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Sharing Pleasure

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Sharing Pleasure by Scott Brooks (explorerscott@yahoo.com)I am in my early thirties and am writing about a sexual experience for the first time. This is quite a step for me, as I had a pretty conservative upbringing, sexually speaking. I have always had a very strong sex drive and masturbate at least once on most days (even on the days I have sex). It has always been a private activity, something I neither shared nor talked about with others (I often felt somewhat guilty about it). If masturbation ever came up in conversation, it was often in the context of a joke. Then, along came the web! Since I enjoyed masturbation so much, I figured there might be others who feel the same way. It was great finding sites like this one and others, which dealt with masturbation in such an affirming way. I was incredibly turned on by the stories and frequently stroked myself intensely while reading them. I’ve had a lot of incredible orgasms thanks to all of the people who have posted stories.Not only did the stories interest me and get me off, they also changed me in other ways. I realized that not only did I enjoy masturbating, I also got into thinking about others doing it, and thinking about watching others and being watched. I became bolder about where and when I masturbated. Sometimes, I would leave the curtains slightly open. A few times, I went out on the balcony to do it. I began to occasionally stroke myself in the car or in the office.This leads to the story I’m going to tell. It involves me and a woman, Jen, who had been a platonic friend for years. We had met in college and quickly became close friends. Most of the time that we had known each other, each of us was in a relationship with someone else (which was the case when this story unfolded). Last year, I went to an out-of-town convention in the city where Jen lived. She had moved away a couple of years earlier; we kept in touch by the occasional phone call or e-mail. I was really looking forward to seeing her.We had a wonderful night together - lots of great conversation, a good meal, some wine, music, laughter. Both of us enjoy smoking nature’s finest, so we shared some. It was about 11:00, we were both feeling great and then the subject turned to sex. We had talked about sex every so often, but always in the context of our relationships (good times we’d had with our partners, problems, questions). We began talking about the “drive disparity” that exists between us and our partners. It turns out that Jen and I are both “high drive” people, while our partners are a bit lower. Both of us, we admitted, masturbate daily. As I had been traveling quite a bit that month and staying with family and friends, it had been difficult to indulge myself regularly. When I really let go, I have difficulty controlling my voice, and I can be pretty loud. I think that, at times, people have heard me (I try stifling it, but often to no avail). That, and the concern about making a mess, led me to skip a few nights of pleasure. I admitted this to her, and the conversation that followed went like this: Jen laughed and said, “Well, don’t deny yourself tonight. I don’t mind if you make noise. I don’t want you to have to be uncomfortable, so just be totally natural and do what you want.”“Thanks,” I said, “I take it you’re probably going to as well.”“Well, given that we’ve been talking about it for a while, I’m sure I will.”“I’m the same way,” I smiled, “If I start thinking about it - or hearing it (I used to hear the woman upstairs from me come - it always aroused me), or seeing it - I want to do it. You know, I’ve been reading stories of people who do it together. Who share their pleasure in a safe, fun way - just watching, being watched. What do you think of that?”She paused. “It seems interesting. It makes sense in this day and age. It seems like the safest form of sex there is.”There was another pause. I was thinking about taking the next step and telling her I wanted to do it with her. She surprised me when she said, smiling, “I think I’d be interested. Yes...that would be fun. We should try it.”I broke out in a big grin. My heart was beating quickly and I felt my cock stir. I was going to have the kind of experience I’d only read and fantasized about. We went into her bedroom. We stood watching each other and, slowly, layer by layer, we undressed. She took off her shirt and revealed a white, satin bra. She slid down her jeans, revealing her white, cotton panties. I took a breath. My face grew hotter. I get very turned on by seeing a woman in her panties, particularly (for some reason) just plain cotton panties. Not that I have anything against black lace thongs, it’s just that there’s something about what’s simple and natural, what I suspect many women actually wear for comfort, that really turns me on. I was really turned on in this situation because I knew she hadn’t “prepared” for the evening by wearing something overtly “sexy.” So, she was just being herself, totally natural, and that’s what I find so arousing. I walked closer to her. She took off her bra and ran her hands lightly over her breasts. I love her breasts - they are natural, small breasts with erect, sensitive nipples. They suit her perfectly. I sat on the edge of the bed and she walked right in front of me. I could see little curls of pubic hair from the sides of her panties, which sent another wave of arousal through my body. She slid off her panties and, sure enough, she had a beautiful, thick, dark bush. I was so turned on. I had been undressing as well, and by this time, I was very hard. We stood naked in front of each other and just looked at each other’s bodies. My hand went to my cock and gave it a squeeze; her hand slipped between her legs. “Let’s get on the bed,” she said.We both lied down on the bed, heads on our pillows, bodies almost touching. We began talking about sexual fantasies we have, about how and when we like to masturbate, about what turns us on. We both got into it very quickly and all traces of awkwardness vanished. We were breathing more heavily, rubbing ourselves more insistently; the arousal just took over. We talked to each other throughout. Sometimes, we would tell each other how great the other looked, how much it was turning us on. “I love watching you rub your pussy. Make yourself feel good, Jen. You look so hot.” “You look great stroking yourself, Scott. I love seeing the precum drip down.”Sometimes, we’d tell each other how we were feeling. We were doing a lot of moaning, building up, getting closer. Sometimes, we’d be on our backs, sometimes on our sides watching each other. I felt myself getting closer. “Let’s get to the edge. We’ll get close together.” “I’m getting there,” she panted, “Oh, it’s so good. Mmm, I’m really close.” “Let’s wait. Just a little more. Oh God...” “I’m really fucking wet. I can’t hold back much longer.” “I feel the head of my cock swelling. I’m filled up with come. I’m going to shoot soon.” “My clit it so hot and hard. I’m jamming my fingers inside. I’m going to come!” “Let go for me, Jen, let it all out. Come for me.” Suddenly, her body grew very rigid and straight. Her legs clamped together, her face tightened up, and she began to shake, vibrating as if there were rapid pulses of energy coursing through her body. It was beautiful to watch. She breathed hard and gasped. That sent me over. I screamed out as the first stream of cum shot out of my cock. It landed on her arm and the bed between us. My cock kept shooting, and I was grunting and moaning. It went on my shoulder, chest and stomach. Afterward, we both sighed contentedly, drifting in the warmth of the afterglow. We listened to each other’s breathing and every so often, sighed again. Our breathing slowed down, and we both gradually came back to earth.She giggled. “That was great. Really great.” “I loved watching you. I can’t believe how much it turned me on,” I told her. I added, “It’s liberating to be able to share it with someone, not to have to hide it. From now on, we can be totally open with each other.” She said, “I’ve never done anything like that before - I’m not sure why. It was wonderful. You looked so good shooting your cum.”Now, we have a special kind of “erotic friendship.” We’re both in relationships with others, so we never have oral sex or intercourse with each other. But we love to masturbate together. We get off together over the phone once in a while and, when we’re lucky enough to see each other (a few times a year), we always end up sharing incredible orgasms together.I am enjoying this newly discovered openness about masturbation, and hope to share it with other women who are interested. I love phone sex - it’s incredibly arousing to hear someone’s voice as they get turned on and come. If any women are interested in talking about these topics, or perhaps sharing a fun conversation, I’m definitely up for exploring. Masturbation has so much to recommend it - it’s safe, it’s free, it’s healthy (lowers stress, releases endorphines, stimulates blood flow, works off calories) and it’s a wholly positive and affirming experience. Opening up about it, and sharing it with others, can be exciting and liberating. Thanks to all of you on the web who have helped me experience this.