Teamwork - Sex Stories

Teamwork

"I wanna watch you cum," I said as I peeled off my shirt. "Alright," she said, tugging her pants over her hips, "but no touching. I don't think your girlfriend or my boyfriend would appreciate that." We had a couple classes together, and had started hanging out several nights a week, watching TV together. We were both in long-distance relationships with someone in our hometowns, and we were both horny as hell. One night, after the show we were watching ended, conversation had drifted to our significant others, and how frustrating the whole long-distance thing is. As our talk drifted into more sexual territory, a charge had started to build between us. We spoke frankly about masturbation, and what we fantasized about. The dam finally burst when she asked if I ever got off while thinking about her. I admitted that I did, frequently, and she said she did the same. We talked about whether it was cheating, and when we decided it wasn't, I suppose it was only natural to suggest masturbating together. Which is how I found myself watching as she reached behind her back to undo her bra while I took off my boxers. Both naked, we leaned back, facing one another across the couch. My hand was wrapped around my growing hard-on as I surveyed her body. Her shoulder-length hair was tied back in a simple ponytail. Her eyes stared hungrily at my cock as she slid her hands up her sides to cup her breasts and pull on her nipples. Inhaling, she let them go, and I felt a surge as I watched them ...

... harden and contract. I began stroking, squeezing the head of my cock between my thumb and forefinger. She caught my eye, and gave me a half-smile before turning her gaze lower. Still holding her left breast in one hand, her other slowly moved down her body. Her breath quickened as her open palm slid across her belly and over her trimmed bush. Her legs spread, she bit her lower lip and moved her hand further downward, sliding her fingers down her lips. Slowly, she moved her hand in a circle, fingers together, keeping pressure on her clit. Keeping her eyes fixed on my hand moving along my shaft, she reached down with her other hand and spread open her lips. I inwardly groaned as I saw that she was already wet. As she slipped her middle finger inside, I shifted, sitting up so I could see better. I jealously watched that finger plunging in and out of her, and continued to stroke my cock. She added her index finger, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pausing only for a moment to spread her wetness over her clit. The smell of sex was strong around us, that musky, sweaty scent arousing us further. She pulled her fingers out and moved her right hand around her leg so she was fingering herself from behind while her left hand rubbed small, tight circles around her clit. I leaned further forward, practically kneeling between her thighs. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at my face. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily. There were increasingly sloppy, wet noises, and ...