Teresa, Part 2

Teresa opened up one of her magazines. She would keep sports magazines and look at photos of male athletes. She'd point them out to me.

So the two of us were nude on her bed, and she would touch herself. I was rather shy and felt very uncomfortable.

She'd show me a photo of a guy and say stuff like, "Isn't he cute?" or "Look at his bod!" I'd look and smile, but would just sit there. She'd continue looking through the magazine and rubbing her clit. I was getting embarrassed.

I mean, I would masturbate in my room by myself. But I didn't feel comfortable doing it in front of anyone. Watching Teresa amazed me because she had no shame about it, no fear, it was like she was totally comfortable with it.

Finally she asked, "Don't you ever touch yourself?"

I was already rather uneasy, and now she made it more difficult. I couldn't answer, and just looked away.

"Everybody does it!" she told me.

And she kept rubbing her clit in front of me, and kept trying to encourage me to get into it. She finally "ordered" me to do it, speaking to me in a more firm tone. "Rub your clit!"

So I touched myself and watched her at the same time.

Teresa closed her eyes and got really into herself. I watched her and became mesmerized in the way she moved her legs, and moved her head, and made her moans. I kept touching myself but didn't really get into it. I was just waiting and expecting her to orgasm.

Her body kept twitching, and then she made just a little bit of a louder moan, but very short, and she put her legs together and pulled her hand away.

Then she took in some deep breaths and looked at me and said I should relax and get myself into it. She told me how fun it would be to do it together. I continued rubbing my clit, but was too uneasy to get anywhere. I finally told her I couldn't do it. We later ended up putting our clothes back on and went outside.

But that continued over the next several visits. She would do the same thing, and tell me that she would masturbate several times a day, though not always finished to an orgasm. It got to where she would share her most intimate thoughts and it became routine enough that it was no longer unusual.

Eventually, I got to where I could masturbate with her comfortably and we both took turns bringing ourselves to orgasm.

Every summer, Teresa and her mom would go to a nudist camp for a few weeks. When that came around this summer, Teresa asked her mother if I go come along. I didn't actually want to go, but I didn't want to be without Teresa. Nonetheless, Teresa already had her mind made up that I would go. Her mother agreed so long as my mom agreed. And it didn't take much to convince my mom, she actually didn't care, but she also believed that if I really wanted to go, she should let me.

My mom put up half the money for my stay, and Teresa's mom paid the other half.

(to be continued)