Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 1

... pulled back in a thick ponytail. She was wearing a long, floppy t-shirt and shorts. She also wore glasses, red fingernail polish, and a large ring on one pinkie. She looked like a hot librarian.

"Donny? Come on in. I'm Jane," she said. I looked around. The room was pretty much the same as Dylan's and my room: two twin beds, two desks, two chairs, one mini-fridge. The only difference was the posters on the walls. Oh, and this one was a lot cleaner.

"You can use Britney's desk," she said, waving a hand at it. The desk was virtually bare. "She doesn't study much, as you can see." Jane's voice took on a snide tone. "She's more interested in slutting around campus with different boys every night."

"You don't approve?" I asked.

"I believe in being true to someone special," Jane said. "My boyfriend goes to college several hundred miles from here. I miss him, but I would never cheat on him."

"Really? Same with me. My girlfriend is back home, and I've been true to her all semester."

Jane flopped down on her bed. "It's hard, isn't it?" she said. "I mean, with all the free love going on all over campus, it's difficult to stay true to one person."

"That's for sure," I said. "But there are ways of releasing the pressure, of course." Then I started to blush, realizing what I had just admitted, to a total stranger, no less.

"You mean masturbation? Yeah, I need to do that a lot, too." She gave me a sheepish smile. "It's tough when you share a dorm room, ...

... though."

"No kidding!" I said. "In fact...." Then I caught myself and stopped short. God, I'm an idiot.

"What?"

"No, it's too embarrassing," I said.

"Oh, come on! We might as well be friends. What were you going to say?"

What the hell, I thought. "I was going to say, I was especially pissed at Dylan for kicking me out tonight, because I really wanted to, uh, relieve myself before starting to study for the evening. In my room, alone."

Jane gave me a thoughtful look. "I probably would have tonight, too. I usually do when Britney is out whoring around. I hate to pass up a good opportunity." She kept looking at me.

"What?" I said. "What's with the look?"

"Well... since we both admitted to doing it, and both admitted to wanting to do it tonight.... why not do it here?"

"What, both of us? Together?"

"Sure, why not?" She tossed her hair and gave me a sly grin. "You're kind of cute, and it would be much better if I was looking at a naked guy while I did it. Don't you think?"

This was crazy, is what I was thinking. And, I was thinking about Donna back home. Would she approve? No way!

"Come on, Donny. It wouldn't be cheating. We wouldn't even touch each other. We'll just strip, sit on opposite sides of the room, and take care of business. Only we wouldn't have to be lonely while we're doing it."

That was an excellent point, and I was struck by the sheer wisdom of it. The worst thing about masturbation is that it is so very, very lonely. Looking at a tall, ...