"Aw no problem Danielle, we haven't had a sleepover in such a long time! Those midterms really took a lot out of me, so I'm so happy to have some girl time. I'm gonna run to the washroom, okay? Get changed into your pajamas, and I'll be right back!"
Walking down the hallway, I grinned to myself. Danielle and I have know each other for almost eighteen years now, basically since birth. We've had sleepovers since we were young girls, at that awkward preteen phase and to where we are now, definitely awkward no longer. Danielle was 5'8", with medium length brown hair, big blue eyes and an athletic frame. She had more boyfriends than I, but I always joked around saying it was because of her 34C boobs. I hadn't turned out bad either, I have long blonde hair, green eyes, and being 5'10" and a petite frame.
After changing into my tank and pajama bottoms, I walked out of the bathroom and turned the corner into the basement living room.
"Oh, hey!" I exclaimed surprised. Danielle was sitting on the couch in plaid boxers and a sports bra, looking as comfortable as ever.
"Hey! This doesn't bother you, does it? I mean, we've known each other forever and this is what I usually wear to bed, sooo..."
"Oh no," I replied quickly. "Yup, we're all good... Wanna watch a movie?"
After watching a scary movie and giggling over all the dance portions of Magic Mike, we got into our usual routine of sharing stories and secrets. About fifteen minutes into our discussion, Danielle got pretty quiet and I asked her what was the matter.
"Hey Dannie, are you okay? You seem pretty quiet."
"I guess..." she exhaled. "Okay Stephanie, if I ask you a question do you promise to keep a secret?"
"Of course! You know that Danielle. Anything said or done down here never leaves this basement."
"And promise you'll answer truthfully?"
"Gee, what do I have to hide Dannie? What's your question?"
"Well Steff, I was just wondering. Have you ever masturbated?"
I must have looked at her like she was crazy, because she immediately turned red. I began to sputter, "Well, I..I..I... Um well that's an interesting question.."
Danielle looked at me pointedly, giving me a knowing look. "It's okay, everyone does it!"
"Well I know, but... Why are you asking me?"
Danielle got up off the couch and slowly walked towards Stephanie, standing behind her. Placing both her hands on Stephanie's shoulders, she leaned over and whispered, "I know you saw me touching myself when we were watching that movie... Didn't it turn you on a little?"
"I...I have no clue what you're talking about!"
"Don't be afraid! It was kind of sexy, knowing I was being watched." Slowly, Danielle slid one of her hands down Stephanie, underneath her shirt.
Stephanie jolted away. "What the heck are you doing?! Dannie, this isn't right!"
"But it feels right, doesn't it?" Danielle walked toward Stephanie again and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the couch. Although she tried to pull away, Danielle held her ground and sat her on the couch. Standing above her, she said "So you have masturbated then, correct? It feels amazing, doesn't it? Steph, I've known you for so long... You realize your sexy as fuck, right?"
"Don't swear, gee... And speak quieter! But yes, I'll give you that. I love masturbating."
"I'm looking for some more techniques. Can you show me yours?"
"But that's wrong! Dad said he barely wants me dating guys... I can't imagine what he'd do if he heard I was with a girl..."
"Hold your horses! I just want to see your techniques!" Danielle leaned down, and pushed Stephanie's legs apart.