Sandy lamented being without a boyfriend for so long, then she said, "I guess I'll just have continue rubbing off and going without." I was shocked. O...r talks had never gone in that direction before and I wasn't sure what to say to that. I mumbled something about being in the same boat, my cheeks flushing. Sandy leaned over and whispered, "What do you think about?" "What do you mean what do I think about?" I asked Lowering her voice even more, she said, "You know, when you're masturbating." "I. I take the crotch of my panties between my fingers and gently draw them fractionally down my thighs, just stretching the elastic an inch or so and then I release it again. This allows the crinkly elastic to caress my sensitive inner thighs above the tops of my stockings and I sigh at the pleasure I'm giving myself. The plastic flexes and loosens alternately as I stretch the crotch up and down creating differing pressures and caresses to be transmitted to my twitching penis, now strauining hard. If you wanted to be anyone or get into anything, you had to open your mouth and your legs and sometimes both of them together. I was fifteen and all the girls in that school had been deflowered by that age, we just accepted it as initiation into adulthood, it was our passport that got us into parties, where drank beer and as you walked around, people were just screwing everywhere.There was this one party that centres around my story, I was as horny as hell and d**gged on a pill that made me. After more pushing, I admitted that I had been fucked a couple of times. After talking more about our relationship, she said that she wanted us to go to the theater so she could watch me. I suggested that she should join and she snapped, no, this is about me watching you. I was turned on, nervous, and a little scared. I had no idea what to expect, but decided we were probably going to break up anyway so why not give it a try. I asked when and she said she wanted to go now. This was at 4pm on a.