One day in college I was laying naked on my boyfriend’s twin bed in his dorm room. He had just finished fucking me to a pretty good orgasm and gone down to the dining hall to get some breakfast. I took a wet wipe from the drawer and wiped his cum off my chest, then realized I was still pretty wet and tingly between my legs. I casually lowered my hand to my wet pussy and started touching myself. Pretty soon the casual touching got more serious and it occurred to me that I was well on the way to an orgasm. I started rubbing faster, my fingers racing across my clit, feeling myself building closer and closer to a really hard cum, when suddenly I heard someone fumbling at the door.
Realizing immediately it wasn’t my boyfriend, I made a little noise like, “Eeeeeee!”, stopped rubbing myself and jumped under the covers. My boyfriend’s friend walked in. Seeming completely oblivious to the fact that I was naked under the blankets, he said, “Sorry I just came back to get a book,” then immediately started talking about a new death mage character named King Willy he was creating for his RPG campaign. And talking. And talking. And talking...
This went on for like ten minutes as my panic turned to irritation and then to horniness (I had been just about to get off when he walked in). I seriously thought about just reaching down under the covers and rubbing off while he was standing right there talking, but I wasn’t crazy enough or desperate enough to actually do it in front of him. Finally I said, “L, I’m naked under here. I need you to leave so I can finish getting dressed.”
He turned a deep red, nodded and said, “Sure.” He left and closed the door behind him. I threw off the covers, reached down between my legs and prepared to finish myself off. At that moment, he opened the door and said, “Next time I really wanna tell you about King Willy’s sidekick Big Jimmy—“
This time he did get a good look at my flushed skin and hard pink nipples, though I still don’t think he realized I was about to masturbate. He blushed even harder, said, “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” and shut the door again. I jumped up, locked it this time, then laid back down and rubbed my soaking wet pussy to a hard bed-shaking orgasm in less than three minutes with no more interruptions.
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