Courtney and I have been best friends for several years now. We met online, quickly grew close due to shared history (and even trauma) and have enjoyed an emotionally intimate dynamic since the beginning.
During our time together, we were very open about discussing sex, masturbation, porn, and our blossoming bisexuality. It was common for us to talk about what we had been masturbating to lately and whether we had good sex that week. We were both developing a crush on a mutual friend, let’s call her “Katie”.
Katie is a fantastically gorgeous redhead, huge smile, sweet demeanor. Once she showed us a tattoo on her thigh and my clit wouldn’t stop throbbing in response.
The two of us, Katie, and a couple other friends decided we’d go on a camping trip for a few days, just to get away. We had all dressed in bikinis, ready for a refreshing dip in the lake. I couldn’t help admiring Courtney’s huge breasts straining in her swimsuit, and Katie’s tight body perfectly showcased in hers. Seeing these girls all wet and their bodies shining…it was maddening. In short, I was so deliciously horny.
Courtney and I were sharing a tent, the two of us. I wanted badly to get off but knew I’d have to wait until I got home, so contented myself to rubbing my thighs together a bit and enjoying the mild clitoral stimulation. It wasn’t until a couple hours later that I started to hear Courtney shifting in her sleeping bag. I parked up my ears and started to hear quick, shallow breaths, and noticed movement in her bag. I hoped that she was touching herself and felt a throbbing between my thighs at the thought of her pleasuring her swollen clit in her bag.
I worked up the courage to ask if she was okay, and she quickly stopped, totally embarrassed by me observing her. I told her it was okay, that it as natural, everything I could think of to reassure her. She echoed a lot of my own thoughts, that Katie was too tempting in her swimsuit and that she needed to get off, badly. After a moment of quiet, I asked if she would please continue, that I felt the same. Her response after a beat was to ask that I join her, or she wouldn’t be able to go alone. Without much hesitation, I scooted close to her bag and said I’d play too. We spent the next several minutes fantasizing about Katie with each other, drooling over how her pussy must taste, about how tight she must be while riding a cock. The tent was filled with the sounds of our breathless whispers, wet rubbing, and escaped moans. Eventually neither of us could endure the edging any longer and we held hands, intertwining the fingers of our non-dominant hands while the other worked our clits into an orgasm that rocked our bodies to the core. We held hands for some time, grinding our hips against our pleasuring fingers. the beginning of a beautifull friendship.