What would be the best way to describe Susan? Well, physically it would be easy – short, brown hair, bit of extra junk in the trunk but with big enough boobs to offset and, facially, pretty plain. What I’m thinking about, though, is how to describe her personality or the type of person she was. You see, Susan was a bit odd or maybe quirky. At least, that’s what we thought during those first few months of the new semester.
Susan always kept her door closed, unlike some of us who propped them open just hoping for someone to stop by and interrupt our studies. However, if you were out in the hall having a conversation with someone, even for just a minute or two, Susan would come out and either join in or at least listen. It got to be pretty predictable and if Susan didn’t come out, you assumed that she must not be in her room. We wondered why, if she was so interested in the interaction, she didn’t just leave her door open. We also wondered how she always seemed to hear you as soon as you were in the hall. Maybe the best way to describe Susan was eager – eager to be involved, eager for interaction.
A month or so into the semester, we discovered something else about Susan. Actually, my friend, Pete, discovered it and I was reluctant to believe him at first. Pete stopped by my room one day and said he had something to show me. He led me down the hall to his room and, inside, he pointed out a stain on the wall next to his bed. He explained that Susan had jerked him off late the night before and that was where he’d shot his load.
Knowing Pete as I did, it didn’t surprise me that he’d shot a load on his wall and hadn’t bothered to wipe it off, but I wasn’t convinced that he hadn’t just given himself that handjob. Pete insisted that he’d run into Susan in the hall right before going to bed and when she asked what he was up to, he told her (trying to be outrageous) that he was planning to jerk off then go to sleep. He was surprised that Susan was not only not the least bit put off by this, but offered to help him with it. He said he realized she was serious when she followed him into his room. He said he just lay on the bed and she did the rest.
As I pondered Pete’s story, I figured there could be a lot of explanations. Pete could be lying. Susan could have a crush on Pete. Or maybe Susan was just eager to please. I decided that if given the opportunity, I’d test the last theory. Susan knew that Pete and I were friends, so I couldn’t just go to her and ask for a handjob. Then she’d know that Pete had spilled the beans and that just wouldn’t be cool. I didn’t want to be responsible for giving her an undeserved reputation. As it turned out, the ideal opportunity came up and I was able to take advantage of it.
I was in my room studying one night with the door just slightly ajar. Susan, who by this time was getting to where she’d visit people more rather than just waiting for hallway conversations, poked her head in my door to see how I was doing. I looked up from my studies and told her to come in, saying that I was overworked and needed a break.
She came in and sat on the bed and asked if everything was okay. I told her I was just feeling a little stressed out and probably just need to relieve some of that stress. She asked if I wanted her to massage my shoulders to see if that would help. I told her that it wasn’t really my shoulders that needed to be massaged to relieve my stress. She persisted in offering whatever she could do to help but I was trying to be evasive and suggestive at the same time. I told her that it wasn’t really something that would be appropriate for her to do for me and she finally flat out asked what it was. I apologized for even bringing it up and told her that I’d been alluding to the fact that what I really needed was a hand release. She didn’t seem clear on exactly what I meant so I made a jerking off motion with my hand.
“Oh,” she said, suddenly enlightened, “well, I can help you with that, too, if you want.” I acted surprised by the offer and pretended that I didn’t think it would be necessary. Lucky for me she wouldn’t take no for an answer and I finally gave in and told her I’d really appreciate it. She told me that’s what friends are for.
She got up and closed and locked my door while I moved over to the bed. She was wearing black shorts and a white t-shirt and appeared to be braless. I was also wearing shorts and a t-shirt and sat on the bed, propped up against the wall. She came back over and sat near my legs, facing me, and massaged the growing bulge in my shorts. I told her earnestly how much I appreciated what she was doing and she replied with “My pleasure” then asked me to lift my ass.
I lifted and she started to slide my shorts and underwear down my legs. My cock was pretty erect by this point, but continued to grow even harder once Susan grasped it. We were both looking down at it as she stroked it in her right hand. Thinking that I didn’t want to spew all over my shirt, I went ahead and took it off. I was then naked. Susan gently pumped my cock in her right hand, occasionally switching to her left so she could caress my balls with her right. She never looked up at me, continuing to stare at my cock as if fascinated by it. I watched her hands at work, but also looked at the rapt attention on her face and noticed her hardened nipples pressing against her shirt. I was thinking how nice this was and that if she wanted to do this for me every night, I certainly would have no complaints.
