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Another reason to explore my youth.

Posted by: Age: 19 - 17 then Posted on: 13 comments
14 likes 8340 views Category: Masturbation Female-Male Tags: Teens, experimenting, masturbation, exhibitionism
I am young, curious and adventurous and for me it is much to early to commit to a steady relationship. But how and when do you know that you are ready for steady?

At the time this happened I had a 'steady' boyfriend, at least I thought I had because 3 month with the same boy is steady, right? He was cute and nice and he loved sex as much as I did, but he also was claiming me too much, at least too much to my liking. Whenever I talked to other guys or did hang out with girlfriends, he became jealous, he took all my 'space' away. Then one day I became aware that I loved attention and the notion that I was desired more than a steady relationship. Of course there were all kind of hidden signals but I will tell you what made me realize what made my ship really rock, my pussy wet and my orgasms mind blowing. In my class was a boy, cute and handsome but I never thought of him in a sexual way. At school we spend lots of time together, talking and reasoning about worldly problems, we studied together and we were close friends, but not sexually. Then one day, we just finished our tests for the year we were in the school cafeteria talking about music when he invited me to his home. Until then we had never spend time together outside school, my girlfriends were gone already and why not? The sort of music he preferred was interesting and different and I loved to hear more. It was mid-afternoon and his parents weren't home, we went to his bedroom. A typical boy?s bedroom and the only comfortable place for me to sit and listen to his music was on his bed, an old two sleeper still in the mess as he must have let it that morning. Our conversations, as usual were more than superficial chit-chat, we questioned each other about what sort of music we prefer in what mood. Also as usual I was getting kind of aroused, maybe because I was alone with a boy in his bedroom or the scent of young boy?s hormones, anyway my arousal made my answers and questions ambiguous. And, I don?t think he minded. I asked him what kind of music he preferred during masturbating, kind of jokingly serious and added; I assume you masturbate as all boys do. Somewhat ablush he answered; of course, don?t you? I didn't answer but a suppressed smile and the expression on my face said enough. He started a new song on his player and gave me an earplug, he used the other one. The thought that he had masturbated on this music made me horny. The same happened to him, he was sitting opposite to me, cross-legged, and a bulge was expanding in his shorts. Our conversation was silent but the sparkles in his blue eyes and a secret vibe were telling me that something exciting was going to happen. His voice was high-strung and soft; do you masturbate often? Yes, do you? Yes, how often? Kind of every day, at least. Me too, he answered, still kind of nervous. Do you think all girls do that; I guess so, I do, I love it, I said with a twitchy voice and smiled. I could see the hardon in his sport shorts, pushing the fabric and made it move with his pulses. This talk and the knowledge that he was as horny as I was made me more confident. The song had already ended long before. To see a girl masturbate is the best and most beautiful thing on earth; I fantasize about it when I masturbate. His voice still sounded nervous when he said that but then more self-assured he asked; do you want to hear another song? He didn't wait for my answer. I rested back and listened to the music. He was watching me and slowly I moved my hands down to touch myself. His eyes were sparkling from lusty joy. I was so horny and my clit was throbbing in anticipation to be touched. I opened my jean-shorts, slipped a hand in and touched my clit, shoots of fun went from there through my belly up to my nipples. My other hand slipped under my top to touch my boobies. Pinching my hard nipples brought me to a point of no return. My desire together with the thrill that he was watching did let go of all my initial restraints. Lust took control over my mind, my top was over my boobs, I took my shorts off and masturbated for him with a hand in my panties. I hadn't been this horny for a while, I was soaking and my clit was engorged and hard, it felt wonderful, this was the thing that I had been fantasizing about for some time. Masturbating for a boy, making a boy hard and longing, a boy that has the patience to watch and wait to see my hotness and orgasm. And this was only the beginning; I really wanted to give him the show of his life. By now he had lowered his shorts and underwear, his dick was hard and pointing towards me, still sitting cross-legged he moved his hand up and down, slowly and cautiously. His yearning eyes focused on me and my by panties covered hand on my pussy. But before giving him full sight I teased him by lifting the side of my panties, giving him a glance on my wet swollen lips. By now my bra was pushed away and with my other hand I played with my breasts and nipples, I played my naughty game, moving his attention from my pussy to my boobs and back. And he played his role as grateful victim of my exhibitionistic lust, patiently waiting for my next move. And I loved it. The urge to show him my full nakedness and my desirous orgasm craving pussy became unbearable. I was going to give him a grand finale, first I proudly posed my bare boobies massaging them with both hands and as a last piece I kicked my panties off. Again resting my back into his pillow I spread my legs giving him full sight on me and my hotness. He was still sitting in the same position, his hard dick pointing up and drops of pre-cum made his exposed purple glance glisten. His smile was naughty and grateful. I had masturbated for others before but this time the excitement was different, more intense than ever before. The thrill and desire to masturbate for him, someone that had never seen me naked before, someone that respected and liked me for what I was, made it very special. My pussy was super aroused, swollen and wet; my clit was throbbing and showing its engorged glance. I looked at myself; I saw and felt the tickling of honey dripping down between my butt cheeks. He watched me when I moved the skin up and down over my clit glance; carefully slow not to orgasm, yet. You are beautiful, he murmured, holding his dick not to ejaculate, yet. His look was cute and endearing; his face was flushed from excitement. My orgasm was mind blowing, when I rested back still rosy in the afterglow with little spasms of joy he rested besides me. One arm cuddled over my shoulder, with his other he made himself come, he ejaculated on his chest and tummy, spurt after spurt. Then we rested, looked at each other and kissed. This was the best I have ever had in my life, you are beautiful and a special kind of a girl; he said. I only smiled and gave him another kiss. I would love to become your masturbation buddy; he whispered in my ear and answered my kiss. ........................... Pfff, this story became much longer than I intended to, what I wanted to say is, that after the above 'adventure' I realized that I wanted to explore more 'opportunities' with boys as well as girls and that I dontt want to commit to one person for the time being. I broke up with my boyfriend at that time and have enjoyed several similar experiences after that.

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