...and 1% lie.

It was on our 7th month anniversary that she asked the question.
I don't usually remember these things, but she does, and she
seems to like it when I do too. Anyway, I remembered that it was
the 7th month because I did remember that that day was exactly
one month after we had first slept together, and that happened
after I remembered that it had been six months since we'd decided
to go out. I think she'd already decided that "it" was going to
happen that night, though--when she invited me up to her room
after dinner, it was suspiciously clean--and her roommate "just
happened" to have decided to visit her grandmother for the
weekend. And the underwear she'd worn under her dress that
night...well it sure looked to me like she'd intended it to be
seen! Anyway, I digress.

It was a damp, windy March Saturday afternoon. It was my weekend
to work nights at University Hospital, so I'd been sleeping since
breakfast. I lived in the quiet wing of the dorm, but I still
need earplugs to keep the weekend sounds out on these days. So
anyway, that's why I didn't hear her tiptoe into the room, nor
did I hear the velcro of her boots, the zipper of her jeans, or
the snap of her bra clasp coming undone. Nope, I was brought to
unexpected wakefulness by the soft rubbing of smooth skin against
my torso, a tickle of coarse hair against my thigh, the press of
cool cheeks against my face, and --YOW!-- a freezing cold hand
slipping beneath my briefs! I sat bolt upright and yanked the
foam rubber from my ears. "Holy crap, Liz! What are you doing?"

She laughed as I tried to regain my composure. "I got cold on my
walk back from the library, and I thought you could warm me up."

"Well, it is customary to wear clothing to protect against the
cold, you know."

"Ummm, actually heat transfer is much more efficient with direct
skin to skin contact. I learned that in First Aid class."

"Right--you treat your hypothermia by taking heat from me."

"Only temporarily...if we cuddle under the blankets I think we'll
generate heat to spare, don't you?"

She's usually right, so I moved over to give her more room on the
bed, and pulled the comforter tightly around us. I took her cold
hand and slipped it somewhat more safely into the warmth of my
underarm until it reached a more comfortable temperature. "So
what were you doing at the library?"

"Working on my psychology paper. I think I've got a topic now,
but I need you to help me."

"How?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask you a very personal
question."

"You're lying in my bed, naked, with me. I think you can get as
personal as you like."

"Well, OK then. Here goes. How often would you say that you
masturbate?"

Naked girlfriend in bed with me or not...I was definitely not
ready for that question. "Umm, well, uh..."

She giggled. "Told you it was personal..."

"Oh alright. I know what they say: '99% of men masturbate, and
the other 1% lie about it', so I'll own up to being in the
99...but to be honest, well...you know what--at this moment it's
been more than a month since I last did it."

"That long? I wonder why...?" She grinned.

"Probably something about having a hot & horny girlfriend who
crawls into my bed at every opportunity," I answered, wrapping my
arms tightly around her.

"Oh--so I 'cured' you, did I?"

I laughed. "I guess so--so why are you asking?"

"Well, I was just thinking about it and I wondered. And well,
what about women? How often do you think women masturbate?"

"I have no idea. I mean I know they do, I guess... How about you?
Do you masturbate?"

"Hell yeah! Sometimes, well...sometimes I just HAVE TO, you know?
Maybe it's the time of the month or something, but... Well, would
it shock you to know that? And that I just did it this morning?"
I couldn't help it. My cock had already been growing firm from
the warm contact of her perky little breasts on my bare chest,
but that particular thought bounced straight down the spinal cord
and made my poor guy jump! I grabbed her smooth ass and pressed
my hardness against her leg. "Oooo. You actually LIKE that idea,
don't you? Were you always this horny or is it just my bad
influence?"

"God yes. I wish I'd been there to help."

"Well I don't mean to shatter your male ego or anything, but
sometimes, well actually, I didn't do it because I wanted sex and
you weren't available. I mean, well, I'm sorry--but I guess I
just WANT it, you know. Does that make sense?"

"No offense taken. You have my permission to do it anytime you
want. I might like to watch sometime though..."

"Oh you would, wouldn't you. You ARE a horny bastard! And I love
you. Get this underwear off and let me see that hard cock."

Was I going to say no to that? My briefs were off and on the
floor in a flash, and her hands, now safely warmed, were
caressing my shaft.

"Show me how you do it," she breathed into my ear. I want to see
you pleasure yourself."

"I've never..."

"I know. Show me." She pulled back the covers and sat up,
crosslegged, next to my knees. I pulled myself up a bit and sat
up against the head of the bed. For something I'd done probably a
thousand times, it suddenly felt strange, having her eyes on me
like this. My cock was sticking up, pointing straight at my
navel. I decided to try to get comfortable, so I shifted a little
to prop a pillow behind me. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to
close my eyes and try to focus on the sensations of my cock, or
to enjoy the visual display at my feet. Liz seemed to have her
eyes fixed on my groin, studying my bulging erection. She was
leaning back against the wall, her arm cocked behind her head as
a cushion, placing her apple-sized breasts on prominent display.
Her other hand lazed between her thighs, stroking through her
coarse dark hair.

"Talk to me," I said. "Tell me what you did this morning."

"Oh. I slept in a bit, and I must have woken up a little horny.
Sue was there and awake, though, so I took some laundry down to
put in the washer. I just wore running shorts and your
sweatshirt, though--so I could wash everything--and I was feeling
it rub against my nipples the whole way down and back. It felt
like the only thing I could think about was the heat between my
legs, so I got right into the shower. The water felt really good
on my neck, and the bubbles from the shampoo rinsed down over my
breasts and tickled my nipples. I was really taking my time
lathering up and enjoying the water running down my body. When I
finally went to soap my crotch, it just felt all swollen
inside--it's kind of starting to feel that way now again--and it
felt REALLY good to rub my clit. Does it feel good like that
rubbing your shaft now? Mmmm." She was moving her fingers more
firmly now, pressing up and down along the line between her
labia. I could see moisture now on her fingers. I was encircling
my shaft with one hand, moving lightly up and down its length,
while my other hand had started rubbing my scrotum.

I sighed deeply. "Tell me more."

"Oh there's not that much to tell. I finished getting clean, then
I adjusted the shower stream to spray on my breasts while I
leaned back into the corner. My clit just really wanted to be
rubbed, hard. Sometimes I play with a finger or two inside me,
but I just strummed on my clit harder and harder until I felt it
coming. I guess I was massaging my breasts a little with the
other hand, but it was all about my fingers and my clit this
morning. Mmmm. It felt so good, so relaxing... " She smiled
quietly. "I think I was still pretty flushed when I got back to
the room, 'cause Sue kind of smirked at me, but it was all
good..."

"Mmm. Are you feeling that way now?"

She didn't answer, but she bent up her knees and spread her
thighs apart. Her finger continued tracing the cleft of her
labia, which was wider now, and slippery with her moistness. I
continued stroking my shaft, gripping a little harder now just
below the swollen ridge. Her eyes were still focused on my groin,
and I noticed that the pace of her fingers' movements up and down
her cleft was matching that of my strokes. Watching her, I
imagined her doing this alone, focusing only on her own pleasure.
I imagined her delving her fingers inside, testing the tight
channel which I loved to enter. Did she imagine the swirling
finger on her clitoris was my eager tongue licking her to orgasm?
I moaned lightly. I watched her. I wanted her. "Oh Liz...."

She looked up to meet my gaze and smiled. "Enough of this..." She
crawled up the bed toward me and straddled my legs. I took her
hand and sucked on the fingers that had been coated in her
juices. "I want you in me, Joel." Her open vagina found my
erection easily, and she lowered herself around me. My cock
swelled with appreciation, and her pussy squeezed back. "Oh fuck
Joel...Oh. Oh god there's nothing as good as your cock inside
me." I lowered my mouth to her waiting breasts and twirled each
hard nipple with my tongue as she softly rocked her hot pussy
against my hard shaft.

"Oh god Liz...Oh what you do to me..." She breathed heavily and I
felt her hand return to her clit, now trapped between us. Her
pussy gripped me tightly even as she slid herself easily up, then
back down my cock. "I... Oh. I'm not going to last long here..."
Her hand moved faster between us, pressing on her clit from
outside as my hardness pushed back from within. Her hips began to
move more vigorously as well, and her low moaning rose in volume
and pitch until it became a cry of delight. I couldn't take
anymore and pulled her down into a final hard thrust as I shot my
cum into her tight channel.

"Mmmmm. Sorry if I didn't let you finish. It's so much nicer with
you inside me."

I just held her close, nuzzling her breasts. I could feel her
vagina grip me even as my hardness receded. She leaned down to
kiss my mouth and I slipped free. We both slid down the bed to
lie flat, her wet pussy trickling a warm trail of cum on my
thigh. Her lips nibbled at my neck and her soft belly cradled my
softening penis. "You sexy, sexy woman...", I whispered. "I may
never masturbate again at this rate..."

"I make no such promises. But it's nice to know you're always
here to help."

"My door is always open. Seriously--even if I'm not here and you
just need a place to get off in private..."

"And if you happened to come home unexpectedly and catch me in
the act?"

I just smiled. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" I traced her
spine down to her soft bottom, and squeezed. She squirmed her
juicy pussy back against me and my cock stiffened a little in
appreciation.

"You really do like that idea, don't you?"

"Can't help myself..."

"I like it too. So many nice ways to pleasure each other..."

"Mmm hm." I rubbed her bottom harder and kissed her deeply. I
felt her pussy radiating moist heat against my hip now, and my
cock was hardening against her navel.

"What would you do--if you 'caught' me?"

"I don't know. Depends on what I catch you doing. Tell me what
I'm going to discover."

She thought for a moment. "Mmm...let's say maybe I had been horny
and looking for you but you weren't home. And I was going to wait
for you in bed and take a nap and had taken off all my
clothes...but I really couldn't sleep. I'm hugging your pillow
and facing the wall. My hand is between my legs and I'm not
waiting for you any longer..." Her vulva was pressing harder
against my thigh now, and amazingly (or maybe not, I guess) I was
back to full strength. The picture was all too clear in my
imagination.

"So...I come in and see your beautiful little ass grinding back
and forth. You don't even look back at me while I drop everything
and strip out of my clothes. Oh-- and lock the door behind me.
I'm climbing into bed behind you, and my hard-on is pushing
against your ass...." Acting on my words, I slid her body off of
me and turned her to face away from me. She moved a hand to her
crotch and moaned as I began nibbling at the nape of her neck.
Her back arched and she thrust her ass back against my hard cock.
"My hand reaches between your thighs from behind and our fingers
touch as we both play with your wet pussy--oh you ARE wet,
baby..." My hand had roamed between her butt cheeks as I spoke,
meeting her hand which was already rubbing her clit furiously. My
fingers slipped across her juicy center, and then inside. She
gasped and moaned louder and I felt her squeeze back. Perhaps
with some animal instinct taking over at that point, I HAD to
have her then. I pulled my hand back and pushed her over fully on
her stomach, and mounted her from behind. Her back arched and
legs opened to let me in and oh I WAS in. Her fingers played over
her clit rapidly and brushed against my balls as I plunged inside
her.

"Oh FUCK, Joel!" She screamed. "Oh fucking fuck FUCK--take me
Joel!" Her pussy was so hot and juicy and tight. I could feel her
rubbing her clit as I stroked deeply into her. The head of my
cock banged into her cervix as I thrust, and she let out another
muffled cry into the pillow with each plunge. I was nowhere near
coming yet, but with only my third or fourth surge she tightened
and screamed into the pillow with her climax. "Oh fuck baby....so
good...oh fuck me fuck me hard. Oh fuck my cunt...ohh ohhh
OHHHHHHHH!" I felt hot juices dripping down my balls as her pussy
clenched my shaft. Each spasm seemed to trigger another moan, and
still she rubbed at her clit until she went limp beneath me,
breathing heavily. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Stay in me. Fuck
me. Come in me....come for me Joel." I had come too recently to
be able to obey, but I really appreciated the sentiment. My cock
was as hard as I can ever remember it being, and I rocked my hips
back and forth to let it swim in her warm juices. Liz hummed with
little sounds of contentment and pleasure, just enjoying the
movements in her orgasmic afterglow. Every now and then I felt
her muscles tighten around my shaft, until eventually she seemed
to be intentionally squeezing me just at the moment I was rocking
back and we fell into a gentle rhythm. Her hand was still resting
below her groin, and soon her fingers were intentionally dragging
against my shaft each time I pulled out, increasing the
sensation. Her head rested on my pillow, turned to the side so I
could see her smile of satisfaction. I felt like I could keep
doing this for a long time, but nature did eventually take over.
On the next stroke in, she moaned a bit louder and clenched her
muscles more tightly around me. Her gentle smile of contentment
was opening into an 'oh' of desire, and her fingers returned to
her clit again. I was beginning to feel more urgency as well. I
pushed a bit harder on my thrusts and she squeezed harder in
return. A moment later I was groaning and panting and seemed to
lose coherence. Another thrust and--UNnnnnh--I was climaxing
deeply inside her and feeling her sigh contentedly below me. My
arms & legs were too tired to hold up any longer and I rolled off
her.

She scooted up against me to wrap me in a sweaty embrace. "You
might be right--you might never get the chance to masturbate
again... But I'm going to make sure you catch me in the
act--often!"

"So ummm...you're writing a paper about masturbation?"

She laughed. "Oh no. It's about rats self-administering cocaine."

"But I thought you needed my help..."

"I did. I couldn't concentrate on those damn rats any more and my
mind was wandering. I didn't want to get myself off in the
library bathroom, so I wanted to see if you had any interest in
helping." She kissed me, nibbling at my lower lip. "Lucky me...",
she whispered.

"Lucky us." I agreed, letting her doze off against my neck to
dream of the next time.
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