We were about twelve then, and surprisingly innocent, in retrospect. The first time we did switch-about masturbation, it was unplanned and unexpected as could be. But Jill's fingers on my cunt were fantastically more satisfying than my own had been, and I couldn't wait to return the compliment. She agreed in full, and our relationship entered a whole new phase. Instead of each girl watching the other play with her cunny, we'd get into freaky twists and postures and do it to one another. Jill was more inquisitive, and she initiated the lip-to-nipple aspect, which I really got off on.

We never actually got up to eating one another, because at the time we'd never heard of such things. But we did every thing that one girl can do to another with hands and fingers. Jill even invented the technique of using her stiff nipples to tickle the lips of my gash. That felt good, no matter whether I was giving or receiving.

But it was only a phase. Both of us shied off from it about the same time. It was really amazing how much alike Jill and I were. Sometimes I'd be at home by myself, thinking something, and I'd realize that Jill was thinking the very same thing at the very same moment. Or at least it seemed so. Anyway, during the summer between eighth and ninth grade, we quit playing girl games with each other. I still did myself, when I was alone, and I knew darned well Jill did, too, but we didn't make parties out of it any longer. Why, I don't know. For a while it seemed very embarrassing even when I only thought about it, and I wondered if maybe I shouldn't quit hanging around Jill so I wouldn't have to remember how sweaty and excited we'd gotten rolling around on the big bed in her room.

But we didn't drift apart. We had other things to keep us together. Jill's parents had plenty of money, unlike mine, but she didn't act rich and conceited the way some kids at school did. In a lot of ways, we were like sisters.