So Simple

I'd tell you the "before" story of her but the thing is as far as this site is concerned there really isn't any other than she'd been a senior, I'd been a sophomore totally smitten with her and... well, you can fill in the rest. Yeah, actually, that's it.  Except, I had no idea that she'd had some ideas about me, as well. That is, not until about 10 hours previously, when we'd bumped into each other returning from parties both pretty well hammered, and we'd gone up to her room and ... just talked.  

So, this Sunday afternoon after she had graduated, I was helping her move her stuff out of her room. And near the last thing she does is she's pulling stuff out from under her bed as I'm sitting on it, blankets, sweatshirt, some books, a package of ... condoms(!) a couple of magazines....

I must have been staring for a second before I realized what I was looking at. Wow, she has Play...wait, what ... GIRLS?!?  

(OK, I'll admit I'd kinda gotten my hopes up there for a few seconds, and at that time I hadn't really thought that women much looked at porn but ... girls looking at nude girls....WooHooo!!!  And... no.  But, hey, if the beefcake pics did it for her like Playboy pics did it for me, I could appreciate that.)

"You want those?" she was looking at me and smirking. 

"What...oh, no. I... I didn't know there was a Playgirl." After our conversation the previous night, apparently she wasn't at all surprised. "For a second I thought they were Playboys." I didn't elaborate on the path my mind had quickly jumped to from there and she didn't comment on the potential implications.  "Which would be more my speed."  Then, I really tried NOT to think of her nude on her bed masturbating to the pics of the nude guys.  Yeah... I failed. 

She smiled. 

"I guess what's good for the gander's good for the goose?" I asked. I'd actually never known, and certainly never asked, if a girl I knew looked at porn while she masturbated.  

"Oh, yeah..." she said (and not without a fair bit of enthusiasm, I'd noted) as she'd resumed rooting around under the bed. Socks, notebooks, highlighters ... more socks (at least now THAT question had been answered.)  A few other odds and ends then she held up a small plastic bottle. 

"Want this?"  she said and handed it to me. 

I took it and looked at it:  I didn't recognize the name or the product before I'd turned the bottle around.

"What is it?"

"Lubricant." 

Lubricant? Wait, what...you mean? 

I'd almost said, "Yeah, like I have any need for sexual lubricant," but immediately thought better of it. "Yeah, OK," I said, suddenly realizing that she must have known that I knew that she knew exactly what I'd be doing with it, and that, rather than the other, is what she'd meant.

"It'll be better than the hand lotion," she said. 

"Yeah?"

"It's much more slippery."

"Really? That sounds good."

Another smile. 

And after we'd said our goodbyes and hugged and kissed for a minute or two, during which I'd quickly started to harden up while we'd held each other, then we took the last of her stuff out of her room, locked the door, and went downstairs and outside and put the last tow small boxes with the rest of her stuff to load up her car, then sat at the bottom of the dorms steps for a minute or two holding hands, not saying anything, and then we got up and she introduced me to her parents when they drove the car up and got out (wondering  "who the heck is this guy?" I was sure.)  Then she was in the car waving goodbye and off they drove. 

"Who was that?"  I turned around to see my mother and father, who had apparently arrived and been inside while R____ and I had been upstairs. 

"A friend," I said. "R____."

"She's really pretty," said my mom. 

Yeah, no kidding. 

"She just graduated."

"She's not going to be back next year?"

Didn't I just...? 

"No, she's not." .......................................................... 

A couple of weeks later I was upstairs, back in my old room at home, just returned from my summer job. My parents were outside on the deck and wouldn't be back in until after dinner (which I'd be cooking) and I needed to shower and change. But having at least the inside of the house to myself, I wasn't going to miss the opportunity. 

I quickly stripped down to masturbate. 

I flopped down on my bed and reaching into the cubby on the headboard, got the little bottle of lube  - "KY" liquid - from behind some books. Not like I hadn't jerked off the last two weeks, but I'd just done it in the shower after work a few times, fast & stealthy; no big deal - just get 'er done and release the tension; no muss, no fuss; no one the wiser.  But it had been three or four days now since I'd done it, and I kinda wanted to make it last and have a nice, fun cum. 

(Which was not as easy to do when I was back with my parents and kid sister for the summer, as an adult. Yeah, I worried about that s--t.  At 15 or 16 I didn't care if they knew (they did) that I masturbated with great enthusiasm. That's what hormonal teens do, right?  But, back from college for the summer and 19 and "playing with myself?"  How embarrassing!

No, it doesn't have to make sense. I suspect some of you know exactly where I'm coming form, though. 

I flicked open the top of the lube bottle and saw the little plastic cover was still there. Huh. She'd never even opened it. Well, that was better than her giving me a bottle with just a couple squirts left, right?  Yup.  'Here ya go...I used almost all of it up f***ing my brains out, but you can jerk off with the dregs.' Ah, no. Not the time to winge about missed opportunities, and she didn't think of me like that, anyway, I knew now.

I peeled off the sticky cover settling back into my pillows, squirted a good dollop into my right hand shut the bottle and took ahold of myself. 

Oh, OK!  This does feel nice...  

I rolled my hand around my soft penis, slicking it up and and then gently pulled on it. 

Wow, it really is slippery!

I flipped my hand around the other way, and slid it down on me, going into my fist thumb-side first, then pulled it back, wondering if this might be what a blow-job felt like. I often did this as I hardened-up, but this time it felt so much better.  I was quickly getting excited and switched over to my usual fist-grip before I was fully hard and gripping tightly, discovered that with the lube, my hand still slid right up and down my shaft.

She was right: this stuff was SO much better than lotion!  

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!Wow! This is going to feel great!

I teased myself with just a couple fingers, then did the the thumb and finger circle and I was hardened up in no time. I adjusted my hips and back and head against the mattress & pillows, closed my eyes, went back to the simple fist grip, and went to town.  As when I'd still been soft, I could grip myself pretty hard and still my hand would slide effortlessly up and down my shaft without catching on the sensitive skin. I'd been circumcised, so there was only so much "play" - if any - left to me when I was fully erect. You gripped too tight, you'd get chafed. So...lubricant, right?  Yeah...it did the trick.

Wow!

For the first time, I stroked myself with lube, and absolutely loved it. 

I discovered, not only was vastly more slippery, it just felt so much better. Cool then warm but so wet...not at all like the always somewhat sticky / oily / clingy lotion. Lotion had been OK, but now...If lotion had been a "C+" ok maybe a "B-" 'cause I'd some great jerk-offs(!)., this stuff was "A" material, no question! 

I could stroke gently, just barely gripping myself, go slower, go faster, grip tighter. And...my hand just kept sliding and gliding, up and down, up and down, up and down. I wasn't even thinking about R_____ or anything, actually, except how fantastic it felt doing myself with that lube!  

And then it was all over in less time than it's taken me now to write this part from the time I'd stripped down. I mean, I probably lasted about 5 minutes. I was going at it hard and fast at one point and got that feeling I could go all the way but instead of pulling back and making it last as I'd first intended, I masturbated even faster, really just to see if I could. 

Yeah, this time rode that incline and went over the top and roared into that dip and launched into that pleasure ride more quickly than I ever had before: I went through each distinct phase but it was all in a matter of seconds. 

I was really surprised at what I was feeling and thinking, wow!...it's never been like THIS before!  I was like oh yeah, I'm gonna cum I'm, oh... OK... here I go!!!

Whack... whack... whack, whack, whack... whack,whack,whack - 

Oh this is good! 

Whack,whack,whack,whack -

Wait...not yet!

Whack...whack,whack,whack -

NO I GOTTA DO IT! 

Whackwhackwhaackwhacwhack!!!

OH F**K!!!!

Whack,whack,whackwhackwhackwhack!!!

F**KYEAAAHHH, YEAH!!!

Whackwhackwha..squeeze...whackwhackwhack!!!!

UHHHH....! AAHHHHH!!!!

Whaaccckkkk,whaaacccckkk,whaacccckkk!!Ohhhhhhhh....uhhh.....ohhhhh....

So as was losing it so fast I was happy & surprised and  I'd opened my eyes and watched my hand flying up and down on my dick way faster than I could have done - ever did do - with the lotion and then I just exploded and shot really quickly in a couple long spurts all up to my chest and jerked my hips a couple of times and shivered all over as I came really, really hard. I mean, this was like a revelatory orgasm or something. I'd never had sex or even had anyone else get me off but I'd just kinda blown my own mind as I'd climaxed this time, it was that different of a feeling and that good. 

I kept working myself through my climax, another thing I wasn't really able to do with the lotion, and surprisingly found it less overstimulating, if that makes sense, to grip myself really tightly and keep pumping myself after I'd ejaculated but was still spasming and shuddering...and my orgasm just sorta kept going for awhile! 

Well, it seemed like, anyway. Of course, it quickly faded and I eased off on my poor member as I started to calm down. After,  I'd just lain there for several minutes, so relaxed, kinda dazed and amazed, noting my dick was, huh...still hard and bright red(!?) - OK, that's different - but not at all sore, thinking that had been soooo f***ing good!  I remember then hearing my mom or dad doing something in the kitchen downstairs as I lay there and wondered if they'd heard the squelching sound of a guy vigorously "doing his thing" or a moan (had I moaned?) or the bed creaking (damn thing always creaked if I moved around...yeah they'd have heard that. Oh, well!)