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A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2)
Date: 7/22/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... some things are best left private." "Now I definitely know you're lying. Do you need anything else?" "Not right now, thanks." "Hmm. Are you sure? And not lying again? I think there is something else you need." I glanced downward, noticing how obvious my bulge was, and felt my heart rate jump up. "What's that?" "I don't think you really want to watch this show." She giggled. "Ah. Yeah, I guess not." She started channel surfing again, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I had thought she was going a different way with that. No, it was more than that. I had hoped she was. I had wanted her to suggest it, even if I decided to turn her down. I did want it. Damn it, it was going to be at least a week before I had the bandages off. I stared out the window at the bright summer's day. The trees were all green, blowing in a gentle breeze, and the only sounds were distant c***dren. It was another of those great summer days, home alone without anyone there but Mandy. Mandy, sitting on the couch, trying to help me find a channel to watch, leaning forward, focused. Focused on helping me. She had become so pretty, her slender arms and small hands holding out to grasp that remote control. "See anything you like?" she asked idly. "Uh, no. There's nothing on. Just turn it off." She looked over to me. "You sure?" "Yeah. I'll just relax here a while." "Okay." She put the remote down, but stayed put, and ...
... we both just sat in a comfortable silence for a minute. My dick was so hard it ached. It was Friday; if I couldn't find the courage now, I'd have to wait three more days. "Hey Mandy?" She looked over at me, face completely open, saying nothing but simply waiting to hear what I said. "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, and I was wondering..." She either didn't see where I was going with it, or simply wanted to hear me say it, and said nothing. "...if maybe you would...touch me again?" The awkward silence that followed my question soon gave way to a soft smile. "I mean, if it's not...too much trouble..." "It wouldn't be too weird for you?" From anyone else, that would probably have been meant sarcastically, but not Mandy. "I think I can handle it now. Unless it's weird for you. I would totally understand if it would be too uncomfortable to you knowing I couldn't make it, you know, more impersonal." "It's okay, I'll do it." She came beside me and put her hand on my shoulder. "It helps you relax. And it, uh, it's okay if you are thinking about me, it doesn't bother me. I understand it. You don't have to pretend it's not me." I was so grateful I felt embarrassed, and couldn't even say the thank you I wanted to. "So, how do you want to...?” "Well, get up so we can get you undressed." Soon I was once again naked in the chair, with Mandy squatting down to the side. Instead of closing my eyes, ...