When I was twenty years old, I was in my third year of college and transferred to a new school that a good friend of mine, Jean, was attending. I didn't know many people at this school, and my girlfriend of two years was back home about three hours away, so I didn't see much of her. Because of this, I spent many nights after class at my friend Susan's dorm room suite, where I became friends with the other three girls who lived in the suite with her.
As the semester went on, I began spending more and more time with one of the girls, Leah, having dinner together, watching movies, partying, and just hanging out. Being young and horny college kids, our conversations sometimes turned to sex and whom we found attractive. It was always very interesting, and neither of us ever felt threatened by the other, as I had a girlfriend back home, and Leah was dating a few guys, on occasion.
One Friday night, we were up really late watching a movie with Jean and a few of the other girls. The movie ended, and Leah and I went into her room so we could talk and not bother the other girls who were headed to sleep. I had found out that the other girls had taken to calling Leah 'The Condom Lady', as she always had condoms in her room, and often gave them to the other girls when they went out on dates. I sat on her bed and noticed a large box of condoms sitting on her nightstand. Jokingly, I picked one up and said 'I wish I got to use these more often here at school.' She looked at the box, laughed, and said 'I'd be happy to get to use them at all!' This surprised me, as I assumed, that like most college kids, she occasionally slept with the guys that she dated. In all our discussions, I realized that she had never actually mentioned having sex, but had often talked of jerking guys off.
I looked at her, and asked her 'Don't you sleep with any of the guys?' Her reply was surprising. 'No, I'm still a virgin. But I give a killer hand job!' she said with a grin on her face.
We kept on talking, and I looked at her while thoughts of what it would be like to fool around with her went through my head. I tried to push them out, reminding myself that we were friends and I had a girlfriend. At some point, Leah had moved from the floor, where she had been sitting, to the bed that I was laying down on. She sat next to me and just looked into my eyes for a few moments. She took a deep breath and very quietly said 'All this talking has me really horny, and from the looks of your pants, you're going to be jerking off when you get back to your room. Do you want me to help you out?'