Girls masturbating together

The late morning sun peeked through the blinds, creating a dusty glow of golden light that warmed Miranda’s body. She reached her arms over her head and stretched her entire body, yesterday’s white water rafting adventure still causing her muscles to ache.

Beside her, her best friend, Claire, was still asleep. The cabin they had rented for the weekend came with two beds, but upon arriving, they realized one of the beds was badly broken. Luckily, their close friendship meant that sharing a bed wasn’t that unheard of.

Miranda looked down at the way Claire’s red hair fell against her collarbones. The sheets were tangled around her slim body, the sun beaming off her milky white skin. The curves of her breasts were prominent in her thin bralette she had slept in.

Friends Who Play Together, Stay Together

Her pussy throbbed, and Miranda couldn’t believe it. She had never seen her best friend in this light before, had never had these thoughts. But here she was, turned on merely by the sight of Claire’s body.

Slowly, Miranda slipped her hand under the sheet and between her legs. She started to rub two fingers against her clit, through her cotton panties. She closed her eyes and allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over her, waking her up.

Claire stirred, but Miranda didn’t notice. She parted her eyes only barely, to find that her best friend was touching herself right beside her in bed! Claire would have been horrified if she hadn’t been so turned on and intrigued. She could just make out Miranda’s quiet breaths, and hearing that made Claire’s heart start to race. 

She let Miranda remain like that for a few minutes, unknowing that Claire was awake. Claire laid there in silence and listened to Miranda’s tiny sounds and feeling the way she moved ever so slightly. Her hand rustled the sheet as she touched herself.

Finally, Claire decided to reveal herself. “Well, good morning.”

Miranda gasped and pulled her hand away so quickly that she knew it was obvious what she had been doing. 

Claire giggled. “I think someone was having themselves a little treat before breakfast.”

Miranda blushed. This was the most humiliating experience of her life, she was sure of it. They were best friends, sure, but not so close that they could masturbate in front of each other.

Miranda jumped out of the bed, mumbling something like an apology, and hurried downstairs to make breakfast.

A couple of hours later, Miranda was relaxing in the hot tub that was situated behind the cabin, as the afternoon sun peaked through the tree canopy. Claire appeared from inside the cabin, in her bathing suit and with a bag in hand.

“Can I join you?” she asked hesitantly.

“If you even still want to,” said Miranda, sighing. “Claire, I’m so sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have been. . . doing that. . . while you were in bed next to me. I’m a weirdo.”

Claire lowered her body into the hot, bubbly water and smiled. “Well, if you’re a weirdo, then so am I, because I think I kind of liked it.”

Miranda reached back to adjust her ponytail. “Wait, what?”

Claire blushed. “Yeah. It was kind of hot. You were very adorable and sexy, trying to stay quiet while you were touching yourself. I thought maybe, if you were up for it, we could do something like that together.”

“What do you mean?”

Claire pulled out two vibrators from the bag she had brought and handed one to Miranda. 

Miranda laughed. “You just happened to have two vibrators with you? Really?”

Claire rolled her eyes, smiling. “Hey, I always come prepared.”

She turned hers on and brought it under the water. The vibrating tip felt amazing against her pussy, and a big shiver rolled through Claire’s body. Miranda watched in awe at the way Claire was gently pulsating against the toy.

“Fine,” muttered Miranda, and she turned on her vibrator as well. The toy buzzed against her clit, and Miranda couldn’t help but sink into the sensation of it.

The two girls laid across from each other in the hot tub, watching each other through the cloud of steam as they masturbated. Their mouths hung open, and their chests heaved up and down. 

“Fuck!” Claire moaned. “I’m gonna cum!”

Hearing Claire say that only turned Miranda on more. She watched as Claire’s face twisted up into an expression of near climax, her eyebrows bunching together as she began to whimper.

Right there, in the afternoon sun, Claire came, and Miranda quickly followed. Their moans and sighs were so loud that they disrupted the group of birds that had gathered in a nearby tree. 

When each of them had finally finished cumming, they put the vibrators on the edge of the hot tub and smiled at each other. 

Miranda spoke first. “Well, I feel less embarrassed now.”

Claire leaned her head back and closed her eyes, like she was relaxing. “So, do you want to do it again?”

This time, they sat side-by-side in the hot tub. Slowly, they stripped out of their bikinis. It was hard not to stare at each other’s naked bodies. Claire couldn’t believe how beautiful Miranda looked, her thick body the perfect combination of  firmness and curves. And Miranda couldn’t resist holding out her hands in front of Claire’s breasts. Claire moved forward so her chest connected to her friend’s palms, and Miranda sighed.

“These are amazing.” She dragged her fingers across Claire’s pink nipples for a few moments. 

Claire smiled shyly. “Says you. Look at you. You’re perfect.”

Miranda turned off the bubbles in the hot tub so that the water was calmer. They could see each other better this way. 

“Maybe we can do it to each other,” said Claire, reaching her hand across Miranda’s lap to her pussy. She began to rub her fingers across her friend’s clit, which made Miranda let out a cute, involuntary yelp.

“Yeah,” said Miranda, swallowing down her nerves. “That sounds. . . fuck. . .”

She started to play with Claire’s pussy at the same time Claire was massaging her own clit. They leaned their heads back against the hot tub and allowed themselves to feel completely free in the hot water. 

Miranda brought her free hand across her to start playing with Claire’s nipples. She ran her fingers across them, rolling them against her skin. Then she began to gently tug them, which made Claire’s breathing turn shallow and fast.

“Fuck, I love that,” breathed Claire, her head lolling to the side. “Keep going.”

Her heavy-lidded eyes stared into Miranda’s, as another orgasm started to grow inside of her. It began to get stronger and stronger, until finally, Claire was cumming again. She started to buck her hips up against Miranda’s hand, as though her body was trying to get even closer to her.

Miranda was in awe by the whole scene. Her own pussy was soaking wet. She could tell, even in the water. 

Claire had finished shaking and was now rubbing her fingers even harder against Miranda’s clit. She did this for a few moments before positioning herself right in front of Miranda and lowering her face down to her nipples. Claire pulled one of them into her mouth, sucking on the sensitive peak, while her fingers remained between Miranda’s legs.

“Claire,” moaned Miranda, unable to take her eyes off her best friend naked against her like that. She was starting to feel hot, too hot, and she gulped down a big breath of air. Her legs were shaking, and that familiar feeling between her thighs was starting to stir. . .

“Fuck, fuck!” she groaned, her back arching away from the side of the hot tub. 

Claire let out a muffled “mmhmm” against her friend’s breast, intensely aroused by Miranda’s sex sounds. Even when she had come down from her climax and was catching her breath, Claire didn’t take her mouth off of Miranda’s nipple for another few seconds. 

Finally, the two of them pulled away from each other, and Claire slowly headed for the other side of the hot tub. She locked eyes with Miranda, who had a big grin on her face now.

“What?” asked Claire. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Miranda giggled and shivered. “Ah, this is just not how I thought this trip was going to end. We’ve never done anything like that before.”

Claire bit her lower lip and pulled her torso up out of the water as she reached for her nearby drink. Miranda was stunned by this image, as Claire’s nipples hardened in the shock of cold air. Goosebumps gathered on her breasts, and the water dripped off like little diamonds in the afternoon sun.

“Well,” said Claire, taking a big sip from her glass, “maybe we can keep doing it.”

Miranda nodded. “I wouldn’t mind. We have all afternoon.” She pushed her hands through the water. “Now, come back over here already.”