Casual Masturbation

Sara thought back to her Senior year of high school. It had been late in the year, finals were almost upon the students and colleges were being chosen when the video had been sent around. Apparently one of the more popular students, a football player named Brad, had gotten into a fight with his girlfriend and broke up her. The girl, feeling repugnant towards her ex, started to share around a video he had sent her during their time together for ****.

She remembered she had been about to go to sleep at 2 O'clock in the morning after some late night jilling when her phone buzzed with a text from Kaylee, containing the video and a message saying "enjoy!" Opening it had made her jaw drop, her pussy moistening as she watched the video. Brad, fully nude laying on his bed, jerking off for the camera. She hadn't gotten much sleep that night.

One of the biggest reasons Sara had been excited to move in with Josh was the prospect of catching him masturbating, although it had never come to fruition. From what she could tell he either barely jerked off, or always waited until she was out of the house before he got down and dirty. "But if that could change..."

She felt a blush creeping down her cheeks and smiled as she typed into the phone:

• In addition to eating breakfast, brushing teeth, and showering, masturbating is an important part of a single man's morning routine and is usually done in the common area of his house.

Pressing enter, Sara chuckled to herself glumly. The idea certainly was hot as hell, but it was just an idea all the same. Putting the phone back down, she sat up, stretching her arms out and arching her back before finally slouching back onto the couch, her right hand resting on her breast.

"The hell?" Josh muttered to himself, perplexed. "This doesn't seem right..." He was standing in front of his closet, looking at the selection of clean clothes inside. Except, they seemed different than the clothes he usually had. His array of shorts looked tighter, as did most of his shirts. The assortment of graphic tees and hoodies had been almost entirely replaced with many more muscle shirts than he usually had, leaving only a few with logos of sports teams and some tv shows he liked.

Weird, he thought to himself before shrugging it off. I'll have to ask Sara about it later. He put on a t-shirt bearing the name of his old high school sports team and a pair of jeans and turned away from the closet.

Suddenly, a wave of lightheadedness passed over him. He blinked a few times, feeling as though he was forgetting something. Then it hit him- He had almost forgotten to jerk off! Usually he was very much on top of his routine, but it seemed he was a bit off today.

Josh shook his head a little before walking over to the door and heading out into the hallway towards the sitting room, where he saw Sara lazily sitting on the couch watching tv.

He stopped in his tracks and blushed. She'd grown up without any brothers or male cousins, so it wasn't uncommon for her to forget that he needed his "me time" every day. He thought back to the first time he'd unzipped in front of her. She'd freaked out, thinking he was trying to make an uncouth move on her, until he reminded her that they were taught in sex-ed that it was a normal part of his morning routine as a single guy. Later she had apologized, and things had gone back to normal, but that still hadn't made the experience any less awkward.

Nowadays he would usually just whip out his dick and she would get the hint, either leaving or making him cover himself with a blanket.

"Hey," Josh said as he casually made his way over to the couch and dropped both his pants and underwear around his legs. He grasped his cock with his right hand, which was rapidly becoming erect, and started to fondle his balls with the other. As his breathing started to become heavy he looked up at the ceiling and started to picture himself fucking Sara as usual.

Despite her not wanting a relationship he couldn't help but think about her most of the time when he masturbated. It was only natural, she was definitely the girl he saw the most, and she was quite attractive. Plus, it helped that it didn't take much effort to remember what she looked like when she was sitting next to him.

He quickly glanced over at her as he pumped, his eyes immediately landing on her chest. He quickly became acutely aware that she was staring it him, wide eyed.

His eyes quickly darted away in embarrassment, shooting back up to the ceiling.

"Shit, sorry! I didn't mean to do that, I was- I mean, uh-" He stumbled over his words trying to recover when he noticed she wasn't staring anymore and was instead quickly texting on her phone.

Or, wait, as he looked closer he realized that she wasn't on her phone, she was on his.

"Hey, what are you-" He began, until another wave of lightheadedness washed over him.