She masturbates to Josh

At the sound of Josh’s door opening, Sara reluctantly withdrew her hand from her shorts and crossed her arms over her chest to hide her prominently aroused nipples.

“Hey, Sara, have you had breakfast, yet?”

“Uh, no. Wait, what are you wearing?”

Josh had walked into the room wearing a formless, gray shroud that covered everything except for his face.

“My shroud you wanted me to wear.”

“When did I say that?”

“Months ago. Do you really not remember? You said you wanted me to cover up so that you would only be aroused when you wanted to be.”

If Sara had been drinking something, she would have done a spit-take. Was that a joke? A come-on?

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Sara said.

“Well, should I stop wearing it, then?”

“Please. I’m tired of looking at it.”

He dropped the shroud, and what Sara saw almost took her breath away. She had always found Josh attractive, but now she viscerally felt his body imprinted on her retinas. Her blood was rushing to its battle stations and her nipples were returning to their erect state. She would have been embarrassed except that she wasn’t the only one: Josh was pitching a tent in his shorts. A circus tent, by the size of it. She couldn’t have guessed that he had been packing anything that big.

“Wow,” she muttered.

“I’m gonna make some scrambled eggs. Do you want some?”

“Sure.”

Sara followed him into the kitchen to chat and watch him while he cooked. Everything he did was arousing to her. The suppleness of his skin, the way he flicked his wrist to crack the eggs against the countertop, the shapeliness of his outline when he turned his back on her to wash his hands. She was having a difficult time keeping her breathing even.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Josh asked.

“Hmm? Oh, Kaylee wanted to hang out.”

“How’s she doing?”

“Uhhhhh . . .”

After several moment’s silence, Josh looked up at Sara, concerned. Her eyes seemed to be on his chest while he shuffled the eggs around the skillet.

“I’m not sure, yet,” she finally said. “Probably going to the mall. Excuse me.”

If she watched that boy any longer she was going to break down and start jilling off in front of him. Or would he mind? As she returned to the living room, she eyed Josh’s phone, which was still sitting there unattended.

The sound of Josh chopping fruit assured her that, for the moment, he wasn’t going to be leaving the kitchen unexpectedly. On Josh’s phone, Sara sent the rule app to herself and then deleted it from his phone. She needed that app, and she didn’t care if Josh found out. If he did she could always write some overly specific rule about how males don’t care if their female roommates delete apps from their phone.

As she returned to the kitchen, she expelled her question before she could lose her nerve or have her mind bogged down by desire again.

“Hey, Josh. How would you react if a girl just started masturbating in front of you?”

Josh paused midway through slicing a strawberry. Sara held her breath, afraid that she had been mistaken after all and that prudish Josh would find her question inappropriate. Josh shrugged.

“I’d be pleased,” he said, “and do my best to give her a good show. What else is there to say?”

“And if I started doing it right now?”

“I would welcome it!” Josh said. “You don’t take enough advantage of my presence, in my opinion.”

That didn’t sound like her, Sara thought.

She began by touching her breast, but her body was slightly **** to perform, as if it was too incredulous of this situation.

“Do you need a little encouragement?” Josh asked.

“I think I do.”

“Would you like me to take out my cock or maybe a striptease?”

Josh had been hard this entire time, but Sara had been spared the sight of his glorious bulge because he had been standing on the other side of the kitchen island.

“No teasing. Get straight to the point and take out that dick.”

Josh did exactly as she asked, setting his shorts and underwear aside and revealing the monster that past-Sara (the one who present-Sara never knew but would like to slap) had **** into hiding. It was long, beautiful, dripping pre-cum, and always hard, just as she had put in her wish list that had turned out to be a reality altering list. The pre-cum brought to mind a fountain, but the ratio of length to width (greater than Sara had seen in porn, but still wondrous to behold) had it looking like a long, sleek sloop that Sara wanted to sail right into her inlet. The bulbous head was a deep, purple color that faded to skin tones further down the shaft.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Sara said.

Her hand snaked down the front of her shorts again, **** to rub her inflamed netherlips. So raging was her horniness that Josh could have told he found impropriety in her masturbating in the kitchen and she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself.

“What should I be doing?” Josh asked.

“Ugghhhhhh . . . Anything. Eat your breakfast. Take off your shirt first, though.”

Josh did as she said, pulling out a chair to where he could sit in full view of her hungry eyes while he ate scrambled eggs and strawberries with yogurt. As he cleaned yogurt from his spoon with his tongue—Sara moaned at this, knowing full well what he was doing—he watched her watching him: her flushed face, her even more flushed genital, though he could only infer their state because she was sitting on the opposite side of the table from him. What he saw caused the pre-cum to flow stronger. This sight, along with the knowledge that she was turning Josh on, heightened her arousal even further.

Though Josh could not see it, Sara’s pussy was, indeed, extremely flushed and lubricious. Her panties and shorts had already been soaked beyond the point where she could continue wearing them for the rest of the day, but this capped it.

The sexual tension from Josh in his boxers winding her up, followed by her touching herself on the couch, had never died. In fact, those flames had only been fanned by her new ability to be intensely aroused by everything Josh did, by watching him cook for her, and by subsequently seeing him naked. That smoldering passion had only burned away at her reserve and contributed energy to the explosion that was yet to cum.

Many a masturbation session had been fueled by fantasies of Josh. Mostly they were sessions that comprised her nightly routine, when she satisfied herself in bed before she drifted off to sleep, but they also included those sessions that had been provoked by Josh: him bending over, wearing a tanktop, etc. All those sessions now poured forth, unleashing their wicked brew into the cauldron that was her current arousal. All those months of unrequited lust were finally being satisfied. Josh was hers to stare at, to undress, if she wished.

She was putting her fingers to work vigorously schlicking her pussy, but as always, her orgasm was taking a while, especially since she wasn’t using her vibrator. She thought about how much faster this could go if Josh were to help her out and that thought brought with it news of her impending orgasm.

“Could you—could you touch it?” she gasped.

“What, like this?”

Josh grinned and grasped his cock as if he were about to start stroking the well-oiled organ right there. At this delectable visual Sara’s pleasure reached its crescendo. She closed her eyes, her stomach shuddered, and still more heat coursed through her body before abating.

“Oh, wow,” Sara said. “Thank you. That was better than . . . well, that was better than a lot of things.”

She had been about to say “porn” but wasn’t sure how cool with that this version of Josh would be with her admitting she watched porn, despite his recent ribald actions. She couldn’t make too many assumptions about this world.

“Want breakfast?” Josh asked.