It was in the Spring of our 9th grade. I had shared classes and rode the same school bus as Tracy, but we had seldom spoken in the past. Today however, we were the only two that got off at our school bus stop and started talking as we walked toward our homes. As we passed a small grove of trees, Tracy asked me if I knew about a platform built up in a tree back in those woods. I actually had been one of a group that had built that platform “the fort” several years before. When I told her about it, she asked if I would show it to her. I didn't know that girls were interested in tree stuff, but said “sure” and we detoured into the woods to the “fort”.
Tracy climbed up first, and I followed close enough that I could see up her skirt and look at her bare legs and lime green panties. When we got up on the platform, she asked if I had gotten a good peek up her skirt. I said “no” but I think my red face and the tent in my jeans said yes. We sat on the edge of the platform with our feet hanging down and she asked me if I came up here to masturbate. I was so shocked to hear a girl ask that , that I actually said “yes” and blushed bright red. I was lost for words, but then blurted out “do girls masturbate too?” She said “sure”. Have you ever watched? I was in shock but did actually reply “no”. "Would you like to?" she said. I just got redder, but said “yes”.
Tracy stood up and quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out. Then she lay down on her back and looked at me. I may have been shaking but I could not speak. I just sat there staring at her. “Aren't you going to pull my skirt up so you can see?” she said. I know my hands were shaking , but I lifted her skirt and pulled it up over her chest. I don't think that I had ever seen a bare girl crotch before and certainly not up close like this. My face was burning and I couldn't look her in the eye, but kept staring at her bare legs and crotch. “do you like it?” she said. She asked if I wanted to touch it, but I was too embarrassed to say yes.
She asked if I could see OK and I said her pubic hair covered it a lot but I could see OK. She took both hands and pulled the hair away from her slit to show me where she was going to rub and let me bend over to look up close. I was too embarrassed to speak, but too excited to take my eyes away. Tracy started to rub in a circular motion that gradually got faster. She started making soft noises and got a strange expression on her face until finally her knees started shaking and her pink painted fingernails stopped moving. I started breathing again.
After a few minutes of silence, Tracy said she had to go on home. She didn't put her panties back on, but folded them neatly, and put them into her fanny pack. She told me to go down first and she would follow. By the time we got down, my face was beet red and I was as hard as I have ever been.