Luckily, the thick carpet absorbs the sound my high heels make, but because you are totally involved in what you’re doing, you probably don't hear m... anyway. Your arm is moving quicker now, and the sound of your heavy breathing fills the room. Standing silently behind you, secretly watching you masturbate, unadulterated lust stirs in my belly. Unconsciously, I move a hand between the tops of my thighs and my fingers trail sensually along my moist slit. They slip easily between my welcoming. He fondled them before telling her to open her legs and after puttinghis fingers inside her went away. I saw her crying as she dressed so we spentthe rest of the day trying to build up our courage for what would be expectedof us in the future. It was now late in the night and no phonecall so we both went to bed. Several times I tried to phone Melanie but with noanswer. Since it was our seventh day without a phone call we phoned the surgeryfor our medical check and were told to come and wait. In. I was successful too, mostly.At school, I had been timid, always afraid of failure and therefore reluctant to try new things, convinced that I'd show myself up. I had a few friends, girls mainly, whom I'd gradually come to know and to trust as they saw me come out of my shell a little. I was studious, anxious to please my teachers and, as a result, academically successful. Socially, however, I remained much the same frightened mouse of a girl I'd always been.Things only really began to change. This particular night, Bob wanted to play naked hide and seek. This isn't the highlight of the story, however. What Bob and I did to each other after our two friends went to sleep is what I remember the most.Our two friends were sound asleep when Bob whispered, "Let's go sit on the back porch...it's too hot in this tent." I had put my shorts back on after the naked hide and seek...but Bob had not. So here we are, Bob and I sitting in the patio chairs in the cool of the night. We were out of.