Chris and Janine had just met after the summer after High School. They had made fast friends and when summer ended and their friends went away to college they had stayed home. As the first semester went by they relied on each other heavily during the stress. Janine asked Chris about everything, what to do for a college job, what classes to take next semester, what to wear on a date. He also asked her for advice about women and she always delivered, she knew what he should wear and where to go for a date, and she always knew when it was the right time to make a move.
As finals were winding down at the end of freshman year down Janine called him late.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Writing papers," he groaned, "what else does a history major do?"
"I need your advice," she said.
"Yea," he said as he took a sip of coffee, "shoot."
"You masturbate right?" she practically whispered.
"Um," he said almost spilling his coffee, "what?"
"You masturbate right?" she asked again a little louder.
"Yea," he said slowly sensing this was some kind of trap or joke.
"Guys just use their hands right?" she asked.
"I do," he said, "I can't speak for all guys."
"Ugg," she groaned, "being a woman is so hard."
"What is this about?" he asked.
"I've been rubbing my clit for hours and I can barely get wet," she sighed.
"So what, you want advice?" he asked.
"Yea," she said, "when you're with a girl what do you do?"
"Well," he said, "I usually don't start by sticking my hand down there, there's touching and kissing."
"Well I can't touch myself," she said, "It's not the same."
"Have you tried watching porn?" he asked.
"Yea it's not working." she said, "I'm so stressed I just need an orgasm."
"You can't get a booty call?" he asked, "or did you want me to come over?"
"No," she said, "and I don't know you're like a friend."
Chris leaned back in his chair resigned to the idea that he wasn't getting any work done until Janine was satisfied.
"Close your eyes," he said.
"Why you're not going to surprise me with anything?" she said.
"Do it," he said getting frustrated.
"Ok," she said, "eyes are closed."
"I assume you're naked or close to it," he said.
"No," she said, "why, should I be?"
"Take off everything but your panties," he said, "and then get on your bed and put your phone on speaker."
He heard the phone hit the nightstand and some shuffling before she spoke again.
"Ok," said Janine.
"Now with your eyes closed," he said, "slowly run your fingertips over your skin, anywhere you like to be touched."
He waited for a while as he left her to it.
"Rub your breasts," he said, "softly, then pinch your nipples a little."
There was a faint whimper on the other end.
"Rub yourself down there," he said, "over your panties."
"If you have a vibrator I would get it," he said.
"Don't have one," she moaned, "can I take my panties off yet?"
"When I say so," he said, "when you can feel how wet you are through your panties you can take them off."
"I'm ready," she moaned.
"Rub yourself underneath," he said, "but only for a bit, then slowly finger yourself."
Chris waited as he heard her moans quietly through the phone.
"Thanks," she muttered before she hung up."
Great, now he had to masturbate too.
Janine said nothing about it after and Chris thought it was best to let it slide. As the summer came and went Chris and Janine each had more than enough attention from everyone who was home from school to keep them happy. About a month into sophomore year Janine called him late at night again.
"Hey," she said, "I hate to do this again."
"Do what?" asked Chris as he muted his TV.
"I need to masturbate again," she said, "I'm better at it but that night on the phone, it's been two weeks since I've been taken care of."
"So you want me to walk you through it?" he said.
"I want something different this time," she said.
Chris took out his computer and looked for videos of women masturbating. He found a video of a woman humping a pillow and sent it to Janine.
