I'm typically a shy girl. I haven't had a lot of sexual experiences in my youth. It's not because I'm not pretty, I'm tall and thin with strong legs, long dark brown hair, deep green eyes and B cups. I was just always too scared to be intimate with guys. But behind this meek exterior are raging hormones, being a teenage girl and all. So naturally I released the tension by masturbating almost every night. I'd strip down to a t-shirt and panties, climb under my sheets and go wild. I especially loved rubbing my clit - it's my favorite toy - until I was satisfied. Sometimes I would keep going until I had 3 or 4 orgasms before I could fall asleep. Solo Touch has helped me through many nights alone, so I think its time I contribute back to help those like me cum and cum hard ;)
My best friend was a boy (I never got along with girls my age so much) named Matt who worked with me at Subway. I was 18 at the time and he was 20. I had been on a couple dates with his best friend, but it didn't work out. Probably because I was so quiet on dates. So I never thought anything more than a friendship could develop with Matt. But Matt had starred in a few of my sexual fantasies at night. He had curly brown hair, beautiful brown almost reddish eyes, and a great smile. I often stared at his broad shoulders when he wasn't looking. I didn't doubt he had had experience with girls, which made me both jealous and nervous, but he never told me about girls, so I assumed he wasn't dating much.
Anyway, one day me and Matt were at his house watching TV in his room. I was wearing a white tank top and black shorts, and he had on a black band t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts. He was still living at home with his mom while he went to school, but she was already asleep in her room. We were playing around as we usually did, play fighting and insulting each other in harmless ways.
'I can't believe you've never seen this movie!' Matt said, referring to some college comedy movie, full of guys getting wasted and girls getting naked. Definitely a guy movie.
'That's because it SUCKS,' I playfully jibed at him.
'No, your taste in movies SUCK,' he devilishly grinned at me and poked me in my side, (one of) my most sensitive spots. I jumped and yelped, and got my revenge by tickling his feet, his kryptonite. He lurched his feet back and jumped on top of me and we wrestled and tickled each other and laughed uncontrollably. I tried to push him off but he was strong - I could tell as I squeezed his biceps with my pathetically weak hands. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs as I took in the image of Matt's defined body hovering over me as he pinned me down. We stopped laughing and looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. My heart was pounding. I wanted him to kiss me hard and rip off my clothes and screw me so bad, but I didn't know how to convey that longing to him.
After what seemed like an eternity, he broke the stare and rolled off of me, still panting. I wanted to know so desperately what was going through his head at that moment. I looked down to see him staring up at the ceiling, his feet at my head and mine at his head. And then I noticed the outline of his penis slightly pushing against his zipper. My heart skipped a beat. I could feel a wetness forming between my legs. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to go home and finger my wet pussy while I imagined what Matt's hard dick looked like. Nothing prepared me for what happened next.
I hadn't noticed Matt was stroking my leg gently with his hand. It felt amazing. I casually opened my legs a little more so he could get a better feel. His hand travelled up and down my inner thigh, each stoke getting closer to my throbbing pussy. I don't know where my courage came from, but when his fingers were inches from my crotch, I slid closer to him so that his hand went right up the leg of my shorts and right onto my nicely shaven vulva. We both let out a quiet moan when this happened. He didn't take his hand out of my shorts, but instead started rubbing my wet slit. My eyes closed, enjoying with this new experience.
Matt got more and more adventurous and finally pushed his fingers deep into my hole. I gasped at the wonderful feeling. 'Mmmm...' he sighed and pulled out his soaked fingers and rubbed my wetness into my swollen clit. He continued to rub and flick my sensitive clit, going faster and harder every few seconds. I squirmed and moaned and could feel my panties and even my shorts getting damp. I took a second glance at his shorts and saw a clearly defined tent had been pitched, his poor dick aching to get out. Without hesitating I unzipped Matt's shorts and pulled out his swollen penis through the flap in his boxers. It was magnificent. The head was turning deep red and was slick with precum, and his thick shaft felt smooth and rock hard in my hand.
I began rubbing the precum all over the head and massaging it, and then grabbing his cock by the shaft and stroking it. 'Oh god, that feels so good,' Matt cried as he began pounding my pussy with two fingers. My hips rose in the air with the motion of his fingers and my breaths got shorter. I pulled on his erection harder and faster and watched it grow in my hand. 'Don't stop,' he begged. I was so turned on I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt the pressure building between my legs as Matt shoved his fingers inside of me.
'Uhhnnn,' I growled,' Matt...' He pushed deeper and faster sensing my impending climax. My hips bucked in the air as the white hot intense sensation was released, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy. I cried out his name again before collapsing on the mattress. But I didn't soon forget about his release. I increased the pace of my stroking his rock hard dick until I was sure I was hurting him. But he seemed to be enjoying it immensely until finally he muttered in a deep, raspy voice, 'Ohh Lindsey, I'm gonna cum!' In less than a second after he said that, ropes of hot, white cum shot out of the end of his rigid member and onto my shirt and the bed. Once he finished, he opened his eyes and looked at me, an appearance of pure bliss on his face. I smiled at him, both grateful for him satisfying me as well as happy to have made him feel good. We cleaned ourselves up and cuddled in each others arms, alternating between kissing and just holding each other.