wetter, and had the compulsion to touch her, and even kiss her smooth stomach, and thighs. Growing bolder, she slid her hand inside her panties, and was amazed at how swollen her outer lips of her sex were. They were incredibly wet and slick and her clit was throbbing like mad. Her nipples were so hard, they felt like someone was twisting the ends of them up like braiding a rope. Her left hand traveled to her breasts, under her shirt, to squeeze and knead her breasts, hoping to relieve some of the pressure in her nipples, while her middle finger’s tip slipped inside her wet cavity, making her back arch deeply, and she moaned louder. The length of her finger pressed against her engorged clit, and she discovered that by stroking straight down and inside, she could caress her clit and press her finger inside herself in one move.

It only took a couple of moments to discover that her panties were far too small for her body and her hand to fit inside them comfortably and allow her to please herself much. Her tee shirt was making it difficult to breathe, as well, as she grew more aroused, and her temperature rose. Sitting up with the suddenness of lightning, she grabbed the hem of her tee shirt, and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the rather skimpy bikini style panties she was wearing, she slid them over the round curve of her buttocks and hips, and down the length of her toned legs, and deposited them beside the bed as well.

Free from these restrictions, she felt much better now, and her body tingled at being naked, in her bed, with Sam within reaching distance. Her fingers wandered over her womanhood slowly, teasing the outer lips and the clit, brushing its hood back and running the tip of her finger over its very sensitive end. Her other hand squeezed and kneading her breasts a little more aggressively now, and her eyes kept traveling the length of Sam’s body where she’d kicked the covers mostly off her friend and herself.

Kacey turned herself where she could prop herself up on her pillows, put her feet flat just under her buttocks, and spread her knees apart, and touch herself while she watched Sam sleep. “Oh my God,” she breathed heavily in a thick whisper as her tummy started fluttering and churning, and her head fell back as a small ripple of pleasure shivered through her body. Panting a little, she felt her fingers of her right hand now extremely wet and the only thing she could figure was that she must have came. She must have had an orgasm! At least, she thought she had. All she knew was that she wanted to have another, whatever it was.

Her fingers felt good, but she wanted something more. She glanced over at Sam, but she was still asleep. Still shivering in the tiny aftershocks of pleasure, she studied Sam’s position on the bed, trying to figure out the best way to work Sam’s hand between her thighs without waking her up. All she knew was that if it felt that good by herself, with Sam touching her, it just had to be a thousand times better. Unfortunately, if she tugged Sam’s hand down, Sam would wake up, she knew. There was no feasible way to get up around where her hand was and straddle it in any way, without waking her up, or accidentally kicking her in the face trying to get into position. Her other hand was buried under her pillows, so there was no way to get to it, either.

The thought to wake Sam up, and ask her to touch her had occurred to her, but she had just as quickly rejected the thought. She was shy about touching Sam, with Sam awake, anyway, and having Sam touch her. She wanted to get off with Sam’s help, but was too afraid to let Sam be awake when she did it. She didn’t want Sam to think she was weird, or that she was like turning into a crazy lesbian stalker or something, either. No, this had to be done secretly, and when she found out how Sam felt about touching her, she’d tell her she’d done it. If Sam wanted to touch her, and liked touching her, that is. If not, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be brave enough to bring it up.

Finally, a thought occurred to her. Sam’s legs were stretched out enough that it could be possible to use her calf and maybe ankle or instep. Sure, it was a bit strange, but it was Sam, Sam’s skin was bare there, and it was in a place where she could straddle her leg and practice moving her hips in different ways. With luck, Sam wouldn’t wake up, and if she did, it’d be easy to dive off her leg and say she’d just been going to the bathroom or something. This way, she could get herself off with Sam touching her, and Sam would never be the wiser, and it was easy enough to fake it if Sam did wake up.

Her soft flower tingled with anticipation and desire as she pulled the covers the rest of the way off Sam’s legs and feet. Sam had shaved her legs that morning, so they were still quite soft and smooth, with no little prickles. It would be perfect. Kacey’s mouth was watering nearly as much as her center, she was so excited. She cocked her leg over Sam’s, and moved up to the point just below her knees, where the calf started to swell. Since Sam was lying on her side, her legs were stacked on top of each other, which made it that much easier for Kacey to do what she intended.

Sam’s skin was silky and warm against her soaking petals when she lowered herself down onto Sam’s calf. A frightfully loud moan escaped her lips, and she hastily clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from doing it again. Sweet juices escaped her intensely aroused womanhood, and rolled over the blonde’s ivory skin, which was easily seen in the bright ambient moonlight coming through the window. Oh my God, this feels so good, and it’s just her leg. I wonder what her fingers, or her mouth, would make my pussy feel like? she thought heatedly, as she slowly ground herself against her best friend’s leg.

Kacey’s pussy, and she couldn’t think of it in any term more polite than that at the moment, was gushing, and she could feel her stomach churning as she rolled her hips with increasing fluidity and skill against Sam’s leg. Kacey figured, and rightly so, that her experience and talent with dancing, especially sexy dances, would help her with body movements during sex.