Coming of Age

I was staying over at my friend Chris’ house. We spent the evening playing on his computer, his Commodore 64. When it came to time for bed, Chris told me that I could have his sister Chloe’s bedroom for the night. He explained that Chloe was at a disco and that she was staying over at her friend’s house, so her bedroom was free.

I walked into her bedroom and got ready for bed. I looked around the room. Chloe was 20, which was only two years old than Chris and I, but it seemed like a lifetime at that age. Because of our two year age gap, Chloe never really spoke to us. She looked at me as Chris’ immature friend as we would spend our time on the computer rather than meeting up at the mall or at football games. I barely knew her and I think that’s the way she liked it.

Her room was small but well kept. She had a single bed in the corner of her room which was all made up. On her walls were posters of musicians, I can’t remember who exactly but I remember thinking how mature she was.

I got into her bed and got snuggled up for the night. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

I awoke when the light came on and Chloe entered the room, oblivious to my presence. She was taken back when I emerged from under her covers! I quickly explained that Chris had told me that her room was free for tonight as she was staying over at her friends.

“Change of plan Paul. Adele and I had an argument at the disco and I didn’t want to stay at her house. I just got a taxi home.”

I went to get out of her bed and she asked me what I was doing. I explained that it was her bed and I would sleep in with Chris, as I had done many times before.

“No Paul, it’s not your fault I changed my plans. Stay where you are.”

I stupidly asked if she was going to sleep in with Chris.

“Yuck, no! That’s a bit weird Paul. Look, I don’t mind you staying if you don’t mind me getting in with you. Just don’t try anything, because getting into a bed with you is almost as weird as getting into it with my brother!”

I lay back down on the bed and said nothing, looking over the sheets.

Chloe looked at me. “Eh, Paul, if you don’t mind looking the other way, I’m about to get undressed. Don’t be a perv please.”

I looked away, facing the wall, and listening to her clothes drop to the floor. First her top, then her skirt, and then her socks and shoes. Then she approached the bed. She lifted the covers, though not completely, conscious and thoughtful that I would get cold. As she got into bed her backside touched my leg and I felt her nightie. Thank God she was wearing one! I would have died if she hadn’t. I wondered what bra and panties she was wearing.

“Night”, Chloe said, and I said the same. I knew it would take me some time to get to sleep. After a few minutes Chloe started moving around, obviously uncomfortable with our positions of back to back. She turned to face my back as I lay and pretended to sleep. This went on for a few minutes, with her still shuffling.

“Paul, are you awake?”

I froze, unsure of what to say. I eventually replied “Yeah.”

“Good. Listen it’s quite uncomfortable the way we’re sleeping, there isn’t much space in a single bed. If we switched to a spoon position, do you think you could not get excited and we could both get to sleep?”

I didn’t know hat a ‘spoon position’ was, but turned around as she turned her back to me, so I got the idea. There was a gap between us which she narrowed by muzzling back which mean she could stretch out her legs away from me a bit more. I lay on my side, my boxers touching the back of her nightie.

“Honestly Paul, if this is uncomfortable for you the last thing I want is for a pre-pubescent male getting a hard-on and pressing it into me. It would be a bit sick, so please tell me if this is going to happen.”

I told her no, and was a bit confused at what she said. I was 18 and probably a bit innocent for my age. I had only masturbated about twice, and while I enjoyed it I was also a bit scared. I had never seen a naked girl and the closest I came to this was seeing girls in their underwear in the clothes catalogues.

When Chloe spoke I realised that she had been drinking, I recognised the smell from when my parents took a drink.

So there I was, spooning my best friend’s older sister, my small penis almost touching her cotton panties. And she was making me promise that I wouldn’t get aroused. I tried so hard to do this but of course it was no use. After a few minutes, I slowly felt my penis getting bigger, and bigger. I tried to move back away from Chloe but my back was now against the wall and I had no place to go. When it was obvious my penis was going to press into her panties, I panicked and just blurted out,

“Chloe, I think we should move positions.”

Chloe said nothing. I repeated it, and listened. From Chloe’s breathing, it was obvious she had fallen asleep, aided of course with alcohol. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t convinced she was asleep, I thought she was biding her time to throw me out of her bed, calling me a pervert, as soon as she felt my erection.

But I couldn’t help myself. I pulled down my boxers, and gently pressed my fully erect (still only 5 inches! ) penis into her panties. Back and forth, slowly at first and then as it became more obvious that she was sleeping, my speed and intensity grew. Because I wasn’t touching myself, in my innocence I was convinced that I couldn’t and wouldn’t come. I rocked into her panties and it wasn’t long before I used both of my hands to carefully lift up her nightie, pull back her panties with one hand, and slide in my penis underneath her panties so that it was touching her skin. I had no idea where to look for her vagina, and looking back I was probably searching around her bum. I rocked back and forth, uncertain of where I was, but certain that it felt good. I used my fingers to gently rub around her area; thinking of some of my friends had talked about ‘fingering’ girls. I felt around her opening but was disappointed to find it dry and uninviting. My friends had all talked about ‘getting a girl wet’.

I took back my hand and decided to stop rocking, as it was going nowhere. Just as I was about to pull out my penis from under her panties I felt the unmistakable rush to my penis and before I could move I felt a flood of cum eject itself from my penis, and onto Chloe’s bum. One spurt followed by another followed by another. She never moved an inch. I lay there in shock. ‘How had I cum?’ I wondered. One thing I knew, I had to get out of there fast! As I pulled back her panties and took back my penis, I was careful to place her panties back against her skin, and pull back down her nightie. As I did so, I felt my large load of cum dripping down to the base of her panties. I mean, I hadn’t masturbated in about 3 months! I was terrified and quickly put my penis in my boxers, and wiping the tip of it as if to get rid of the evidence. Damn it, the evidence was sitting at the bottom of her panties. I stretched my fingers down between her legs and touched the outside of her panties and I could feel my cum start to seep through. And with my release came the sleep release, as it always does. I moved as far away as I could and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke some time later and wondered why I woke. I was on my side now, facing the wall and away from Chloe. There was a slight rustle with the bed covers. I remembered what I had done earlier and froze as I thought of Chloe waking up to finding a load of cum in her panties. She would be horrified. I pretended to be still asleep, but in my sleep I turned around restlessly and faced her. The rustling stopped and I opened my eyes slightly and I could see that Chloe was now on her back. I didn’t move for the next five minutes, figuring that Chloe would think I was back to sleep. And then, the rustling started again. I had no idea what it was, but waited as I felt her sheets moving slightly, as Chloe’s breathing got heavier. I was certain that she was about to discover what I had done.

“Chloe?” I asked.

Chloe froze, and the rustling stopped. She turned her head around to face me. Her face was red.

“What Paul?! How long have you been awake? I told you that you could sleep in my bed if you behaved yourself and if you weren’t a perv!”

“But I…” I interrupted.

“You what Paul? You don’t count watching your friend’s sister masturbate as being a perv? Fuck, you are disgusting. I don’t go around trying to watch you jerk off!”

I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea she was masturbating, and clueless about how a girl masturbated. I mean, what comes out of a girl if she’s doing it on her own??

“I’m sorry” I said, and my voice welled up as I was ready to cry.

“Why are you upset Paul? I’m mad with you, but not that mad. I suppose you can’t help yourself. Listen, I’m willing to forget it if you are.”

I was even more upset.

“But I’m not a perv. I didn’t know what you were doing. I still don’t know. I didn’t know what girls can masturbate. I’ve only masturbated a few times myself. My friends all know how to finger girls, and what a ‘blow-job’ is, but I have no idea!”

Chloe’s tone immediately changed. “Sorry for shouting Paul, I didn’t realise. Of course girls can masturbate. Though not as often or for the same reasons as a boy does. To be honest, I don’t masturbate often, only when the mood takes me. Boys will masturbate to porn, but that’s not for girls, well not for me anyway.”

“So why did you start to masturbate tonight?”

“What, you think it was because you were beside me? Dream on! No, I woke up and my panties were soaking. Sometimes that happens when I’m asleep if I’m dreaming about something sexy. Anyway I woke up and knew immediately that something was up. I put one hand down my knickers and sure enough just at the base of my pussy was a wet patch on my knickers. So I decided to finish what I had started in my sleep. That’s when you interrupted.”

“Sorry”, I mumbled, relieved that she hadn’t realised what the wet patch was. “I’m sorry for stopping you.”