A Game of Hearts
"Have you ever..." Natalie drunkenly smiled, "you know. For someone?"
"Ever what?" I asked while taking another sip of wine.
"Jerked it," she laughed awkwardly.
"Have I ever masturbated in front of someone? I mean, no."
"Never?"
"Never. Have you?"
She recoiled back on her large white sofa and grinned. We had been friends for years. Having gone to the same college there were many late nights spent drinking in one another's rooms, although nothing had ever happened. Now, here we were, adult roommates for the first time. Nat had been through a bad breakup and I was still settling into my new job in the city, so to make transitions easier, we decided to split rent on a nice, two story condo.
"Come on, Nat," I laughed.
"Okay, there were a few times that Tiff and I might have gotten off together." Tiffany was her college roommate.
"What? I knew it!"
"Not like that," she said.
"Then like how?"
"Well, she had this stupid movie we use to watch—
"Oh my God. You watched porno and diddled each other?"
"Not each other!" She reached over to slap at me but missed. "We were in our own beds."
"Still," I grinned. "It's pretty hot."
Nat shook her head. Her face was growing red, either from embarrassment or the alcohol. I knew how to tease her at this point. "But you never have? Not even in college?"
"No. Guys just don't do that."
"Give me a break."
"Give you a break?"
"Guys don't masturbate together?"
"Not from my experience." I said laughing.
"Would you do it for me?"
"No." I suddenly grew shy.
"Why not?"
"We're friends, and roommates and—
"We're not gonna fuck," she said. "I'm just curious how you do it."
"How do you think I do it?"
"Okay, when was the last time you did it?" I could tell now that Nat was drunk or at least getting there. I took another drink from my glass and could feel the warmth in my stomach swell.
"Yesterday. After the gym."
"You did it after the gym? Where?"
"In your bed," Nat stopped moving, "I'm kidding. Shower. When's the last time you did it?"
"A few days ago. I couldn't sleep." Nat's wine was empty. "You really wouldn't jack off for me?"
I shrugged. It had never really come up and I suppose it depended on the situation. In a way, I really was no longer shy around her. "I mean, I would if you really were interesting. I don't find it that interesting. Would you masturbate for me?"
She shrugged, "Sure. I don't see why not. We're both here, not attached, horny."
"I'm not horny," I lied. I was.
Nat rolled her eyes. The silence became difficult as we both sat on opposite ends of the couch, waiting for the next person to speak. She was the one to break the silence, "Tell you what," she sat forward, "I'll masturbate for you if you do it for me."
"At different times?"
"No. Like, I'll start, and you can join in."
"Right now?" I looked around the room.
"Are you expecting someone?"
"No, I just didn't know."
"Yes, right now."
I shrugged, again, and sat my wine glass on the table beside me. "Alright, let's do it."
Nat nodded and we still both looked at each other, neither knew what to do. "Do you want to do it here or..."
"Here's fine," she said. "Here. Better idea. We'll make a little game of it." She got up wobbly and walked into the kitchen. I sat back on the couch, my heart racing. It was a mixture of nerves and hormones. It was true, I hadn't ever masturbated for someone and the idea seemed mildly enticing. She returned a few seconds later holding a pack of cards.
"What the hell's this?"
"Draw a card. The person with the lowest card has to begin."
I rubbed my eyes and leaned forward. Nat held out the pack of cards. I drew from the middle and revealed a ten of spades. "There," I held the card out. Nat's face neither revealed joy or concern. She drew a card from the bottom and looked at it. She now was sad.
"Get going," I laughed and threw my card down.
"Me?" She turned the Queen of diamonds around and did a slow jig. "You get going."
My heard raced and my palms grew sweaty, yet the butterflies in my stomach were turning over and over. Nat laughed and perched upright on the couch as she slid her feet beneath her.
"How do you want me to start?"
"Take your clothes off," she grinned from ear to ear.
"All of them?"
"Naked," she laughed and brought the bottle of wine to her glass, filling it up. I sighed and stood up, pulling my socks off and throwing them beside the couch. Nat seemed to be in a state of extreme delight while she watched me shed my clothes awkwardly before her. Next came my shirt that I also flung to the side. Nat let out a "woo woo" sound as the shirt hit the ground.
"Please," I put a hand up, "refrain from cat calling."
I undid my jeans and slid them down and revealed my tight, form fitting boxer-briefs. Nat's eyes fell below my belly button, obviously taking in the outline of my semi-swollen cock. Thank God, I thought, knowing that it did not totally shrink under the chill of the room. My heart still raced in my chest and the strong cocktail of nerves and excitement raged through my blood. I placed my fingers under the elastic band and Nat began rocking her shoulders to an imagined beat as if at some type of strange bachelorette party.
"Can I at least get a refill on my drink, or something?"
"Come on," Nat reached to the bottle and held it out to me. It was nearly empty. I glanced into the depths of the bottle while nearly naked before my roommate and decide to drink three large gulps of wine before setting it aside. Nat cheered once again. As the wine hit my stomach my fingers gripped the elastic of my underwear and I pulled them past my knees and to my feet. My dick was semi-hard and extended straight out. It bobbed and flopped as I kicked my underwear up to my hands and tossed them to my pile of disrobed clothes.
"Someone seems excited," Nat said with a loud raucous roar of laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. I glanced down at my own situation, noting that I had just recently groomed my pubic hair and shaved my balls. "At least you manscape."
"Yes. I manscape."