Chapter 10: Snap
I followed Joe to a less crowded area, where he slipped into a men's room. I was sure he'd chosen this particular john because of its remoteness. I felt positive I was right about Joe, that he needed to masturbate after what he saw. Giving him enough time to get comfortable, I looked round and found the hall empty, to which I opened the bathroom door to look inside. I scanned the stalls and located his pants bunched round his shoes beneath the door of the last stall. I grabbed a sheet of paper off the nearest bulletin board and slipped inside. Moving swiftly I darted into the stall next to his and sat. Knowing my actions would interfere with his masturbation I began wrinkling the sheet of paper to appear unaware of his presence, giving him a cover to work behind, and it worked, because in moments I could make out the distinct sounds of male masturbation.
As his sloshing became louder and breathing heavier, I became quieter, so I could listen, while balancing carefully his breaths and strokes to the noise I was making. Eventually his strokes became louder along with his breathing, and it became obvious to me the need to ejaculate was overruling all other concerns, including me. I got very quiet purposely and shoved my hands under the waist band of my sweats, to send my fingers into my weeping sex to begin masturbating along with him, while listening intently to the wonderful sounds of my future male masturbating, thrilling at the idea of one day regulating each and every one of his strokes.
I found his sudden crescendo of shallow breaths leading up to ejaculation every bit as exciting as the sounds of his ejaculation itself. I wondered where he was shooting it, in the commode, his hand, the floor, or up against the door? I successfully rolled with an orgasm of my own about the same time. Afterwards, his sigh of relief and satisfaction actually caused me a tinge of jealousy, which made me realize how much he meant to me already. I actually believed he'd been unfaithful to me by masturbating, and I didn't even know him yet. Not wanting him to catch me, I got up and slipped out to await his exit. I was now surer than before about him being virgin.
After leaving, I followed Joe to a quieter, less crowded, almost isolated part of the quad, where he found a bench and sat down. It was an enjoyable spring-like day and I watched him look around before opening his notebook. He appeared to be sneaking, staring in awe at whatever he had there, as if he didn't want anyone to see. At that I moved in quietly, intent on seeing what it was. Moving up to him from behind a tree, I waited till he seemed most engrossed and then I pounced swiftly, coming up to drop my arms onto the top slat of the bench beside him, actually brushing against his shoulder. The poor boy nearly jumped out of his pants realizing I was suddenly upon him, but before he could slam his notebook shut in embarrassment, I saw what it was that interested him so, pictures of Sophia Loren, in bathing suit and nude. I was very happy to find him with pornography, and wondered if he was addicted. If not, he soon would be. I pretended to be as surprised as he was.
"Hey, stranger," I said running round to plop myself down on the bench beside him. Squeezing my breasts together seductively I turned then to him. "Sorry if I ruined your chess game earlier," I said looking at him from under my lids, as if shy, but intent. I wanted him nervous while I sunk my nails into him slowly, firmly.
"Oh, no, you didn't," he lied in a murmur. I leaned against him, rubbing the breast nearest him against his arm. He'd broken out in a sweat and was trembling noticeably. I liked this male more and more.
"I apologize for Billy. He does act rude sometimes," I said.
"Yes, that's just how he is," he replied.
"I hope the way he grabbed my breasts didn't bother you," I said looking down at my breasts and then up to Joe.
"No, nnnnot really," he stuttered.
