You're pent up with horny stress. She's more than willing to help you relieve it.

This was a horrible mistake and I immediately regret agreeing to this decision.

It wasn’t the fact that I had to share the bed with Stacy, no. That part is fine, since not only were we just friends, but the bed was big enough to give us enough space away from each other.

The problem wasn’t that.

The problem was, apparently, Stacy had a hard time sleeping unless she’s in her underwear.

Her explanation for why was that she had trouble breathing sometimes when sleeping with clothes on, so she usually preferred sleeping this way.

“And you’re perfectly okay sleeping in your underwear with a guy around... why again?” I had asked her earlier.

“Well, I’m definitely not changing my sleeping habits if I wanted a healthy proper night's rest.” She huffed, “And I already told you that I’m comfortable if it’s with you. Plus, you’ve already seen what I look like naked. Being in my underwear shouldn’t be any different, right?”

Her argument was sound. In theory, at least.

However in practice, I realized too late that just because I’ve seen her naked once, it doesn’t change the fact that I could still get horny about her in the future.

Case in point, it’s been three hours since we’ve gone to bed and I still couldn’t get a wink of sleep because my erection was painfully rubbing against my pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from occasionally looking over at Stacy’s amazingly sexy skin.

At this point, it pretty much didn’t matter whether I slept on the couch or not. Either way, I’m barely going to get a proper night's rest.

Sigh...

Maybe I should just sneak out of the room and try to sleep on the couch.

Despite what she says, it would definitely be the healthier option.

Firstly, because it lowers the chance of me getting another dose of blue balls every time I see her glistening semi-naked body radiating in the moonlight.

Secondly, it would probably be better if I took some time away from her for a moment. The longer I stayed around her, the more I’m scared I might do something seriously stupid that would ruin our friendship together.

Right now, in my current state of mind, I know I’m in an extremely childish mood. I’m jealous of a guy I’ve never even met, over a girl I only recently got to know lately, despite the fact that I should be respecting the hell out of him for all of his contributions to helping society.

I was too overly attached to Stacy, even though I’ve only known her for about a few days at most. This overly emotional feelings I have towards her were completely unhealthy and potentially life-ruining. I know that we’ve technically known each other for years now, but with the amnesia affecting me, these feelings couldn’t be justified.

Maybe if I take some time off away from Stacy, I can rationally talk myself over into cutting all romantic connections with her. This will save me from trouble in the future if I ever do something stupid, like confess my feelings to her during the heat of the moment, or punch the daylights out of her mentor if I ever get the chance to meet him.

And if the couch was too uncomfortable, I can just go to the front desk and request a vacant room, maybe. Stacy’s rich enough to afford that, right? Stacy wouldn’t mind if I put that room on her tab, maybe.

...

Nah, that would be a dick move. Couch it is then.

I slowly glanced over at Stacy again to check if she was still sleeping, getting distracted once more as my eyes lingered on her heaving breasts.

God, those are huge. Jealous or not, I gotta give kudos to the guy who gave her those juggs.

GAH, focus John!

Seeing she was still asleep, I slowly crept my way off the bed, wincing every time my boner rubbed against my pants.

God damn it, I still haven’t gotten used to the whole seven inches thing yet. Seriously, how the hell did it get so bi-

...

I asked Stacy’s mentor to perform some kind of penis growth surgery on me before the amnesia, didn’t I?

Of course I would. I couldn’t fucking resist paying $400 just for a bigger dong, could I?

Fucking fuckity fuck fuck FUCK ME-

Finally making it to the edge of the bed, I gave a silent victory cheer to myself when my feet touched the floor. I checked on Stacy again, before slowly creeping my way off the bed.

Before I could even take a third step, Stacy called out behind me, “Where are you going?”

“MEEP!” I squeaked in terror, turning around completely startled at her sudden voice.

I watched her rub her eyes and yawned, “Couldn’t sleep either, John? Yeah, me too.”

“Wait, you’ve been awake this entire time?” I asked, stupefied.

“Mhm.” She nodded tiredly. “I could feel you moving around in bed the whole time, so I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to say anything though since I thought you were asleep already.”

Yikes. And here I thought I was the sneakiest motherfucker in the world.

Awkwardly rubbing my neck, I apologized, "Sorry. I didn't realize I've been keeping you up this whole time."

"Where were you going?" She asked me, standing up from her bed and walking towards me, "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no no," I waved away, coming up with a quick lie, "It's nothing, really. Was planning to go to the restroom and come right back."

"You looked like you were headed towards the main room though." She frowned, pointing at the other side of the room, "The bathroom is over there, on the opposite side."

"Oh..." I muttered. Busted.

Crossing her arms, she firmly asked me, "If there's anything wrong, you need to tell me. There's no reason to hide anything from me, you know. I'm a doctor, I can help you if you need it."

When she crossed her arms, she accidentally lifted her boobs up, which caused my eyes to boggle down at her for a moment. Like a hypnotic snake, my view lingered at the way her breasts jiggled on top of her arms. When Stacy leaned her head down to grab my attention, I snapped out of it and looked away. Christ, I'm pathetically perverted. I wasn't even subtle about it, which was the frustrating part.

"I see you're still embarrassed whenever I catch you staring at breasts." She chuckled.

"Er... Sorry. Didn't mean to." I meekly mumbled.

With a playful sigh, she asked, "I wonder if I needed to put it in legal writing before you finally get it through your head that I don't mind whether you ogle at me or not." She softly flicked my head for emphasis, "I didn't get implant surgery just so that I would hide it away from other people, you know."

"Actually, if you want me to tell the truth..." I slowly told her, "The reason why I couldn't sleep was because I kept staring at you for the entire night..."

"Huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You see, uh..." I awkwardly began to explain, "I know you've said that you don't mind if I stared at you, but... well... That only just makes me want to stare at you every time. The problem is, every time I do, I get an erection. A really big one, that keeps distracting me and getting me restless. Oh god..." I shamefully facepalmed as I admitted to her, "I just... I keep getting pent up with horniness, and I didn't know how to relieve it properly. I didn't want to masturbate on your bed because... well, for one, I didn't want to accidentally wake you up, risking you catching me **** the chicken. Two, it's YOUR bed. It would have been awkward if I had made a mess here, only for you to find it tomorrow morning. I was planning on sneaking out to sleep on the couch so that I wouldn't be able to bother you."

God, this is embarrassing.

"I see..." She nodded thoughtfully. Then she just casually checked out my crotch, and shamelessly noticed, "Looks like my body is giving you an erection right now, even as we speak."

"Jesus, don't look!" I turned to tuck the damn offending thing away, "Just because you're okay with showing off your body doesn't mean I am too!"

She began laughing at that, "Geez, I never figured you to be such a prude, John. I never seen you act like this before." With a smirk, she told me, "I figured you were only embarrassed from looking at me because you've rarely seen busty women before and didn't know how to react. I didn't think it was because you were actually a bit conservative when it comes to taboo subjects like this."

"Well- I mean-" I stuttered nervously, "Whoever I was before the amnesia was completely different since I had already acclimated towards a culture where it was popular to get implant surgeries and show off your body! Back in 2019, we didn't have a legendary surgeon yet, so I'm obviously still a little behind the times! You can't blame me for thinking it's still inappropriate to perv on a lady, whether she cares or not! Especially since said lady is one of my closest friends, who I didn't want to purposely ****!"

She raised her hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay! You've made your point. I won't tease you anymore on the subject." Taking my hand though, she led me back to sit on the bed with her, "And I appreciate the fact that you did your best to be considerate towards me, not wanting to burden me or creep me out. I get it." Her reassuring smile then shifted to a stern frown, "However, it's still no excuse to try to sneak off to sleep in the couch, especially since I told you how unhealthy it was. As a doctor, I can't overlook that."

With a frustrated sigh, I asked, "Then what do you expect me to do? I can't let you go sleep on the couch yourself, but I can't sleep because I keep getting an erection every time I remember I'm sleeping right next to a hot and busty doctor in her underwear! It's going to drive me nuts!"

"From how I understand it, it just seems like you're unable to sleep because you got too much energy inside you." She explained professionally, before suggesting, "Why not spend a few moments in the bathroom by yourself and masturbate until you get all that energy out of you."

"M-Masturbate in the bathroom?" I stuttered, embarrassed at the suggestion.

"Do you think you'll be able to fall asleep more easily once you get all that pent up stress out of you?" She asked.

"Um... Y-Yeah... I think so. That'd probably help." I hesitantly nodded.

With a comforting smile, she nodded her head to the restroom, "Let's try it then. The sooner, the better. It's 1:15 AM right now, so we're losing precious time to sleep."

At her behest, we stood up and walked up to the restroom door. She opened the door for me as I walked in and patiently stood outside, waiting for me until I was done.

Standing in front of the toilet, I took my pants off and glared at the seven-inch villain that was attached between my legs. "Okay, asshole. Let's take care of you personally, doctor's orders."

I closed my eyes and started fantasizing the first thing that came to mind, which was admittedly, me doing very naughty naughty things to the good doctor's gigantic breasts.

"Feeling better now?" She asked as I left the restroom.

With an awkward smile, I nodded, "Yeah, I guess. It'll probably last for the night."

Not exactly my best fap- in fact, it was one of the more disappointing sessions I've ever done in recent years- but it'll have to do for now.

Stacy gave me a relieved smile, "Good. Now come on back to bed, I think you deserve a well-earned good night's sleep."

It literally only took ten minutes for my erection to come back.

Not only am I disappointed in myself, but I was also supremely ticked off.

Looking down at the offending organ that was currently the bane of my existence, I angrily whispered, "Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?! How the hell did it come back so soon?!"

It seemed Stacy was listening on me, as she called out to me, "John?"

I flinched, before slowly turning to face Stacy as she looked at me.

Stacy saw the tent that was pitching under the blankets, and made the obvious medical observation in the fucking history books, "I see some pent-up stress hasn't entirely left your body yet."

"I'm sorry, Stacy." I mumbled embarrassingly, "I tried to sleep the moment my head hit the pillows, but I ended up getting lost in thought and I accidentally looked over at your body again, one thing led to another, and before I knew it, it came back before I had the chance to look away."

We both stood up straight, now unable to sleep once more. Stacy turned to grab her glasses and wore them before facing me again. Observing my protruding member, she spoke to me in her professional voice, "I see... So not only is it pent-up stress keeping you awake, but I'm also partially responsible for depriving you of sleep."

I awkwardly scratched my head, "I'm definitely not going to lie, Doc. Letting me sleep nearby you when you're wearing nothing but your bare underwear, it's really not an effective deterrent from keeping me excited. You have to understand, my feeble brain is extremely attracted to your body, and I have no control over it."

She giggled at that, "I guess therein lies the list of problems we're having. You can't sleep with that erection bothering you, but your erection won't go away unless I'm not in the same vicinity. Yet you won't let me offer you the bed for yourself, and I won't stand to let you sleep on the couch. I can't get a good night's sleep if I'm fully clothed, and yet it's impossible to sleep when you're uncomfortably shifting around at night." Adjusting her glasses, she made another observation, "I'm also going to make the assumption that trying to masturbate in the bathroom wasn't exactly the best experience for you, which was why your erection returned so easily."

I hesitantly nodded at that, seeing no reason to lie about it now that everything's already up for open discussion between us.

"I guess there's no other solution then. There's only one way to solve this problem we found ourselves in." She sighed.

"W...What do you mean?" I confusedly asked, "How do we solve this?"

"I'm going to lay here and try to get some rest, while you are going to stay here and masturbate as many times as necessary until your libido finally calms down." She explained simply.

I stared at her in confusion for a moment, before her words could really sink into my brain. After a while, it was like a record player got scratched and repeated the last sentence over and over again inside my head.

"Uh..." I nervously asked, "I-Is that really a good idea? I mean, is that seriously the only thing you can think of?"

"I don't exactly see any other options." She told me, before explaining, "As I've said countless times, I really don't mind if you stared at my body. But if staring at my body is causing your erection, then you might as well have fun with it until you tire yourself out. Go ahead, I formally give you full permission to use me as your masturbation material until you're completely satisfied."

"B-B-B-But I'll make a mess all over the bed! I'll leave stains on the blankets and mattress!" I tried to argue.

"No need to worry, I'll have it all cleaned up tomorrow morning by one of the maids." She reassured me, "And don't even worry about how the maids will react. This is a very popular hotel, and people have invited lovers to their rooms to perform intimate sex countless times. I'm sure the maids won't even bat an eye if they see your fluids when they bring the blankets to their laundry machines."

I blinked at her. Then I blinked again. I blinked once more, before snapping out of it and bluntly telling her, "You are seriously way too easygoing about all this. Eerily so."

"I simply just want a good night's rest," she chuckled, "and if the only way to get that is to let you admire my body until you tucker yourself out, then I might as well just go with it."

I had to wonder to myself if Stacy was crazy or not. She understands what she was suggesting, right? She was basically giving me full reigns to jerk off right in front of her while letting herself be eye candy for me.

This sort of thing was something a normal girl would never let anyone do, not unless she either fully trusts the dude, or was already in a relationship with him. And I already knew for a fact that it wasn't the second scenario.

Four years of being friends with me must have really made her completely comfortable with my presence, to the point where she could LITERALLY let me jack off in front of her and not have a care in the world.

Despite all of this being INCREDIBLY APPEALING to me, I still had some... reservations...

"You're really okay with this, Stacy?" I asked once more to make sure, "You have no complaints if I actually take my pants off right now and stare at you as I masturbate?"

"I'll reassure you again and again if you need me to before you're finally comfortable to actually do it." She smirked, "Yes, I'm completely fine with it. Don't hold back."

"But what if your mentor found out about this? Like, what if he knew that you let me do something like this to you?"

This time, she raised an intrigued eyebrow at this, before answering, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if he ever found out about this... Why exactly would it matter to you whether he knew about this or not?"

"Oh, uh... Well, I mean, you talk about him often- so I thought maybe-" I nervously stammered, wondering if I should mention her obvious crush on the guy. But now that I think about it, I didn't really know enough about her relationship with her mentor to really get a full picture of what they're like together. Why would she let me do this to her if she was obviously head over heels for her mentor? Was there something complicated between them that I wasn't exactly aware of? Or was she just so seriously proud of how he sculpted her body, that she takes it as a compliment when someone masturbates to her?

I was probably overthinking this... Maybe I shouldn't say anything about him at all.

"Nevermind. It's nothing." I shook my head, before nervously looking down, "I guess since you've already consented and even suggested the idea, I might as well take you up on your offer."

Stacy gave me a curious once over, before smiling as she laid herself down to a very sexual pose, "Anytime you're ready, John."

Oh boy... This has got to be some sort of kink for someone out there.

Taking a deep breath, I steadily pulled my pants off, allowing my hard rigid cock to bounce off like a spring. Stacy looked at it with a proud smirk, seeming to take the whole thing in stride.

Man, she seriously does take it as a compliment, does she?

Okay... Before we get started, actually...

"Erm... One thing left... I... Um... Could you maybe..." I nervously gestured at her bra, not feeling confident enough to say what I want outright.

I didn't have to, as Stacy seemed to understand what I want and already unhooked her bra, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor.

Once again, I was able to see her delectable breasts in all of their glory. The fact that I was able to see them naked not just once, but twice in a single night, I felt it had to be an achievement of some sort.

"T-Thank you," I told her, before getting ready.

Wrapping my hand around my member, I started off slow, rubbing myself to excitement as I dedicated my entire attention to Stacy's beautiful body.

She alternated from staring between my cock and my face, giving me that cocky smile of hers the whole time. Probably hoping to tease me more, she stretched her body back with her arms off, puffing her breasts out even more to entice me.

My eyes never left her boobs for even a single second. I swear, I must have started drooling at some point like a mindless idiot as I kept jacking off to her.

This has got to be one of the most unique experiences in my entire life.

"Have we ever done something like this before, Stacy?" I asked, my breathing getting a bit heavier as I started to get into it. "Like, before I got my amnesia?"

"Not exactly, no." She laughed, "This type of situation here is definitely a first for both of us."

It was?

I wondered what exactly made tonight different from all the other nights, in the past four years she's known me.

My mind started to get hazier as I continued on our session, taking in every single inch of her wonderous body as she laid herself exposed for my enjoyment.

God, she was so incredibly sexy. A small part of me felt it was a bit silly and unsatisfying to just only jerk myself off during this situation. I should be taking advantage of this by reaching out and copping a feel of her boobs for myself.

I bet she wouldn't even care. In fact, she'd probably love it if I touched her. Maybe I might be able to get away with more than just touching though. If I just told a little white lie, tell her that I was having trouble cumming and the only way she could fix it is by letting me jam my dick in between those tits of hers. Make her open her mouth and suck my tip while I fucked her breasts.

She wouldn't mind, right? After all, if she's willing to let me jerk off in front of her, then she's gotta be slutty enough to let me take advantage of her. In the end, she was probably nothing more than a slutty little whore who loves it when men appreciated her body. She probably thinks that cumming in her mouth is a compliment and would try to ask for more. She's nothing but a sexy cumdumpster who got implants to get other people's attention. That's probably the only reason why she loves that fucking mentor of hers so much, because he helped her look like such a fucking slut so that she could get cock every single-

An image suddenly appeared in my mind. The face of a **** young girl in a wheelchair, holding a check of $400. "I just don't want to be broken anymore," She told me, the voice whispering in the back of my head.

No, no, this was wrong, I can't do this. I'm a disgusting fucking pig, and I can't fucking do this.

Shaking my head clear, I pulled my hand away and starting repeatedly slapping my forehead, "I can't do this, this has gotten too fucking weird!"

I had to turn away from her to stop looking at her body.

I don't exactly know why, but I just couldn't-

SERIOUSLY, THERE MUST BE SOMETHING FUCKING WRONG WITH ME. What the hell is wrong with my head? Why the fuck did I have such a perverted and disgusting thought process throughout all that?! I was thinking of such vile and crude shit about her, and it only took me just now to realize how fucked up I am towards her!

"John? John, what's wrong?" I felt Stacy reach a hand out, holding on to my shoulder.

Turning to face her, I ended up rambling out, "This is wrong, I don't think we should be doing this. Look, just let me sleep on the couch, this is basically all my fault anyway! I'm used to sleeping on mediocre beds, so I'll sleep just fine. Everything just felt so fucking weird and creepy, and I don't want to subject you to this sort of treatment anymore! You gotta hold yourself to a higher standard, you shouldn't be letting me get away with crap like this without making me at least earn it-"

"JOHN!" She yelled, shaking me to calm down.

I grew silent, setting aside my opinions and giving her my full attention.

With a worried frown, she asked me, "John, you're not making any sense. What's wrong? You seemed to be getting into it just fine a moment ago, and now it suddenly seems like you regret everything you've ever done."

I took a deep breath and sighed, before covering my face in shame. "I just... I don't know." I looked away from her, "My mind went down a really dark place for a moment, and my conscience brought me out of it. I just felt that everything was so... wrong and gross."

"What do you mean wrong and gross? Did you not enjoy masturbating while staring at my body?" She asked, almost sounding hurt from the idea.

"No, it's not that!" I tried to tell her, "Don't get the wrong idea, you're incredibly hot in every single way, and for the first few moments, I was really having fun! But... But...-" I gave a frustrated groan, "It felt like I was trying to take advantage of you. Like I was degrading you into being nothing more than a piece of fuckstick with a pair of boobs attached. It felt like I was treating you as if you were nothing more than a worthless bimbo, and I just couldn't handle it! It's not fair to you for me to think of you like that! Not after everything you've done and accomplished for humanity, not after saving my life!"

"That's..." Stacy furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what I was trying to say, "I don't quite get it... You're saying that you felt guilty for having dirty thoughts about me? Is that it?"

"No, it wasn't just dirty thoughts!" I tried to explain, "It was like... worse than that! It was like... my brain just slowly took this image of you and corrupted you down until I started thinking of you as if you were nothing more than a mindless sex **** who exists only for my entertainment. The realization that I was thinking of you that way, it was just... it freaked me out. The whole thing stopped being sexy and started turning into degeneracy."

"Huh." Stacy neutrally hummed, looking into my eyes. "Well... that's definitely weird that you would feel that way, I guess." She said, before pointing out, "I'm surprised that you're taking it so hard on yourself during something as mild as masturbating while watching me. You didn't seem to act like this back in the hospital with one of my nurses. In fact, you seemed more than willing to receive oral pleasure from Nurse Miranda. Why the sudden change now?"

"That's different." I shook my head, "I didn't even know her that well. It was the first time we've ever met. She came onto me, and I didn't exactly have the chance to refuse her advances. I don't have any emotional attachment to her. But... with you, it just felt different. Like I was only using you to get myself off, and nothing more. It felt like I was treating you unfairly, as if you were beneath me. I don't know what came over me, but..." I sighed again, "I just couldn't stand the way I thought about you like that once I realized what I was doing."

"I see..." She gave a heavy sigh, "I didn't think this night would be so troublesome all of a sudden."

"I'm sorry. I really am." I told her.

"I can't exactly say that I understand what you're going through right now." Stacy said as she looked over me, "To me, it only sounds like you had a depraved but harmless little fantasy in your head about me acting like a mindless sex-fiend. You didn't like where it was headed for some reason, you overreacted to it, and then you started questioning yourself about what those kinds of thoughts say about you before you felt really guilty over it."

I felt like she was oversimplifying the whole thing, but I couldn't exactly argue the description, so I simply nodded.

"I guess I have **** then." She sighed, "I'll just have to take matters into my own hands in order to help calm you down."

...

"Wait, what?"