A tour of her porn membership leads to an intense masturbation session with one of [M]y best [F]riends

I first met Bailey when I was still in high school. She came to my mid-sized rural town to go to college and ended up in the same party circles as me (we both associated with a motley assortment of skaters, punks, metalheads, and other degenerates). We hit it right off and she quickly became one of my closest friends.

Bailey was a very attractive hipster girl, 6″ tall and slightly lanky, with small, perky breasts. She kept her black hair short in a pixie cut, and had small ear gauges, a nose ring, and several tattoos.

After school, I went to work in a union apprenticeship while Bailey finished college and eventually moved a couple of hours away to the big city. The night in question here happened on my first visit to see her.

On a Friday, I took the train to the city, and Bailey met me at the station. She spent most of that day taking me around the city and showing me the sights, including her apartment and the greenhouse she worked in. Her degree was in photography, but she mostly took photos as a side gig, working as a gardener for her primary job.

That night we went out bar hopping, getting good and decently drunk before heading back to her place to wind down.

Bailey hooked her laptop up to the tv and we both plopped onto the couch. While she rolled a blunt, I got online to play some music. Aimlessly fucking around, I scrolled through her favorites list and stumbled across a star labeled Ersties.

“Whoa dude, you have an Ersties subscription!?” I laughed. “No way, that’s top tier stuff.”

“There’s some good shit on there, man.” Bailey said, lighting the blunt and taking a large puff. Reaching over, she clicked the tab and went to the site as she passed me the blunt.

“Damn, dude.” I said as I navigated around the site a bit, seeing what I was missing. “I’m a little jealous.”

“It’s worth the money.” Bailey replied, taking the blunt back from me. “Feel free to take advantage later if you want.”

“Well, aren’t you a good host…” I chuckled.

“It’s not a big deal. Everybody’s gotta do it.” Bailey said with a shrug. She took a hit and then added, “Bro, if I had time, I would masturbate *every day*.”

From there we launched into a casual discussion of our masturbation and porn-viewing habits, passing the blunt back and forth, Ersties videos playing the whole time. Occasionally Bailey would change the video or point out something happening on the screen and make a comment like “That’s hot.”

Eventually the blunt was snubbed out and the night was getting long.

“Goddammit, I’m gonna have blue balls now.” Bailey complained, stretching. “If you weren’t here I probably would have spanked one out by now.”

“Well shit, don’t let me hold you back.” I said. “I can go to the bathroom or something so that you can have the TV to yourself here.”

Bailey stared at the screen for a moment, watching two girls play. Her hand was unconsciously squeezing the crotch of her jeans. Turning towards me, she said “Nah, fuck it, we’re both adults here. I think we can both do what we need to do without being weird about it.”

“You sure?” I asked. I couldn’t believe that this was happening; my cock was swelling with nervous excitement.

“Yeah, I just wanna get my rocks off and go to bed.” Bailey said, standing up to unbutton and unzip her jeans. “You can go to the bathroom if you want, I don’t care, but if you do that you’re gonna be missing out. Just sayin’.”

Bailey worked her jeans down, stepping out of them and kicking them away, before dropping back down onto the couch. She began scrolling through the catalogue of videos on the screen, groping herself casually over her black panties with her free hand.

As I watched Bailey select a video to put on, I rubbed my half-chubbed dick through my jeans, still in a state of disbelief over the situation.

She finally made a choice, playing an MFF anal video and putting it on full screen. Bailey then settled back, putting her feet up on the cushions and spreading her thighs apart. I popped the button on my jeans, slowly unzipping them and slipping my hand inside. I was trying to be discreet and watch the video instead of Bailey, but it was difficult with her sitting beside me, rubbing herself over her panties and breathing heavily.

Cautiously, I slid down of my jeans and briefs, pulling them to my knees. My engorged cock flopped free across my thigh. Bailey appeared not to notice, or at least made a good show of it. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I began softly stroking.

Bailey had both of her hands under her panties, fingering herself and rubbing her clit. I continued slowly and methodically sliding my hand up and down my now quite hard cock, my goal being to stave off orgasm for as long as possible. My plan worked, with Bailey being first to cross the finish line.

“*Ungh!* Oh *fuck!*” Bailey moaned gutturally as she came, writhing, her hands frantically working underneath her panties. Her movements and panting slowed as the orgasm finished coursing through her. She slid her fingers out of herself and sucked the juices off of them, still rubbing herself with her other hand.

I took the opportunity to work my jeans down to my ankles, giving me room to spread out a little bit as I began to pick up the pace and stroke more intently. Turning her attention towards me, Bailey threw a leg over mine and watched me intently, as she began rubbing her clit with renewed vigor, still over her panties.

“Fuck it.” Bailey suddenly announced, lifting her ass up off the couch and peeling off her panties, dropping them on the floor, before settling back into position.

I should mention that I had seen Bailey in several states of undress before. The most nude I had ever seen her was once when we had driven down to the lake, where she had swam topless, wearing only a bikini bottom that was basically just a g-string, baring her entire ass. I had never been able to help but appreciate her body.

Now here she was, wearing a T-shirt but completely bottomless, one leg draped over mine with her pussy on full display, glistening and topped with a neat landing strip.

Watching the video, and each other, we masturbated silently together, the only sound was of our breathing and the noise of the TV. As I felt my climax building, I stroked more and more urgently, until finally I burst onto my chest and stomach.

Groaning with the intensity of it, I worked out huge ropes of cum onto my own shirt. Bailey was cracking up laughing, a huge grin on her face, as she watched me erupting onto myself. As she continued to furiously rub her clitoris, her laughter turned into a whimper.

“Oh my god, *fuuuuuuck…*” Bailey moaned as her hips bucked into the air. She grabbed a hold of my thigh, her fingers sinking in tightly, as she brought herself to a second, shuddering orgasm.

“Goddamn, dude…” She panted breathlessly afterwards, clearly spent.

Surveying the mess I had made of myself, Bailey giggled and stood up, saying “Hold on” as she crossed the room, her ass bouncing slightly with her stride. She handed me a towel, and I wiped up the best I could. Taking it when I was done, Bailey carried it, by the corner and between her thumb and pointer finger, over to the closet that concealed her washer and dryer. I followed her, tugging my briefs back on and taking my shirt off, depositing it in the washer with the towel. Still bottomless, Bailey retrieved her panties and pulled them back on. We did shots before returning to the couch and smoking a bowl in our underwear.

“That was fun.” Bailey stated, still glowing with post-nut energy. “Thanks for doing that with me and being cool about it.”

We hung out chatting for a little while longer before she retired to her bedroom to sleep and I passed out on the couch.

There was a little lingering awkwardness the next day, but it quickly dissipated and the rest of the weekend progressed normally, and come Sunday we were hugging good-bye at the train station.

Our friendship continues to this day. We only see each other once or twice a year, but we still talk regularly. Our relationship has remained almost entirely platonic, the only exceptions throughout the last few years being an isolated couple of instances of lurid photo and video sharing between us.

And there you have it folks, the story of at least one person’s most memorable wank. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed recounting it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xjs8cj/a_tour_of_her_porn_membership_leads_to_an_intense