It's not cheating if they both masturbate themselves.

Of course it's not cheating if they masturbate themselves.

It's not cheating.

It's not.

Zoey had laid down on the couch, her shirt pulled up revealing her fair sized breasts (Tyler guessed she was most likely a 34C, but had no idea. Definitely, he thought, bigger than Kaitlyn.) and nice, tight, little stomach. Her pants were now down by her ankles and her fingers were planted firmly into her panties. As she pulled her pants down, Tyler noticed how wet she had made herself. There was no wet spot on her panties -- her entire panties were a wet spot.

Tyler was now over top of her, one of his legs kneeling on the couch next to her body and the other on the bare floor, him leaning over her with his face close to hers as his free hand not currently jerking himself off was supporting him leaning so far down.

"Why are you so close to me?" Zoey asked.

"You have a cute face when you're masturbating."

He could tell she got even redder. "Such a compromising position for my boss to see me in."

"So you're finally acknowledging I'm actually an assistant and not just a normal worker?"

"Only when we're fooling around like this...tasting my boss's cum is a lot more erotic than some nerd who likes old books."

Tyler tried to think of a retort to her burn. "Bold words for a girl...with, uh, a ponytail."

She laughed. "We need to work on your dirty talk."

"I guess I do need some practice."

"Hopefully, you'll get a lot." She leaned up and kissed him.

"Are we considering that cheating?" He asked.

"Um..." She said, thinking. "My body says no, as I continue to fight the urge to put that cock you're jerking off in my mouth, so. I don't think I'm qualified to answer right now."

"Let's just make it a gray area, then. Just...no tongue?" He offered.

"Please."

He leaned down farther and began to kiss her. Small pecks at first, on each corner of her lips, then to a full on kiss. He leaned down farther and nibbled on her jawline, causing a high pitched, quiet moan to come out of her. He heard her fingers go faster. He kissed her jawline, then moved his way farther down onto her neck, where he kissed her again and again before dragging himself back up to her lips.

Her other hand moved to her breast. Poking, pinching, rubbing on her cute little quarter sized areola and even smaller nipple. Her quiet moans became full ones.

"Pull those fucking panties down." He demanded, stroking himself even harder. "I wanna see."

Silently, without even thinking about it, she ripped her panties down, causing the elastic to break as it lost all tension around her thighs and lay flat on the couch. Neither seemed to notice nor care as she spread one of her legs even farther off of the couch.

Zoey was an expert at this, too. She rubbed and teased her clit with her middle and index finger, and every so often would plunge her two fingers deep inside of herself. She wasn't just wet. She was soaking.

Tyler had pretty much forgotten about masturbating and was mesmerized. The smell, the look, the eroticism of it all...he couldn't help himself.