[MF] My old college masturbation pal

I’ve had a few people encourage me to tell this story, so here goes. My frosh year of college, I became really close to a girl in my dorm hall. We were both far from home, lonely, and introverts, and we connected intensely in that way young people can do.

She was a Latina from SoCal, while I am a white guy. She had a long term boyfriend who was a sophomore at another college maybe 6 hours away. We honestly, truly weren’t interested in dating each other…she wasn’t attracted to white men, while there was a part of her personality that would have seriously grated on me if we dated. She was pretty, but not in a particularly special way. She had the body of a 19 year old…taught, perky smallish breasts, but also carrying 10 lbs too much from the frequent binge drinking.

We spent a LOT of time together…I was her crutch for not having her boyfriend there and, for me, she was someone I could confide in. When our respective parents visited, we were the friend that got to go out to dinner with them.

One night, we were sitting in her room alone and ended up discussing masturbation one night, and how it’s a pain in the dorms with a roommate. Then she asked me what I jack off too. I told her my memories usually, or porn. She asked what memory I think about most. I described my favorite sexual memory from my ex girlfriend to her, then admitted it was making me horny telling someone else. And she told me I could jack off in her room since her roommate was an athlete on a road trip, and my roommate was usually in our room. Then she…didn’t leave. So I was like “while you are here?” She said she didn’t care. So I just…started. It was nerve wracking pulling it out while she watched. But I wasn’t letting this moment slip by. Then she started touching herself.

That was the first time. I didn’t get to see anything, as she only slipped her hand down the front of her sweats. She did see me cum into a tissue though, and I awkwardly headed back to my room. Confused.

Then she mentioned doing it again one night. I agreed, and we went into her room. I laid down on her futon and slipped my shorts off. She climbed on her bed, slipped her sweatpants off and…there was her beautiful pussy. Unshaven, moisture visible…it was mindblowing to see my friend’s vagina in this context.

We proceeded to masturbate while watching each other’s fingers do work…I was trying to go as slow as possible, not wanting the moment to end. She rubbed her clit with vigor, and when I saw her eyes close, I sped up my own masturbation, knowing she was close. I came all over my stomach to the sounds of her moans.

After that night, we were both addicted, and returned to our “jack-off sessions” a couple times a week for the rest of the school year. We ended up having fun with it…we were both usually completely naked during it, and taught each other a ton about the opposite sex. It was silly at times…once we were comfortable, I saw every inch of her body, and vice versa. I watched her insert various objects into her vagina, and she encouraged me to try different lubes while I rubbed myself. One night we described each other’s assholes to each other as we took turns laying prone with her legs up above our heads, her joking that she would never in a million years let her boyfriend inspect her like that. I learned about female grooming…i remember the mixed emotions I would have when she would slip her panties off in front of me and I would see her freshly shaved, and realize she had done that because she had visited her boyfriend the past weekend.

We never did progress to actual touching during our naked sessions. The closest we came was actually with other people around…we drunkenly streaked one night in a larger group, and before she put her bra back on, she stared at me and then slurred “you can touch them if you want.” I did, and it was wonderful…oddly fitting to finally touch after so much time literally staring at them while I got off.

She broke up with her boyfriend the summer after our freshman year, but I was sort of seeing a new girl, and we lived in separate dorms. In any case, the magic spell would have been gone – her having a boyfriend all that time made it all seem safe, like we weren’t doing anything wrong or weird because she would NEVER cheat and it was just close friends serving as a release for each other.

Our friendship faded without the benefit of proximity, and probably also because we could never maintain the level of intimacy we reached that year. I haven’t talked to her in years, but have watched from social media as she got married and then had her first child this past year. But what I wouldn’t give for one more lonely Friday night with her in the dorm room.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l0lu2u/mf_my_old_college_masturbation_pal