When I was in college, I had a really good guy friend. He was a drummer in an alternative metal band and all the girls wanted him (well, most of them anyway), but he wasn’t interested in any of them. I had a huge crush on him which he knew about, but he always treated me like just a friend. Most people assumed he was gay because he wasn’t into any of the girls even though he never had a boyfriend or hooked up with any guys either. In retrospect, I think he was probably what is now known as asexual or ace, but that wasn’t really a thing when I was in college.
I used to daydream about him a lot. He had a magnificent body and a wonderful personality. Many nights after we hung out till 2 am at the Rat (the campus pub/cafe), I would go home to my dorm room on the north end of campus and rub myself silly imagining being in bed with him, my mouth wrapped around what I imagined was his long thick perfectly shaped dick, his tongue casually flicking my hard little clit till we both came in long hard spasms and then Çankaya Escort Bayan rested, our smooth sweaty bodies happily intertwined with each other. Sometimes I would even think about him when I was in bed with one of my boyfriends or my occasional hookups of both genders, and it always made my orgasms a lot more powerful.
When I was a senior, he was in graduate school in Dublin studying philosophy and playing the local clubs. We texted all the time, but we also talked on the phone like once a month. One chilly night in October, I was laying in bed in my new apartment talking to him when all of a sudden the sound of his voice got me unbelievably horny. I was planning to rub off after we got done talking–a good hard orgasm always helps me sleep–but I guess something maybe the tone of my voice or the sound of my breathing tipped him off. He chuckled and asked me in a low deep voice, “Are you horny?”
I blushed, but quickly answered “Yes, I am. Very.” (He was my crush and having Çankaya Escort him ask me that was a dream come true.)
“Good. Go ahead and touch yourself. I don’t mind.”
In a dreamlike state, I followed his instructions. I hiked up my long t shirt and slipped my fingers under my panties. I was already soaking wet. I rubbed myself nice and slow, teasing my clit to a fever pitch, then dipping my fingers inside my hot soaking wet pussy for more moisture to rub all over my slippery clit, driving myself higher and higher till all I could focus on was his voice and the burning wet pleasure between my legs.
“Rub your clit,” he ordered me quietly. “You need to cum. I know you need it.”
Expertly I did as he asked, rubbing my clit with two fingers harder and faster, feeling myself approaching closer and closer to orgasm but not wanting to finish yet, not wanting this moment to end, savoring the sheer ecstasy of submitting to his will and pleasuring myself in front of my crush. I wanted Escort Çankaya so badly to ask him if his cock was hard, if he was rubbing it too, but I didn’t want to break the spell.
“Tell me when you cum,” he commanded. “Tell me what it feels like to cum all over your fingers.”
I tried to tease myself, I wanted this moment to last, but I was too horny. I desperately tried to hold back, but my fingers moved with a will of their own and my orgasm snuck up on me way sooner than I expected. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, followed by a long guttural grunt, then an even longer moment of silence while I lay there in an orgasmic daze. I hadn’t cum so hard in years, not since that one magical night with my best friend where I taught her the sheer pleasure of letting another woman go down on her for the first time.
I could feel him smile on the other end. “Good girl. I’m gonna let you get some sleep now.”
We stayed friends for years after that and still talk from time to time today, but this magic moment was never repeated (though I did frequently masturbate after our conversations). But I think about it often and it almost always gets me horny enough to rub off while I remember it. Which, if you’ll excuse me, is what I’m going to do right now. Have a great day.