Masturbate... Slowly.

You can't take it any longer. Celina breathing right next to you, your hard cock. You won't be able to sleep unless you can blow this load. Besides, it's probably for you to get rid of this hard-on as soon as you can. But you've got to keep it quiet. Too much sound and you'll wake her up, too much vibrations and you'll do the same.

"Sorry," you whisper, as you pull your cock out of your boxers.

You rub yourself slowly, in time with her breathing. Normally, you wouldn't be satisfying yourself with such slow strokes. But Celina's all you need, you don't even need to picture her naked. Just being next to you is enough to increase your pleasure. Her body moves up and down with her breathing, and you do the same with your hand. You quickly bring yourself to the place you want to be, and you're about to release...But then a thought strikes you. Where are you going to come?

"shit..." you say aloud. You don't really have any options. You stop jacking, and try your best to not touch it anymore. Your eyes dart to the doorway.... Yeah, it's goona have to be a trek the bathroom. You start to lift your body out of the bed.

All of a sudden, Celina rolls over. You probably disturbed her when you tried to get up. She lands halfway over you, her top arm across your chest, naturally gripping your far shoulder, her top knee slightly raised across your legs, just below where your dick is. She must notice that her sleeping arrangement has changed because it's enough to wake her up. She lets out a groan and stretches across you, opening her eyes.

Of course, all of this is too much, you knew by the time her arm fell across your chest that you wouldn't be able to contain yourself. As hard as you try to stop it you realise that she's now in the way of both of your arms. Your cock trembles, releasing it's load onto the fron of her dress.

"Shit!" you yell, "SHIT!"

Celina starts freaking out, simply due to your screams and shaking. She figures there's something on you, she's screaming, and begins scrambling across you to get across the bed. You're still shooting everywhere, but now she's fully awake. It shoots everywhere you don't want it, because you'd rather not have it anywhere. Tons land on the front of her dress, a bit lands on her right glove, one shot hits her cheek, and a bit lands on your own shirt. In her scrambling, several of the shots on her dress are smeared, either from her own arms or from brushing against you and your cock.

By the time you can get your hand on to stop it all, she's already off of the bed and running towards the lightswitch.

She flickson the lights, and looks straight back at where you're lying. You haven't managed to conceal anything. She has a look on your face that you can only assume is absolute horror.

So there you are, lying on the bed, clutching your limpening cock, covered in your own cum, staring back at a girl who is also covered in your cum, with the most terrified expression on her face. And you're pretty scared too, thinking about the several years you'll probably be spending in prison.

But then you realise that the look on her face is one that is less terrified, and more of one that is completely curious. Your assumption of this is confirmed when she points at you and half-screams, half-asks "What is that?" She's pointing directly at your dick.

...Damn, this is the most socially awkward girl you've ever met. For sure.