I shared a dorm room with my best friend during my freshman year. Later in college, we shared an apartment together with two other friends. In that span, we started masturbating together, which made us better friends.
My best friend of many years and I went to the same local college, and naturally decided to room together. It was a blast - we got along great and were loving the college lifestyle, and we felt closer than ever. One night, in the middle of the night, I was having trouble sleeping. As I lay in the dark, I could hear her breathing heavily. I could see just enough to notice her comforter moving rhythmically. I knew what she was doing. I was in awe. Between the stress of insomnia, and how much knowing she was getting herself off worked me up, I knew I had to get off. I reached under the covers, and used my fingers to give myself the pleasure and release I needed. I shifted gently to open my legs wider, and the sound and movement made my roommate stop, and jerk her head toward me. I could just make out her face peering towards me. I turned my head and we made eye contact. Nothing was said - I turned my head, and finished, quietly. Slowly, she did too. The next day, we acknowledged nothing. This went on for weeks - periodically finding common times to get off, in the dark, glancing at each other in silence. This went on for weeks before she finally was the one to bring it up. It was as simple as her, one morning, just blurting out "so last night was fun.." I laughed nervously. We both acknowledged that we had been enjoying the mutual masturbation sessions, across the room. I am bi, and would have been open for more. She is not, though, and made it clear that she enjoyed getting off in the close proximity, but wanted to leave it at that. We became close than ever. It opened the flood gates, for us to talk about our sexuality, masturbation/fantasy/technique, and to discuss intimate details of encounters we had with others. She would describe trysts she had with boyfriends, and the hottest things they did, and I would do the same. Sometimes, we would talk about our sex lives, facing each other, and casually rubbing. She had no shame at that point, of undressing, and openly fingering herself in front of me. I loved seeing how wet she got, and the shuddering orgasms she would build to, as I told her a story. I got off harder than ever, watching her stare at my wide open legs, and the wetness inside, rubbing herself aggressively. Her boyfriends never knew that these sessions were a part of her sexual needs.
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