Mind Games?

So…let’s take a couple of ‘givens’ before we start. 

1) girls talk about periods and sex routinely.

2) girls talk about everything from cock size to when they last had sex, and what they did.

3) girls talk about what they’d LIKE to happen - and some of that can be pretty extreme. 

So…what happens to us while we’re having these highly intimate and very explicit discussions? The answer is simple. We get horny. In groups, we might not show it or allow ourselves to respond to it, but just lately I’ve been having a few of these conversations 1:1, and that, my lovelies, proved to be a very different story. 

Meet Alice. We were in one of my pubs, chatting in a corner over coffee and toast. I haven’t seen Alice for a long time, and well, you know what a catch up can be like. As usual, sex reared its head and we went through what I’m realising more and more is a predictable ‘flight plan’. Periods first, sex second, intimate details of real-life happenings third, and wishes and hopes fourth. 

Alice had told me that sex with her husband was peaks and troughs, to use her expression. ‘Sometimes, it’s feckin’ amazin’ while other times, it’s….meh!” Well ‘meh’ needs unpacking. ‘What I mean is that we can get wild when we fuck, but other times, he puts it in, and we both cum, but it feels more like we’re masturbating into one another than we’re having sex with one another…it feels like a selfish act. “ Interesting. Hadn’t thought of that before. 

But we got onto hopes and dreams, and Alice has one. ‘My arse! I so want him to fuck me up my arse! I know I can take a cock up there because my dildo fits perfectly and it’s bigger than my husband.” So, why won’t he? Most men I’ve encountered consider being offered anal as the ultimate gift….hey…wait…no, that’s not quite right. One guy I know of thinks if he rucks his partner up the arse, it will ‘make me gay’. 

So we talked about anal for a while, and I felt myself wetting up, which made me wonder if Alice was too. The more detail I went into the more antsy she began to look, and the more I noticed…..red flush up her neck…widely dilated pupils…nostrils dilated….breathing heavy and deep…voice pitch lowering….damn….no question…this girl was ready! 

Writing here has helped my ability to talk about sex, and I described a couple of detailed anal events to her. This was followed by absolute silence. 

And I realised that, quietly, unobtrusively, under the table, we had both been masturbating, and the moment I finished talking, we had both cum in our panties. I let the moment dissipate before asking “Alice, have you just cum?” She smiled, “Yeah…you too?” I admitted that I had as well. This led to what got us off. She got off imagining the feelings I was getting while being fucked up the bum, while I got off on the feeling she would be getting when it happened to her.

And then we have Jane. 

Usual conversation, usual progression, except her focus was masturbation. “Sure, there are days I can’t keep my hand out of my panties! I’m feckin’ dripping. I can cum without even touching myself.” (I was doing that at 14, sweetie.) Jane talked about her need for climaxes, and her sexual thoughts and again, I realised that as we talked, those same signs were there. Jane was getting worked up. As was I. It didn’t take long at all before I saw Jane squirming a little and she leaned over and said, “I’ve just cum.” 

So…theory….when girls talk about sex, we get aroused, but some of us go further and can orgasm without leaning back and shoving a hand down out pants….but what if we did. What if, when in a group of say five or six, one of us just undid our pants, shoved a hand down and went for it? 

Miss Brain considered the thought, nodded wisely and said, “Well, either it will be ok, or you’ll be five friends less. Your call.”

In the end, it was six of us, at my home, in my den, all sharing the disgustingly delicious details of our latest sexual escapades. One of us, having an affair with a married man had just introduced him to water sports. Another had almost had her first g/g experience “…an’ sure, didn’t I wank myself silly afterwards.” The others were straight sex, but the situations were interesting. One outdoors, another while being watched, and the watcher openly wanking, and one girl who had set her husband up with a friend and watched as he fucked her. “I’ve never been more turned on.”

Nor me. I grabbed the bull by whatever you grab bulls by and said, “Oh, fuck…sorry girls…you’ve got me so wet….I simply have to….” I was wearing jeans (by intent…I wanted to be able to stop if it all went horribly wrong) I un popped the button and slid down the zip. I was expecting a chorus of, “Ewww….what are you doing…oh for feck’s sake…..go and have a cold shower…” any/all of the above. 

What I got was total silence.  The kind of silence you couldn’t cut with a knife…you’d need a chainsaw. As my fingers edged under my panties, one of the other girls reached up her skirt. As she did so, I could see a large wet patch on her crotch. Then another…more wet,l if anything. Within thirty seconds, we were all rubbing our clits. 

The girl who had said she ‘almost’ had a g/g was sitting next to me, so I reached over and held her thigh. Her hand fell away and I found my way into her cut panties and fingered her. 

And then, just like that, we were cumming….gently, softly, but most definitely urgently. And not just once. I didn’t count, but my girl came three times, that I know….I have no idea about the others. It felt like we met up, had coffee, talked about sex, masturbated, orgasmed, had more coffee. 

For me, this was a totally new sexual experience. One I intended to test out further. 

I got the opportunity a few days later. There’s a guy I know who seems to be bi-sexual, or maybe isn’t quite sure what he is yet. I was in the library and we were quietly chatting way off in a corner. I noticed he was checking out a guy from time to time. I asked him suddenly and with no preamble “If I wasn’t here….if no-one was here….would you wank off over that guy right here, right now?” I urged him not to think….just answer. 

“Hell yeah….in fact if it was just you here, I’d still do it.” (He didn’t, but it proved the point.)

I believe we have spikes of arousal throughout the day, and it’s only social conditioning that prevents us acting on them. 

Just imagine how many girls will walk past you today who are not just moist, but properly wet. Imagine how many of them have just had sexual thoughts, or, for all you know, are heading right now to somewhere tto rub one out quietly. Imagine how many guys are covered in pre-cum. Imagine him having seen something that just triggered him. 

We have many sexual triggers, not all of which are ‘permitted’ these days…and once, I was one such trigger. When boys were admitted to my school, my little group of panty-flashers went out of our way to tease them. On occasion, this even included not wearing panties at all. We were 15…below the age of consent, but we put out all the signals imaginable. Also, it has to be said, two of us were ready in every sense for sex….legal or not. Sex comes from hormones, not some dusty law book. Cometh the hormones, cometh the feelings. It was always so, and will always be so. 

So, when a group of people are 100% comfortable with one another and are talking about highly arousing things, is it really any surprise that there will be some wet panties around and  that there will be some relief of those feelings afterwards by way of a quick cum?

If so, it’s not that surprising that given the right trigger, it might happen at the time. 

We are indeed strange and complex beings, eh?