Daniela

“You implied handjobs are not real sex,” he said, his fingers coming up, slipping beneath my wasitband, rubbing me through my panties. “But there’s no part of our body where we’ve finer motor control than our fingers.” He pulled my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my pussy, exploring, probing, feeling my heat. I whimpered. “So, if done expertly,” he continued, “A handjob can be profoundly pleasurable.” Right as he said that, his fingers pushed up inside me. I gasped and writhed, collapsing into him.

Samuel & Daphne

Daphne nodded at the tent in my crotch. “Your boy’s looking like he’s ready to go,” she said to Annabel, “Do what you want, but we’re not prudes here. I’ll even help, if you want.”

Chloe

She said, “But if someone were to force themself on me, overpowering me, using my body for their own sick, degenerate pleasure, well then I wouldn’t be cheating, would I?”

Roommates

Her panties are pink and lacy, in that boyshort style that rides high, clings to the curve of her hips. My eyes trace the turning of the hemline, the sweeping pattern stretched taut over her round ass. One leg is straight, the other bent, butt pushed back. My jaw hangs slack. The sun’s not even up yet, this is more than I am prepared to handle this early in the morning.

Dorothy

Dorothy saw him breathing heavy now. She wanted to push him over his self-imposed threshold, make him take the first move. “Is that what you want, Mr. Johnson? A girl who reminds you that you’re a healthy, strong, man who takes what he wants, when he wants it? Is that what you are, Mr. Johnson? A man? Or are you going to go home and masturbate?”

Colin

She trails off as I furiously try pulling the blankets up over my erection, closing the lid on the laptop, and scrambling for any plausible story to cover what was happening. “Jesus, Colin, lock the door if you’re going to be doing that,” Dorothy says.

Ben

“I remember how I felt at your age,” she says, “Back when I was new to feeling horny all of the time. That feeling never really goes away, you know,” she cups her tits in her hands, looks me in the eye, and squeezes them. I try and fail to maintain eye contact. She doesn’t seem to mind, just continues speaking, “We all just learn to live with it in our own ways. Now, has Dani met all of your needs?” She places her hand on my knee, “Or did she leave enough for me?”

Riley

Tressa made a show of being unfazed. “Yes, I was fingering her, or whatever you want to call it. But if you’re not going to do something well, I always say it isn’t worth doing at all, so I stopped.” Riley shifted on her chair, not saying anything. A mental picture of Riley with Tressa’s hand down her pants flashed into my mind. It was awkward. Tressa continued, “And that’s when I remembered you.”