All characters are over the age of 18.
When I was a sophomore in college, I became a supporter for the activity known as masturbation. Masturbation is a sexually arousing exercise that brings me great pleasure, satisfaction and relaxation. Self-gratification is a good thing. I decided there is nothing wrong with sexually arousing my penis. I can create sexual tension through manual stimulation on my shaft and glans. I do that stimulation past the point of no return and I achieve orgasm and ejaculation. It feels wonderful and hurts no one. Masturbation is good.
I've heard masturbation called self-abuse, rubbing one out, jacking off, jerking off and beating my meat, among other things. Not very complimentary names for such a safe, satisfying and pleasurable activity. There are theologians, doctors and influencers who make it their life's work to tell the world that masturbation is deviant behavior. Publicly, masturbation is too be looked on as being bad. So, the crude names are fittingly applied to the activity.
There is a stigma attached to the act of masturbation. Masturbation is being redefined as a very personal and private activity. Masturbation must be practiced in a closed room, all by yourself. Masturbation is never to be discussed in an open forum with anyone. You will probably be looked at as a pervert if you admit to and advocate for masturbation!
Becoming sexually aware can be a confusing time. There are still a lot of backward thinking people today when it comes to the subject of masturbation. Hopefully, the stigma that masturbation is inappropriate will fade away. Masturbation will eventually be accepted as a normal, mainstream activity.
I would like to revisit a watershed moment during my years in college. Today, masturbation plays an important part in my sexual awareness. I see sexual gratification as a gift from Mother Nature. Sexual gratification can be achieved individually, or ideally, with a significant other. Sex feels good. During college I developed a new masturbation. Research helped me find a better way to stimulate myself and create better orgasms. I want to share this discovery with you.
I come from a normal American family. I have an older brother and sister. At the time of this recounting, I was 21 and my older sister, Mary, was 22. We were in college. We shared a two-bedroom apartment off campus. We didn't party a lot or indulge in a rowdy life style. We were quiet and laid back for the most part. My social life was fairly boring. No girlfriends. Just the occasional beer with classmates after classes finished on a Friday afternoon.
Mary was a little more social than I was. She was very attractive and dated often. But she seldom brought her dates home. There were no serious relationships. She had a group of women from college she hung out with. They would go out for drinks, shopping, movies and other normal social activities. Sometimes they would have study sessions when math or chemistry tests were coming up. Other than that, life was pretty quiet for the most part. Pretty normal.
Mary did have one close friend, named Beth, who was the same age at 22. Mary and Beth spent a lot of time together. It was not unusual for Mary to have Beth spend the night after bar hopping or a late movie. She would also spend time at Beth's apartment. When they weren't out on double dates, it was not unusual for them to spend an evening out together. Mary and Beth were a power couple when they were out on the town. They could break a lot of hearts. Beth was also very attractive and I secretly liked her a lot.
Mary and Beth would have each other over for regular sleepovers. When the sleepover was happening at our apartment, Mary and Beth would wear flip flops and house coats most of the time. They said they were in "weekend slob mode". No make up. No special hairdo. No party outfits. Just casual hanging out with no social expectations. They wanted to be comfortable while they were hanging out alone. Most of the time I was just a fly on the wall in my own apartment.
But there were occasions when Mary and Beth ditched the house coats. They walked around Mary's and my apartment in their nylon negligees. That sheer lounge wear didn't leave anything to the imagination. I certainly appreciated the sexy views as I clung to the walls as a fly. Their breasts, areolas, nipples and crotches were on display through the thin fabric. From the side, any back lighting would clearly show the curves of their beautiful perky breasts. Looking from the front, backlighting clearly showed the labia between their legs and the hair on their mons. They certainly were beautiful women.
I got caught staring at their bodies many, many times. It was hard to look away when their beautiful bodies were so close and on display. When I was caught staring, I got winks and smiles in return. I relished those visual perks provided during the sleepovers. Perhaps Mary and Beth were being thoughtful and putting themselves on display for my benefit. Or they were teasing me. But either way, that was okay with me.
After one of the sleepovers, I found a pair of freshly worn sheer panties. They had been left behind in the bathroom. I didn't recognize them as belonging to Mary. I picked the panties up and hid them in my room. After a few days I decided I would not return them to the bathroom to be re-found. This was the first sexually arousing, intimate object I could relate to as being from the opposite sex. And if they were Beth's panties, they were from someone I liked and was attracted to. So, I decided these panties were Beth's. And, they were now mine. They were special to me. They could have been a planted gift or truly, just left behind. Either way, these panties became an important part of my sexual awakening.
The first thing I did with Beth's panties was to caress them and hold them to my face. I had to look and touch them all over. I had to feel the fabric. The fabric was a sheer, shiny, smooth nylon that was light blue in color. The fabric stretched in every direction. I had to study the design for how they fit on her body. The elastic in the waist band and leg openings was an eight-inch wide and barely noticeable. The gusset in the panty was a couple of inches wide. Folding and kneading the gusset's fabric between my fingers made it feel soft and supple. There was a musky scent in the gusset's fabric. It wasn't an offensive odor. I knew it had to be from Beth's vagina. It was an erotic aroma. This new smell caused a stir in my penis. I rubbed the panties across my face. They were soft and slid effortlessly over my skin. These panties were beautiful. I liked having them.
