This is not my story, but it is about masturbation
My friend went to a big party school in the South and lived in a dorm her freshman year. She and her roommate were single and not interested in hooking up, so they both jilled off regularly. Over time they had worked out a system where when one girl shut off her lights and climbed into bed, the other one knew to leave her alone and ignore the sounds from that side of the room till the lights came on again.
One night my friend and her roommate were in their room studying when my friend’s ex texted her trying to get her to sext with him. She eventually told him to fuck off, but by then he’d already gotten her all hot and bothered. She turned off her light and climbed under her covers to get off while she looked at the good parts of the convo on her phone. Unfortunately, the bed started to squeak as she masturbated, slowly and rhythmically at first, then faster and more erratically as she rubbed harder. When she finally came, there was a moment of total silence, followed by a super loud squeak as her body shuddered and the whole bed shook.
A couple minutes later, after my friend turned her lights on and went back to studying, there’s a knock at the door. Her roommate opened it and it was this creepy guy from downstairs. He goes “I heard (my friend)’s bed squeaking really loud. Is she okay?” The smirk on his face made my friend think he knew exactly what she’d just been doing. She was literally dying from embarrassment, but then my friend glares at the guy and says “She’s fine. She was just exercising.” The guy looks really embarrassed and slinks away. My friend smiles at her roommate and goes “Thanks (her name).” Her roommate smiles back and says “Don’t worry. Mine squeaks sometimes when I go really fast too.”
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