Truth Or Dare Part One: The Truths

My friend group at university naturally formed from a diverse set of people who were nerdy about science but not nerdy in the traditional ways you see portrayed in films and on TV. 

Cody was a girl who was open and comfortable with her sexuality. She typically revealed a lot of skin by just wearing a sports bra over her C-sized breasts. I, on the other hand, rarely wore a bra and preferred looser cotton shirts or sometimes tighter blouses with material that was stretchy and comfortable. If people noticed the nice shape of my B-sized breast or my nipples, that didn’t bother me. Cody had short black hair and was in good physical shape. She also was open about being bisexual, and frequently made jokes about it, even around strangers. Her mother was Korean, and she had attractive round facial features. 

Cody’s best friend was Johnny, a dark skinned African-American. He and Cody could get a banter going back and forth that was both hilarious and sexually crude. 

Cody’s roommate was Elaina, whose family came from Colombia. She was tall with long black hair and large deep brown eyes that she made even more dramatic with makeup. She had large D-sized boobs and showed a lot of cleavage with her outfits. 

My roommate, Katie, was sweet with blond, curly hair and pale white skin. She had walked in during one of my masturbation sessions, which was initially very awkward but then led to us to share more about our sexual selves. She never had a boyfriend. 

Bruce was the last member of our friend group. Bruce was of medium height but big. He said that his friends back home nicknamed him Buddha. His family was from Hawaii, and he wore long board shorts, sandals, and brightly printed button front shirts. 

We were all gathered in my room one night after dinner just hanging out like we typically did. I was sitting on my bed. Next to me was Cody. Next to her was Johnny, sitting in my desk chair. On the bed across from us were Elaina and my roommate Katie. Completing the circle was Bruce laid out on Katie’s bean bag chair. 

At some point in our joking around, Bruce told Johnny not to be such a jerk off. I interrupted saying that the term jerk off should not be an insult. Masturbation, which is what jerking off is, is a healthy, natural, and really positive thing that all of us do. Masturbation lifts our endorphins, prevents depression, and for older men prevents prostate cancer. We should all be jerking off more, and the term should be used as a complement. 

Bruce asked if the word jerk off also applied to women since guys jerked their cocks to get off while women rubbed their pussies. Elaina jokingly said that Cody seemed to jerk around quite a bit when masturbating when she thinks I’m asleep. “Ohh,” everyone said at once.  

Cody said, “Yeah, I’ll take that as a compliment. I am vigorous in my self lov’n.” She paused for a moment. “So here is a question for all of you: when was the last time you masturbated and how did you do it? I’ll go first. This morning when Elaina went to take a shower and put on her makeup. I used my trusty dildo. Quite a bit of jerking was involved.”

We each took our turn, going clockwise. 

Johnny: “This morning in the shower. Used some liquid soap to get my johnson slick, and the cum was flying.” Bruce then jokingly mentioned that he wasn’t going to use the same shower stall as Johnny any more. 

Elaina: “We all must have been getting off at the same time ‘cause I was in the shower this morning rubbing one out too.” We all decided that the term “rubbing one out” was a good description since it applied to both men and women. 

Katie: “Last night when Lindsey was asleep. I was here on the bed touching myself, you know, rubbing one out.” Katie was shy, and I was impressed that she shared this much. I didn’t mention that I saw her naked body twist around as her delicate fingers circled her clitoris to climax. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. 

Bruce: “Yesterday afternoon when I had the room to myself. Some hand lotion and a few tissues to clean up.” 

Now it was my turn. Some days I’m a bit more bold, and I was in the mood to share. “So yesterday afternoon I was completely naked on this bed. I started as I usually do with pleasuring my pretty ladies.” With this I reached up and squeezed my breasts over my roomy t-shirt. “Listening to The Who, I first stroked my pussy, then with two fingers rubbed my clit side to side to a glorious orgasm.” With this I took my index and middle fingers in the air simulating the side to side movement. “Damn, that’s hot,” said Johnny. I continued moving my two fingers as I closed my eyes and leaned back for extra effect. 

“Now it’s my question,” I said. “What do you fantasize about when you masturbate? I’ll start. What really gets me off is thinking back to the first time a guy licked my clit and stroked my g-spot at the same time.” I noticed that both Johnny and Bruce had to adjust themselves while I was talking. I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by relating sexual experiences. 

Cody said that she thinks about really kinky, nasty stuff. Girls, guys, orgies, leather, and so on.  

Johnny mentioned that he is a breast guy, and thinks of sucking titties. 

Elaina said that she fantasized about her teaching assistant Manuel from her astrophysics class. She imagined sucking his cock. I was in the same class, and Manuel was someone I was paying attention to as well. It seemed as if Elaina and I both wanted to get into his pants. 

It was Katie’s turn. Instead of being completely shy and reluctant in her answer, she just was vague, mentioning how she masturbated to the thought of someone kissing and touching her all over her body. She then emphasized, ALL over her body and giggled. 

Bruce said that he thought about wet pussies when he jacked off. At this point, I thought, there are probably four very wet pussies right in this room. I know I was getting horny and more bold.