Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done, late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather's family left for their respective schools and jobs.

Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan's nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends crotch. She wasn't sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself.

As she looked at Susan, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This had always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn't alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friends body. Susan was very cute; short red hair, bright green eyes. Heather wondered if Susan ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but never that.

Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her friend on that special spot. Even though she didn't know how Susan would react, she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it wasn't intentional, Heather allowed her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Susan's crotch. After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences, she allowed it to brush against her cotton panties. Little by little she became braver, sure that Susan wouldn't wake up screaming or worse.

Susan had lay awake, one eyes barely opened, concealed by her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her panties had played with herself.
She was relieved to know that she wasn't the only girl that did that, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that she could've had a better view of what she was doing.

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