Claire: masturbation prologue

Andie Valentino will serve as my body double. I'm taller and not as hot, but the big lips are all me!

It's my senior year in college. I've just finished studying for my last final. It's two in the morning, and my roommate is asleep on the bottom bunk.

This is normal for my small college in the Midwest. Most people live in the dorms all four years. I do feel like a silly freshman though, trying to quietly masturbate without alerting my roommate.

But I need the relief. I've been so stressed, and this will be my fourth self-administered orgasm of the day. That's a new record. My poor clit will be raw tomorrow. I also have something to celebrate. I just accepted an offer for a great tech job. I have to move across the country and to a city, but I am ready for the change!

I roll to my stomach with my legs closed. My own weight and the tight grip of my closed thighs restricts movement but adds pressure against my clit. I'm skilled at getting myself off. I've been doing this since I was very young. I can wiggle my two fingers that are squeezing the sides of my large clitoral hood. I lift and lower my hips slightly to vary the pressure. What to think about? If masturbation is a sin, then what goes into my head to get me off is sin times ten! I think about the tall, powerful black men on the basketball team. I want them all to fuck me. I think about my hot roommate, a slutty sophomore known for her loose morals. I want to dominate her. I think about a fellow nerd in one of my classes that is a couple inches taller than me even. I like him. He's cool, and I wish he'd had the courage to ask me out. I wish I knew how to talk to men and make the first move.

In the end I settle on the basketball team fantasy. Interracial is still very taboo here and makes great spank bank. My toes flex against the mattress, rocking me slowly front to back as imaginary big black cock throbs in my pussy. I clench around nothing, empty, but in my head I'm getting passed around by tall, powerful, sweaty black men. My breathing changes, and I groan, too loudly. The bed squeaks in a repeating cadence. I'm not moving much, but I'm tall and overweight.

Mercifully, I come quickly.

I try to hold still during the orgasm, but this is a big one, and the bed low-key rumbles as the rocking pattern dissolves into whole-body shaking that I fail to repress. My butt arches off the mattress in real life, a tiny, **** whine escaping before I bite the pillow. It wouldn't be the first time I suspect my roommate knows. And fuck it, I won't see her again after this week. Her being younger and more experienced than me, this makes me feel a little foolish after I come.

I slide my hand out from underneath, lifting my hips to get it past my belly rolls. My butt jiggles as I roll over, and the bed squeaks and protests more from my large mass on the top bunk.

The bed is definitely judging me. I need to lose weight. I need to get fit. It's not that bad, and I know some guys like a little extra, but the 30 or so extra pounds on my tall frame landed in the wrong places. Combine that with the fact that I am taller than most women, I just dwarf a lot of men.

This summer will be a new start for me. I vow to eat right and exercise. I will move for this new job, and I will meet a worthy man and find love!

My thoughts crash back to reality when I hear an exasperated sigh from my roommate below. "Go to sleep, Claire."