I was 23, at university, sharing a room. I'd known Jen for years, she was in a youth project I used to run in London, and I've always been attracted to her. For some reason, the inappropriateness of my desire for her heightens the lust, makes me instantly erect for her. She simply has to text me, or email, and that's enough to have me bulging.
I finally summoned up the courage to tell her this, when she was 18 and I was 23. I texted her to tell her I was struggling with inappropriate thoughts about her, and the reply was instant-'what kind of inappropriate?' I told her how badly I wanted to touch her, to make her entire body feel such pleasure, how much I wanted to tease her stiff erect nipples.
Her texts back to me began to contain more and more bad spelling-I asked if she was texting one handed, and she told me she was. By this time, I was under my duvet in my shared room, at about 1.45am, and I couldn't tell if my room mate was asleep or not! I was so hard it hurt, literally, my cock was straining in my shorts, precum was dribbling as I imagined her lovely firm breasts in my hands, me squeezing them, teasing her long nipples, her own hand slipping between her perfect thighs and slowly brushing her clit.
I began to tug on my enormous erection under the duvet, trying not to let on to my room mate that I was wanking my cock, tugging my foreskin back and forth over my head. Slow work, but felt so good! Eventually I got a text from her saying 'ahem, finished' and the knowledge that she'd cum over me for the first time sent me over the edge. I shot my load all over my duvet, and there started a text relationship that still goes on today.