Teamwork
“I wanna watch you cum,” I said as I peeled off my shirt.
“Alright,” she said, tugging her pants over her hips, “but no touching. I don’t think your girlfriend or my boyfriend would appreciate that.”
We had a couple classes together, and had started hanging out several nights a week, watching TV together. We were both in long-distance relationships with someone in our hometowns, and we were both horny as hell.
When our show had ended, conversation had drifted to our significant others, and how frustrating the whole long-distance thing is. As our talk drifted into more sexual territory, a charge had started to build between us. We spoke frankly about masturbation, and what we fantasized about. The dam finally burst when she asked if I ever got off while thinking about her. I admitted that I did, frequently, and she said she did the same.
We talked about whether it was cheating, and when we decided it wasn’t, I suppose it was only natural that we suggest masturbating together. Which is how I found myself watching as she reached behind her back to undo her bra while I took off my boxers.
Both naked, we leaned back, facing one another across the couch. My fist was wrapped around my growing hard-on as I surveyed my friend’s body. Her shoulder-length hair, dyed jet-black to cover up the disastrous attempt at dying it green, was tied back in a simple ponytail. Her eyes stared hungrily at my cock as she slid her hands up her sides to cup her breasts. They weren’t large, probably a solid B-cup, and I watched as she pulled on her nipples. Inhaling, she let them go, and I felt a surge as I watched them harden and contract down to the size of a half-dollar.
I began stroking, squeezing the head of my cock between my thumb and forefinger. She quickly caught my eye, and gave me a half-smile before eagerly returning her gaze lower. Still holding her left breast in one hand, her other slowly moved down her body. Her breath quickened as her open palm slid across her belly and over her trimmed bush. Her legs spread, she bit her lower lip and slid her hand further downward, rubbing first her fingers and then her palm across her clit.
I rubbed my thumb across the tip of my head, where the first drop of precum had appeared. Slowly, she moved her hand in a circle, fingers together, keeping pressure on her clit. Keeping her eyes fixed on my hand moving along my shaft, she reached down with her other hand and carefully spread open her lips. I gasped involuntarily as I saw that she was already wet.
As she slipped her middle finger inside, I raised myself up off my elbows, sitting up so I could see better. I jealously watched that finger plunging in and out of her, and continued to stroke my cock. She added her index finger, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pausing only for a moment to spread her wetness over her clit.
The smell of sex was strong around us, that musky, sweaty scent arousing us further. She pulled her fingers out and moved her right hand around her leg so she was fingering herself from behind while her left hand rubbed small, tight circles around her clit.
I leaned further forward, practically kneeling between her thighs. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at my face. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily. There were increasingly sloppy, wet noises, and her breath caught as I heard the sound of her pussy gaping open and then contracting around her fingers.
Gasping, I felt a surge, and my cock throbbed in my hand. I squeezed my head and imagined what it would feel like if it was me she was squeezing instead of her fingers. With my other hand, I reached down and lightly fondled my balls. I watched her tits bounce a little bit as her motions grew more frantic, and I tried to match my stroke to hers.
Her breathing was heavy and rapid, and she was making soft moaning sounds when I felt the pressure start to build. Groaning, I closed my eyes, and involuntarily thrust my hips forward as one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had rocked my body. As the final waves rolled down through my cock, and I squeezed the last bit of cum out, I looked down and discovered that my last thrust had brought me further forward than I intended.
My cum was all over her bush and her fingers, which were still flying in little circles around her clit. She was making little sounds with each breath, and I watched, still holding my cock, as her shoulders started to shake. I stared, breathless, as my cum dripped down her fingers onto her pussy. She was rubbing it into herself. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she suddenly moaned as all at once, her hands stopped moving, her legs pulled shut and she rocked slightly back and forth, cumming, with my cum all over her.
After she caught her breath, she laughed and said “Next time, you’re gonna have to sit further away… or wear a rubber.”
