Homecoming was coming up, and the frat’s float for the parade wasn’t ready. So immediately after class we went to the barn where we were building it, and everyone (brothers, little sisters, friends) got to work. We worked until 2am getting it ready, then drove it across town to campus.
By the time we got to the house, we were all so tired we were punchy. The people who lived in the house went upstairs to bed, and the people who lived on campus went to their rooms. The college was in my hometown, so I lived at home. Rather than fall asleep at the wheel driving home, I decided to just crash on the couch in the living room of the frat house.
One of the little sisters, Denise, decided she didn’t want to walk across campus at 2:30am and crashed as well. Denise wasn’t attractive, nor was she unattractive. She was … well … Denise. Average face, average body, always around, everyone’s friend.
This was the 80’s, and we were a group where everyone was huggy/handsy with everyone. Tuesdays were GrabAss days … if you walked through the door, you knew you were getting what we called GA’ed at some point. So the feeling of a little sister cuddling up on my chest wasn’t anything worth noting. I woke up long enough to recognize Denise, then wrapped my arms around her and went right back to sleep.
About a half an hour later I woke up to the sensation of my arm being pulled by the hand. I was still in that state between awake and asleep, and wasn’t really convinced I wasn’t dreaming.
Turns out I wasn’t.
Denise slid my hand under the waistband of her sweats and straight down over her pussy. It was sopping wet. She placed her hand over mine and, using her fingers to work my fingers, began grinding my hand onto her mound. To this day I don’t know why she didn’t just masturbate herself.
I felt her clit under the pads of my middle and ring finger. My first thought was that I was with my girlfriend … I fingered her to many an orgasm like that while watching TV … but the pussy didn’t feel right. The bush was a lot thicker than I was used to, and the clit was huge … probably twice the size of my girlfriend’s.
I blinked into the dark a couple of times, slowly remembering where I was and who I was with. By the time my senses were back, I felt Denise’s whole body convulse. A moan escaped her lips, and I looked down the couch to see stiff, straight legs and tiny feet with red-tipped toes splayed out.
Now I’m laying under Denise with a raging hard-on wondering what the hell just happened. Denise removed my hand from her pussy, licked my fingers clean (which did nothing to help my hard-on), and curled up on my chest to go to sleep.
Within minutes she was snoring lightly.
I was dumbfounded. As far as she was concerned, she’d gotten away with the perfect crime.
Hell, she probably still thinks that to this day, for all I know.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bgcej/this_was_in_college_mfsleepmasturbation
Hot story! Of course, the reason she used your hand (right or wrong may it have been) is it always feels better when it’s someone else’s skin you’re rubbing against!!