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So, there I was.... by redhair74@yahoo.com (redhair74@yahoo.com)So there I was in my friend Diane's bedroom. We were both a littletipsy, and she was lying in her bed naked, under the covers, beginningto play with herself. It was a little strange being in this situationwith her since we had never done anything like it together before; themost we had ever done was kissed and cuddled just a few times in thepast, in sort of a playful way, also usually when we were drunk.But even though it was a little odd, I could not deny that it was veryarousing. Despite the fact that my feelings for her had always beenalmost like brother and sister, the fact was that we weren't brotherand sister and so we both knew that what we were doing was veryhealthy and natural.Although Diane was being rather more forward tonight than shepreviously had with me, she must have still been a little shy becauseshe was still under the covers, not allowing me to gaze at her lovelynaked body and her sweet little cunt. I was still wearing my boxersat this point but had removed everything else. As I watched her handsbegin to slowly move under the covers, my hard-on began to grow evenmore rigid, and was just begging to be stroked, so much that Icouldn't help myself. I pulled off my boxers, exposing my stiff cockin all its glory. A drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip of thehead. Diane looked towards me and giggled. "Wow, you must beenjoying this! Hey, you have a thick one!" Her voice was verybreathy and excited. I began to slowly stroke myself in long,leisurely motions, matching Diane's well-paced rhythm. I wanted tomake this last, to prolong the pleasure and enjoy every minute of it.We both kept stroking slowly for a few minutes. I was sitting on thecouch across from Diane's bed, completely naked, with my erect penisproudly jutting out from my body. Diane was still under the covers,but I could see she was also lovingly stroking herself with a nicesteady slow rhythm. We sat there stroking in silence for a fewminutes, mesmerized by the intense pleasure and excitement we wereboth experiencing. After a few minutes, Diane broke the silence byemitting a little laugh! I laughed too, it was kind of funny that wewere beating off together; but hey, it was also really fun! Thelaughter was just a friendly way of recognizing that fact!After a few more minutes of this mutual pleasure-fest, Diane said,"Hey, I'm getting kind of hot under these covers; I think maybe I'llbe like you and expose myself to the air." She kicked off the coversand I got to see a nice side view of her pale naked body lying on thebed. I got to see the entire length of her lovely long young legs. Because of the angle we were at, I could also see a little glimpse ofher fluffy pubic bush. There was a fairly prominent tuft of hairthere; it looked like she didn't shave or trim down there, which isfine with me. I like any kind of pubic hairstyle on a woman; I'm onefor variety.Diane continued stroking herself (as was I), and one thing I enjoyedabout watching her was the shape her hand made as she was beating herbeaver. I liked the way her fingers seemed to go all stretched andpointy, with a slight tenseness in them, and the different fingersseemed to be pointing in ever so slightly different angles. Somethingelse I loved about the way she was stroking herself was that she didsomething which I always do during my more-than-daily self pleasuringsessions, and that was that she would rub herself for a while at areasonably quick pace (but not too quick) and then all of a suddenslow down again for a few very leisurely long strokes, then speed upagain a little, then slow down, and so forth. She would repeat thisprocess again and again, teasing herself and being a very good loverto herself. I like doing exactly the same thing when I get off, and Idelighted in the knowledge that Diane was a kindred spirit.I could tell just from watching her that Diane masturbated a lot,which just made me like her even more, and really increased my respectand admiration for her. I think people who masturbate a lot generallymake better lovers, because we are so in tune with our bodies andcomfortable in our own bodies. We frequent masturbators also tend tohave a more relaxed and healthy attitude towards sex in general, Ibelieve.It was just so thrilling watching Diane's talented right hand performing a beautiful erotic dance of self-gratification which shehad no doubt performed literally thousands of times before. Herexperienced hand knew exactly what to do and how to do it. For bothof us, at that point our personal universes had shrunk to just a cock,a clit, a pair of hands, and two hot horny young naked bodies,immersed in a heated orgy of mutual auto-eroticism.At this point, both of us were making kind of squishy and slappingnoises while we wanked. A lot of pre-cum had been forming at the tipof my thick veiny purple-headed cock, and Diane was no doubt extremelywell-lubricated at this point. After some more stroking, while I wasjust hypnotized by the sheer abundance of erotic energy in the room,Diane said to me, "Hey, why don't you come over here on the bed nextto me? There's enough room for both of us, and it's probably morecomfortable than that couch!"I certainly didn't need to be asked twice. Even though it meanttemporarily stopping masturbating, I immediately got up on my feet andwalked the couple of paces over to Diane's bed, my throbbing stiffmember kind of bobbing up and down and swaying as I walked. I laydown next to Diane, smiling knowingly. I was on the left, she was onthe right. We were both sweating a fair amount at this point, andthat itself was a bit of a turn-on. I always love the scent of alover's sweat; it's thrilling partly because it's always a scentslightly different from one's own. There's just something about theanimalness and the raw physicality of sex-sweat.I resumed my stroking, and found myself uttering the words, "Fuck, Ijust love getting myself off!" Diane exclaimed, "No fucking kidding! I wish I could just jerk off all the fucking time! Actually, I guesscome to think of it, I do!" I moved just a tiny bit closer to Dianeso that my right thigh was rubbing against her left thigh. She seemedextremely comfortable with this; in fact, she responded by alsoshifting her body slightly closer to me so that the side of her buttwas touching my butt, and after a few moments she moved her left footso it was sort of tickling my leg, in a very erratic and slightlyout-of-control way, since we were both still very much absorbed in ourrespective jerking and wanking. We were both starting to quicken thepace by this time, and even though part of me wanted this sharedself-loving session to last forever, I knew I had to make myself shootmy wad pretty soon. There would always be opportunities to repeat theexperience later.Diane began to quicken the pace of her solo hand-job even more. Ourthighs were still pressing together, and Diane began to mutter in anout-of-control and breathless way, "Oh god, yeah, I'm gonna get therepretty soon, this feels so good." The urgency and breathlessness inher voice was coming very very close to pushing me over the edge. Shebegan to beat faster and faster. I listened to the squishy sounds ofour mutual wanking. The moist slapping began to quicken and quicken,and Diane started to mutter urgently again, "Oh god, yeah, I'm almostthere, I'm gonna cum pretty soon, it's coming soon..." We both wankedeven faster. Diane continued, "Oh god, yeah, I'm gonna cum soon, I'mgonna cum soon, I'm gonna.... OH GOD!!! YES!!! Oh yeah, I justcame! Oh my god!" Her remarks just sent me over the edge. I beganto stroke wildly and unbelievably fast. What seemed like meremilliseconds after Diane said she was cumming, I felt a powerfuljolting orgasm surge from deep within me. I exclaimed, "Oh god, yes,I'm cumming too, oh god, I just came." My spunk shot in a high arcout of my cock and landed in several thick gobs on my belly, my chest,and even as far up as my neck. That's one way I know I've had areally good orgasm, when some lands on my neck.The feeling of relief and satisfaction was absolutely enormous. Ifelt like I never wanted to leave that bed. Diane leaned over, kissedme, and snuggled up to me putting her arms around me. I responded bylovingly pulling her body closer to me, delighting in her warm (andstill sweat-covered) body. "That was awesome," I said. "Yeah, thatwas really great," Diane agreed, smiling. "We have to do that moreoften."I fell asleep cuddling Diane's naked body, and when I awoke in themorning, I had never felt so well-rested in all my life.I would love to hear feedback, especially from women who have enjoyedthis story and have a similar attitude towards masturbation. redhair74@yahoo.com

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