[Mf] Mary’s Education (ageplay, female masturbation, exhibitionism)

This was a few years back. DVDs were a thing but Google wasn’t really yet. People still went to libraries and my hair was a fair amount thicker and my waist thinner. I was in my late 20s. I’d graduated college, inherited full control of my trust fund, and in the grand tradition of the time gotten a place in the suburbs. The place I bought had a swimming pool in the backyard, which was sweet, although kind of a lot of work to keep clean.

I was working as a freelance writer for various periodicals. The work was varied and interesting but best of all it let me work from wherever. In theory, I could go traveling wherever I wanted and still work. In practice I mostly just worked from home.

The problem with not working from a worksite was not having any social life from work. I hit the bars, but I was never really that much for carousing so it didn’t really suit me. The neighborhood I lived in didn’t help. My neighbors were mostly middle aged couples with families.

Sad to say but I spent a lot of time with my next door neighbor Mary. Mary was the older daughter of Rick and Madchen from next door. They were very polite but super strict religious. Apparently Madchen had lived quite the party life when she was younger. A little too much and she’d messed up her life pretty bad. From where she was Rick’s brand of strict austere life looked pretty tempting. She’d married into the faith and never looked back.

Anyway- Mary. She was a cutie and very sweet. She was on the swim team and once her parents got to know me we arranged that Mary could use my pool to practice. Her parents were probably more comfortable with her swimming nearby where they could keep an eye on her, rather than getting her to a public or school pool where young men might be around.

Mary meanwhile was relieved to get a chance to talk to an adult that wasn’t going to respond to everything with a sentence that invoked the jeebus. We talked about stuff- hopes, fears, relationships; all the stuff friends talk about. Sad to say but during that period my best friend was a girl close to half my age.

So things changed rather dramatically for us.

Like so many things for a girl her age, it all started with people being bitchy at school.

***

Mary stepped into my house, closing the sliding door to my backyard behind her. She was wrapped in an oversized towel. She was clearly still wet from the pool and the smell of chlorine was strong. I’d noticed her out back swimming earlier. Hadn’t thought anything of it since she came over four or five times a week.

I looked up from the essay I was working on.

“Good swim?”

She shrugged. “I guess.” She wasn’t looking at me, or anything really.

Okay.

“Something wrong, Mary?”

She kind of groaned and flopped onto my couch, shoulders slumped.

Right.

“I’m sensing something is wrong.”

“Duh,” she said simply.

“You going to tell me or just keep moping?”

“I have a problem.”

“Duh,” I said back.

She glared at me, but there was no malice in it.

“A girl at school said something stupid and got ripped apart socially.”

“This girl wouldn’t be named Mary, would she?”

She looked at me like I was an idiot. “No. It was a friend of mine.”

“And you feel bad for her.”

She sighed. “No. I mean, yeah, but that’s not it.”

I got up and moved to sit on the couch with her. “Okay, what is the problem?”

She mumbled something.

“What?”

She winced and looked away from me. “I don’t know how to… *masturbate*.” She turned deep red.
“Oh.” I was very aware all of a sudden that she was only wearing a swimsuit and towel.

“Yeah,” she said.

“This is something you should talk to-“

She cut me off. “To who? You know I can’t talk to mom and dad. God, there’s no way I could talk to them.” She sounded defeated.

My throat seemed really dry. “Don’t you have a health class that goes over sex ed?”

“My parents got me excused from it. Besides it’s not until sophomore year. You should have heard how they tore into Jess. It was horrible.” Her head slumped forward until her chin was resting on her chest.

“What…what do you want me to do about it?” This was very dangerous territory but she just looked terrified.

Her head came up immediately and she turned to face me. “I was thinking maybe they have like a book, or a video. Like a How-to. You could get one and let me look at it.”

“Masturbation for Dummies, huh? Your parents would freak.”

“*I wouldn’t tell them about it*. I’d just, you know, kinda brush up on the topic before I get humiliated at school.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Please? I don’t have anywhere else to turn.”

So that’s what a fishing hook feels like. “I’ll see what I can do, but nobody can ever know, Mary. Seriously, this is a huge risk for me.”

She hugged me. That wasn’t typical. Her family wasn’t touchy feely at all. The towel was draped on her arms so when she hugged me her wet suit was pressed against my clothes leaving me damp. Damp and confused.

***

Every day she came over after that she asked if I had “gotten that thing we talked about.” Every time I said I hadn’t yet she looked so hurt. Clearly she was not going to let it drop.

That Friday I screwed up my courage and went out to an adult shop on the edge of town. The place was pretty skeevy. I looked around at the various items. There were a few books that might be okay but they didn’t really grab me. I looked at the various sex toys for women. It was erotic thinking about women using devices to get off. For a split second I thought about buying Mary one. That would be insane. There’s no way that wouldn’t end up with me in jail.

In the movies, I found a learn-to-touch-yourself DVD that looked good. I think it was from Adam and Eve and it purported to be education even though I suspect it was mostly intended for people who like to watch masturbation.

Whatever, it should fit the bill. I grabbed it and then a couple more adult videos for myself. I’d needed more relief since Mary’s little confession. Shortly after moving in, I’d carefully arranged things so none of the windows that face Rick and Madchen’s house looked in on my couch, bedroom, or computer. Last thing I needed was for them to catch me spanking it. When I paid the cashier I couldn’t look them in the eye. I’m guessing that was typical for them, though.

Since we were coming up on the weekend I figured Mary would be over soon enough to swim. I felt a nervous eagerness that frightened me. I shouldn’t have felt anything but fear, but I had to admit that I was thinking about her as a sexual being. She had never played with herself. She must be dying to get off. Or she would be once she knew what she had been missing.

How would she masturbate once she knew how? I hadn’t looked at the video to see what it recommended but girls had a lot of options.

Would she finger her clitoris? Rubbing her little bean in a circle? Up and down? Patting it? Pinching it? Stroking it like a tiny little cock?

Would she finger her vagina? Hump her hand like it was a boy and feel her fingers inside of her?

Would she grind against things? Maybe rubbing against the stuffed animals I imagined she must have had in her room? Maybe rubbing off on her pillow at night? Maybe sit on the arm of the couch and swing her long sexy legs? Wait when did I decide her legs were sexy? I mean, yeah they are, but when did I decide that?

My brain ran in circles chasing after images of her young body giving itself pleasure and then refusing those images as wrong and dangerous.

Over the years, I had heard her out of breath hundreds of times, after a grueling set of laps. Now I tinged the memory of those panting breaths as ragged with desire. Is that what Mary would sound like just before her body contracted with an orgasm?

I really needed to get laid.

***

Mary came over on Saturday. She went around the house to the pool for about ten minutes but didn’t actually get in. She just kind of hovered and then came in through the sliding door. She was wearing a t shirt tucked into jean shorts. Her legs were so long and tanned and toned.

“Have you…” She paused and saw the look on my face. “You *did*? Wow, thank you!”

I got up and went to the cupboard I’d put the masturbation video from the adult shop. As I Retrieved it, I looked over my shoulder to make sure no outsider was watching, which was pretty stupid since we were standing in my own house. I held the DVD case out to her while looking away. She must have been feeling as nervous as I was. She crept up to me quietly and softly took the case from my hand. I could hear her swallow as she looked it over.

“Oh…wow,” she said breathlessly. It was an adult video, even if it purported to be educational, so there were plenty of pics on the case of naked people.

I looked at her. Her eyes were wide and she was poring over every millimeter of the case. The way she was holding it was almost reverent.

She looked up at me and I swear to god licked her lips. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it but with the mounting sexual tension I couldn’t help but see it as a blatant sexual provocation.

“Can I watch it,” she asked.

“That’s why got it for you.”

She just looked at me for a minute.

“I mean now,” she said.

“As long as you don’t let anyone know you have it or where it came from you can watch it whenever you like.”

She looked at me like I was stupid. “I mean here.”

“What? No.”

“I can’t watch it at home,” she said plaintively. “That’s a sure way to get caught. I figured you’d know I’d want to watch it here.”

I rubbed a hand over my face. She was right that taking the DVD to her house would be dumb. Dumb enough I should have known it wasn’t an option, but my dick had been in charge of much of my thinking recently. Of course she’d want to watch it here where she could have privacy. She didn’t even have her own bedroom next door.

Holy shit.

She didn’t want to just *watch* it here. For the same reason that watching the DVD here made sense, she’d want to actually *masturbate* here, in my house. She wanted to touch her underage pussy and pleasure herself *in my house*.

And I was going to let her.

My cock was doing the thinking again, but I couldn’t argue with it. The idea of Mary playing with herself was quickly becoming an obsession for me. Having it happen in my house meant I’d know how often she did it, how long she spent doing it. I might be able to hear the noises she’d make. I’d be able to smell the scent of her arousal. Hell, I might even be able to sneak a peek at her touching herself.

“Uh, hello…” she said waving a hand at me. “You kind of went away there.”

“Just imagining what prison is like.”

She took my hand. “Everything will be fine. Nobody is going to prison.”

I looked at where she held my hand. Could she feel the way my pulse was hammering?

“So, you just want to watch here,” I pointed at the couch.

She shook her head. “Too many windows. Someone might look in and see something. Didn’t you say you had a VCR/DVD player in your room?”

Of course- *my room*. She was going to watch porn and tickle her little peach in my bedroom. She was probably going to have her first ever orgasm on my bed. Prison seemed more and more worth it.

I nodded to answer her question.

I turned and started walking, still holding her hand, toward my bedroom. She followed eagerly. My bedroom was fairly small and nothing special really. Just a queen sized bed, TV, movie player, beat up old chair, hamper, and a dresser.

I let go of her hand as we got into my room. She looked around at the mess and tsk’d.

“What? I wasn’t expecting company.”

I quickly picked up the various clothes scattered around the room and stuffed them in the hamper. As I did she closed the blinds. When I looked back at Mary she was holding the DVD case out towards me. I took the case and opened it. The DVD player disgorged its tray. I loaded her movie and closed the tray up.

As the disk started to spin she suddenly said, “Just a sec, don’t turn around.”

I froze looking at the screen. As the Adam and Eve production logo came up I heard a snap, and then a zipper. There was a rustle that could only be clothing hitting the ground, and then the sound of sheets and a body moving between them.

On the screen, previews for other adult films bean to play. The sounds of sex filled the room.

“Okay, you can turn around,” she said softly.

I took a breath and turned around. On the floor next to my bed were her shirt and jean shorts. The casual way they had been discarded was hugely arousing. Mary was lying in my bed, the covers pulled up to her neck. Her eyes were very large and they were glued to the scenes of hardcore sex on the screen.

I’d seen her in swimsuits enough times that I could imagine how she looked naked under that sheet and comforter. My cock was demanding attention. I’d have to jerk off while she was in here doing her thing.

The DVD menu came up. A beautiful blond woman stood on the left side of the screen while on the right side was a dark haired, handsome, man. Both were naked and had the kind of bodies nature doesn’t really provide. The menu options appeared between the two, under the title.

The remote was on the end table, but she’d almost certainly end up flashing me if she reached for it. I walked over and grabbed it before moving closer to hand it to her. As I approached her eyes snapped to me. I felt very large, or maybe she just seemed much more vulnerable hiding naked under the blankets. I handed her the remote and turned to leave when she reached out suddenly to catch my hand. In the process I ended up getting a quick peek at one breast before she retreated a bit more under the covers.

“Where are you going,” she asked.

“I-I figured you were going to want some privacy.”

She looked concerned. “But what if I have questions?”

“Uh,” I gestured towards the TV.

“You know what I mean. What if there is something they don’t explain well? Please stay.”

I don’t think she was really worried about having questions. I think she was just scared. She’d been so coddled and controlled all her life that the prospect of being alone and acting on her own sexual desire was scary.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Please sit on the bed.” She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed my knuckles. “Please?”

I nodded. She slowly let go of my hand, as if worried I might bolt once she no longer had a hand on me.

I sat on the edge of the bed near her chest. As her hand disappeared back under the covers she said “Thank you. Could you work the remote?”

…*my hands are going to be busy* I finished in my head.

The DVD was set up to have two main branches one for women and one for men.

“It might be interesting to see how boys masturbate,” she said wistfully. “But for now let’s see the girls stuff.”

“I prefer girl’s stuff anyway,” I said and laughed trying to break the tension.

Flute music and a woman in a bath tub filled the screen. It was the same ridiculously busty blond from the title menu. After a few establishing shots a narrator began to talk about masturbation as the girl acted out the descriptions. After a few minutes of narration there would be five minutes of just the girl masturbating uninterrupted and then back to narration.

As the minutes wore on, I watched the screen but my ears were listening for any noises from the teen age girl beside me. I couldn’t stare at her the way I wanted, but I could listen intently, and I did. The first thing I heard for sure was her breathing get ragged and uneven. As I listened I became aware of a soft rhythmic hiss of skin on cotton. Mary was moving under the covers. I couldn’t see her moving but she was definitely doing something down there. I might have heard a couple very slight “nnng” sounds from her.
On the screen, the blond was on her hand and knees bent over and reaching under her body to play with herself. The narrator said, “In this position a woman can imagine the man of her dreams taking her from behind. She can push back against her imaginary lover driving her fingers deeper into herself.”

Mary whimpered.

“I’m thinking about watching some of the guy’s stuff,” she said. He voice sounded out of breath.

I switched it over to the male side of things. I looked at Mary.

“I don’t really like watching guys,” I said to try and explain why I was perving on her.

She looked at me and as soon as her eyes met mine they fluttered closed and she moaned.

She looked back to the screen. “I like watching him touch himself. Is that weird?”

“No, it’s not weird. It’s normal for people to like seeing the opposite sex feel pleasure.”

She looked at me again. “You seemed to like watching the girl.” Her eyes flicked down to look at my erection which was obvious.

I blushed. “Yeah, she’s pretty and playing with her pussy. Guys like that.” I thought maybe being crude would stop her from pointing out how aroused I was.

The sound of her hand rubbing was louder and faster. I looked at the blankets there trying to see her movement.

Her voice was soft, maybe scared, “Would you like to see me?”

I looked up at her face. She was staring at me. Her eyes were so bright.

I nodded.

Her eyes stayed glued to mine as the blanket slowly drew down from her neck. One of her hands must have been pulling it down from underneath, but I could still hear her schlicking so her other hand hadn’t moved from between her legs.

The blanket pulled down past her shoulders. Her clavicles appeared. Slowly the blanket climbed up the slope of her breasts. My eyes devoured her young flesh as it appeared.

“You’ve been really nice to help me, so I figure I could give you a little peek.”

The blanket was no longer rising up, it had reached the crest of her breasts. Any second her nipples would be exposed.

Her nipples appeared.

I gasped involuntarily. I’d seen her nipples through her swimsuit tons of times but it’s so different to see them like this. It wasn’t just that they were fully naked, but they were hard, she was aroused, and she was choosing to show them to me. She stopped pulling down the blanket but I didn’t care

I leaned towards her a little and stared at her beautiful little a cup breasts. When I finally tore my eyes from her breasts I looked in her eyes. She was watching me as I ogled her and she looked so excited.

“Do you like the way I look at you?”

She took a deep shaky breath and nodded. “The way you are looking is making me tingly.”

“You look very sexy, Mary.”

She writhed and moaned.

“Oh, God, I thought I’d be embarrassed, and I am, but I *like* having you watch me do this. When you look at me like this I feel so desired and lusted for. You’re looking at me like you want to f-fuck me.”

I’d never heard her use that word.

“Are you getting close to cumming, Mary?”

“I think so…but I’m scared. It feels powerful and strange. I don’t know what is happening to me.”

I chuckled slightly. “That’s normal, sweetie.” I reached out a hand and stroked her hair and then down to rest on her cheek. She cradled her head into my hand.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“Part of sex is letting yourself go. You’re safe here. Relax and enjoy it.”

She started kissing and lightly biting my hand. Her knees had risen up as she had gotten close. The blanket still covered her waist but I could see enough of her arm to see it moving zealously between her legs.

I rubbed my thumb over her lips and she took it into her mouth and suckled on it.

She started making high pitched keening noises in her throat. They kept getting high and higher. I ran a hand over her leg, touching her through the blanket.

“You are so sexy, Mary. So sexy.”

He body was shuddering. I continued touching her legs letting my hands roam dangerously close to where she was rubbing herself so good.

Her mouth came off my thumb and her body came up off the mattress as her abs clenched with her orgasm. I moved the hand on her cheek behind her neck to help support her.

“Oh my God, it feels so good. I had no idea.”

She continued shuddering. I cradled her against me and rocked her. Her arms drew up to encircle me and she hugged me fiercely.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You did very good, Mary.”

Slowly I helped her lay back on the bed. “Are you okay?”

She was crying. “Yes, it was just so beautiful. And I never would have felt it if you hadn’t helped me.”

She laughed.

“I can’t believe I showed you my breasts…I’m still showing you my breasts,” she said. “And I really can’t believe I gave you a blow job.”

Wait, what?

“What are you talking about?”

She looked at me for a second, her expression fading from amusement to concern.

“A…a blowjob. You know. I sucked on you…your thumb.”

This time I laughed.

“No, no. I’m sorry, Mary, I’m not laughing at you I just didn’t expect that. That’s not what a blowjob is.”

“My friend Amber said a blowjob is when you suck on a guy.”

“Yeah, well Amber should have been clearer. A blowjob is when you suck on a guy’s dick. Thumbs don’t count.”

She turned so red.

“Oh, my god, if I had said something like that at school do you know how humiliated I would be?”

I kissed her. I didn’t mean to but she looked so beautiful, topless, embarrassed, and post-orgasmic in my bed. It wasn’t a deep long kiss, but it was doubtlessly the most adult kiss she’d ever had.

“You took a big step today, Mary.”

She smiled.

“Could I…watch some more of the movie? I’d like to try and see if I can do it again.”

“Whenever you want, honey.”

“Can you stay and watch me again? I *really* liked that.”

“Wouldn’t it be more exciting to have me look, if I could see all of you?”

She bit her lip. After a second of screwing up her courage she kicked all the covers off of her and then laid back to bask in my stare.

Her hands slowly moved over her stomach to her pussy. “Watch me touch myself.”

Hell yes.

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