When our kiss broke, Amy looked at Lucy somewhat guiltily, and Lucy told her 'It's okay, Amy. I already know he's attractive. I think we can all see that he thinks you look pretty good, too!', making Amy blush as Robyn and Sandra giggled.
I told Amy 'If you'd like, I think we'd all be a little more comfortable on the bed as we got to know each other. You can tell us about yourself, and we'll tell you about us, and along the way, maybe you'll relax and get comfortable with us.'
She gave me a small smile at that, and nodded. Robyn and Sandra moved next to her, then each put an arm around her waist to walk with her toward the bed. Lucy and I followed, and in short order the five of us had taken up various positions as we filled up the bed. Amy was sitting up at the headboard with Robyn and Sandra at her sides. Lucy sat cross-legged at her feet while I leaned back on my arms, my legs extended off to the side.
With a little prompting, Amy started telling us about herself, working herself backwards in time from what she had been doing before we came along. After a few minutes, Robyn put a hand on her thigh, making Amy stutter for a moment before continuing her story. When Sandra did the same thing a minute later, Amy didn't hesitate to reach out and do the same to them.
After a while, Amy's legs got a little tired, and she pulled them up to sit cross-legged to stretch them a little. Robyn and Sandra easily let their hands slide to the insides of Amy's thighs, and after a few moments, started caressing her slowly and softly. Amy didn't seem to notice – her own eyes kept returning to where my penis was laying in my lap, or to where Lucy's cleft was clearly visible. After a few times of that, Amy looked at us, and realized that we knew where she'd been looking – and when she realized that we didn't mind, and weren't going to say anything about it, visibly relaxed as she kept talking.
Also, as she talked, she realized that we were genuinely interested in hearing about her, and that we weren't judging her in any way – and that helped her to relax, as well, so that she was more willing to tell us things that she'd obviously never told anyone before. So when she got to her teenage years, and the friends she'd had, it was pretty obvious to all of us that she was leaving some things out.
Finally, it was Lucy that called her on it, asking 'Amy? There's something I'm curious about. You've told us what good friends you were with Virginia, and you've told us about finding out about boys, but I get the idea that there was something between you and Virginia, too. If you want to tell us about it, I think we'd all be interested in hearing about it; but if you don't want to talk about it, then we'll understand.'
Amy just sat there for a few moments, looking at Lucy before her gaze went to me, then the girls. She hesitated a bit, then said 'Well, yeah, there were things that happened between us. Uh, girl stuff.'
Robyn looked up at her and said 'Amy? It's okay. Really.'
Sandra added 'Yeah, it's okay, Amy. We don't mind.'
Amy looked at me, then Lucy, who told her 'Honest, Amy, it won't bother us. Just take a look at yourself, and us, and ask yourself if we*really* look like people that would judge someone else.'
Amy grinned at that, and said 'Yeah, you do have a point there. If I can sit here with these two cuties snuggled next to me while you and Dan watch, then I guess there's no reason not to tell you the whole thing.'
I nodded for her to continue, and Amy started out by telling us 'Virgie and I started out in the same class in third grade, and became best friends, kind of like Sandra and Robyn, here. Even when we went to middle school, we took almost all the same classes together. Virginia was a little smaller than I was, with dark black hair, that was really straight, to the middle of her back. She had really pale, almost white, skin. She was the first one of us to hit puberty, and it hit her*hard*. Almost overnight, she had hair between her legs, and started pushing out the front of her blouses.
It wasn't until a few months later that I got started, and it was slower going for me. But because we were friends, it didn't matter – or so I thought. But what I didn't know was that Virgie was feeling the effects of it more than I was. It wasn't until later that I realized that.'
'What happened?' Lucy asked, quietly.
Amy stared into her lap a few moments, then told us 'I was a month from my fifteenth birthday. Virgie had had her fifteenth about a week before. I was sleeping over at her house and we were staying up late on a Friday night, talking. Both of us were in our panties, but neither of us was wearing a bra. I remember that I was fascinated by the way her breasts would sway as she moved, and how the nipples would seem to poke out like pencil erasers one moment, then almost disappear the next. I was*so* envious – my own breasts were about half that size, and barely moved at all; and MY nipples hardly ever stuck out as much as hers did, even when I was cold.
'Anyway, she saw me watching them, and asked if I'd like to touch them. It really surprised me, but I finally admitted that I would.
She told me to go ahead, and stuck her chest out so that I could. I remember feeling a tingle go up my arms the first time I actually held them in my hands – they felt so warm and soft and heavy at the same time; I was absolutely fascinated by them. I touched her nipples, and when she didn't say anything, I began to play with them.
In just a few seconds, they were sticking out again, even farther than they had before. She had on these really thin panties, and a couple minutes later, I looked down to see that the front of them had this wet spot. I'd gotten wet before myself, and knew what had happened – what was happening – but it still surprised me that she would get THAT wet. Then she surprised me again and asked me if I wanted to suck on her tits. I did, and didn't, at the same time, but when she asked me again, I nodded my head. She put her hand on the back of my head, and pulled it down so that her nipple was touching my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked it, and I heard her give a little moan, like she liked what I did. I did it again, and she moaned again. Finally, I opened my mouth, and put the end of her breast in it. I could feel her nipple pressing against my tongue, and I just started sucking on it. When I did, I heard her start moaning again, and I could feel her nipple getting even longer and harder in my mouth. I knew I was making her feel good; but at the same time, I couldn't help thinking that she was probably getting really wet between her legs. Thinking about that started making me tingle between MY legs, and before I knew it, I could feel myself getting wet, too. I hardly noticed it when she took my hand off her breast, but I*definitely* noticed when she slid it under the waistband of her panties – I could feel her pubic hair under my palm as my fingers felt something thin and slippery slide between them. It took me a bit, but I finally realized that I actually had my hand on the outside of her vagina, and that it was the lips of her sex that I was feeling.
'Mind you, I wasn't the one moving things forward, but I damned well wasn't backing out, either. It was more like I was a living puppet for her to position any way she wanted.
'Anyway, with my hand inside her panties, she kind of guided my hand around a little bit, until I got the idea that she wanted me to play with her. I did, and after a bit, I felt her let go of me, and pull her hand out. I knew where it felt good when I touched myself, so I figured I try touching her there, too – it took me only a couple of seconds to find her clitoris, and start rubbing it. When I did, I thought she was going to go nuts – her hips started moving as she pressed herself even harder against my hand. As I was doing that, I felt her hand touch MY breast – and it felt like there was electricity in my nipples when she did. I didn't stop her, and after a little while, I felt her hand start to slide down my front. I knew where she was going to touch me next, and I couldn't help groaning in relief when I felt her hand pressing on the outside of my panties, right about where my clit was. When she heard me, she did it some more, and when I let her, started rubbing me even harder. It felt SO good; even better than when I did it myself, for some reason. I could feel my juices starting to leak out, and it wasn't long before Virgie could feel them, too. When she did, she moved her hand back up, and let her fingertips slide under the waistband of my panties, so that she was touching ME between the legs. I felt her fingers slide down to the outside of my vagina, then her fingertips started slipping across my opening.
'I'd been told so many times that it was important for a girl to stay a virgin until she was married that I really tensed up, and Virgie could feel it. She stopped doing that part of it, and went to rubbing my clitoris again.
'She started pressing herself against my hand, as though she wanted ME to put MY fingers in HER; but I was so wrapped up in the virginity thing that I wouldn't do it; I just kept playing with her clitoris while I sucked on her tits.
'Finally, I felt myself start to have an orgasm, and Virgie just kept playing with my clit while I was having it. When it was over, she whispered to me that she wanted me to put my finger in her – she said she was*so* close, that doing that would help her have it. But I just wouldn't do it, and she finally pulled her hand out of my panties and put it in her own, with mine. She kind of pushed my hand out of the way, and I could tell when she slid a couple of her fingers inside herself. I could see as she slid them in and out a few times before she had a climax.
'When she was done, she was*so* mad at me, and all I could do was keep telling her that she wasn't a
