[FF] Failed discretion and mutual benefits

*A recent prompt on a writing sub led me to reminisce about a night of mutual masturbation that turned into so much more.*

*For the sake of painting the picture, I had just turned 19, about 165 cm (5’5″) and pretty lean at the time (I avoided scales like the plague back then, but if I had to guess around 110-115 lbs?), discreet curves and perky 32B breasts completing the picture. My natural red hairs had an overlay of pale blonde, just over shoulder length, and I had no idea what to do with them so I’d just braid them most of the time since that’s pretty much the only hairstyling I was capable of. My most distinctive feature was the mid-lip piercing I had gotten the summer before as an ultimate sign of rebellious independence™.*

*Sarah had was a year older and a nose taller than me. She had an athletic figure with the amazing muscle tone that rock-climbing gals have in college. You wouldn’t know it from the clothes she wore, but her boobs were in the 34D range. She had black hairs the length of a bob cut with the right side of her head shaven. That time I also found out she had her right nipple pierced and a Chinese dragon tattoo on her right flank.*

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After a first year ‘end-of-semester’ college party, I had one too many drink and ended up being convinced by some classmates to sleep at Sarah’s place, where the party was held. She told me to just go crash in her bed, she had planned couches and all the set-up in expectation of having drunk people at her apartment. It seemed smarter and safer than walking back (’cause the subway was closed at this hour) to my own place, tipsy as I was at 2 am.

I only knew Sarah from a few classes we had together, but even then mostly just from staring at her from the other end of the classroom. We did a few team works together, but I was rather reclusive back then. However, I was fascinated by her: her attitude, her style, her wit, her insight… she was a lot of things I wanted to be, in a way. Long story short, I didn’t know her very well, but given the number of guys that were also crashing everywhere else, I figured the bed of a stranger was not such a bad idea. I’m still not sure she knew I was into girls at the time (hell, I probably wasn’t even fully aware myself).

It must have been a half or a full hour (I was half-asleep but kept somewhat awake by the partying, though diminished, that kept going in the next room) when she got in her bed (more like slump into it, without even getting under the covers). It woke me up just enough that I had the presence of mind to notice and obsess over half a dozen little details. Her smell, her loose shirt and the absence of any bra underneath, her being so damn close to me I could feel her breath on my shoulder, her hand that was inches away from me.

After a few minutes of glancing at her and listening to her heavy sleep breathing, and remember how I fantasized about her more than once, I discreetly push my panties down a bit and started massaging my clit.

“What are you doing…” I heard her mutter. Her eyes were still closed. I got absolutely still, both nervous and embarrassed, figured she couldn’t possibly be awake given how much she had to drink. After maybe half a minute of silence, I felt her slightly get up on her elbow. I could feel her staring at me. “Show me”, she said. Partly because I was still highly inebriated, partly because the entire situation was turning me on despite all my common sense, I pulled down the cover from over me, exposing my glistening slit. The dim light shedding from the streetlamps through the window let me see she was smiling. Without really thinking about the situation, I instinctively resumed touching myself, although a bit more freely: sliding a fingers between my lips, teasing the opening of my pussy, rubbing my clit more rapidly.

I glanced at her a few times. She looked at what I was doing at first, but for most of the time she was looking me straight in the eyes. I had never felt so embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Even in normal social circumstances, simply catching her looking at me was enough to make my heart jump.

As the pace of breath increased and my chest began to flush, she sat up, her back against the wall lining the side of the bed, and slid her hand under her panties, her legs opened and facing me, still looking at me. This was enough to push me over the edge. Breathing heavily and rapidly pushing my clit around, I came shortly after, biting on my thumb to keep from moaning.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, I began looking at her intently – not just glancing. She seemed to enjoy my visible shyness as much as she did the sight of my body. I kept touching myself as I watched her, massaging my breasts, caressing my thigh. I was still breathing rather heavily.

She was simply stunning. I could make out the outline of her hand moving under her panties, rhythmically going back and forth on her clit. I could see her biting her lower lip, her chest rising and falling under her increasingly fast breathing. Then she stopped looking at me, closing her eyes as her back arched and her head pushed back against the wall. Looking at her I could almost feel her orgasm. I could feel my vulva flowing.

Shortly after, she opened her eyes and leaned toward me to kiss me. I don’t know if she meant it as a kiss goodnight or something, but at that point I could not hold back and returned her kiss with all I had. She held the kiss a short while, but must have taken it as a signal because she swiftly proceeded to take my shirt off, before kissing me again. Then again on the neck, collarbone, and all the way down to my breast. She ran her tongue on my nipple before kissing it generously, sucking on it a little, before moving down the side of my chest, kissing my stomach, my waist, and then all the way up my thigh, gently pulling my panties along.

Before long, she kissed my labia and onto my still very sensitive clit, making me quiver with each kiss. She teased me a bit with her tongue, and before long she sat back on her ankles and pushed two fingers all the way inside me, right up to my G-spot, placing her other hand just below my lower abdomen to keep teasing my clit with her thumb. I don’t know if it was the position, the situation or my own inexperience at the time, but just using her fingers, she made me feel better than anything I had done to myself in the past. I had to shove a pillow in my face to silence the moans I was no longer able to hold back.

I reached climax soon enough, and she kept going inside me all while my orgasm lasted. I felt like I came again before the first orgasm was even over. After that, she got up to go to the bathroom, and brought me back a towel and a glass of water. We opened the window in her room and smoked a few cigarettes, chatting about casual things as if we were just getting out of a class.

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And that’s how I began the weirdest relationship of my life with Sarah.

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