is my first post, so please be kind. I'm not used to writing.
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My boyfriend Tom and I were living on our own in a rented apartment while we studied at university. We were both at the start of our 2nd year, having only met 5 months before and deciding impetuously to move in together. Life was a fairly uninteresting sequence of sleep, study, eat, repeat. Not a lot of partying, but we made the effort from time to time. Neither of us were big party people - we preferred the close company of a few people rather than the acquaintance of many. We had a number of quite close friends we would go clubbing and drinking with on rare occasions.
It was a warm day near the end of February (remember I live in the southern hemisphere). Tom and I were done for the day, so headed home to get ready to go out with Nick and Sarah that evening. They had invited us to a movie. The whole way home I had been teasing Tom by stroking his leg while he drove the car and telling him that we should just blow off the movie and stay in. For some reason I'd been storing up sexual frustration all day and was looking for an outlet. Tom laughed and reminded me that Nick and Sarah were good friends and besides, he was worried about them - there had been tension between them when we saw them a few days earlier. So I packed my lusty thoughts away and started planning what I was going to wear.
We got ready and then headed over to Nick and Sarah's place around 7pm. When we got there Nick answered the door, looking a little disappointed that it was just us. He invited us in, explaining that Sarah had messaged him saying she had been delayed but would be home soon. They took separate cars because they attended different institutes. We relaxed for a bit, talking about movies and drinking wine.
Something was clearly bothering Nick, so I asked him "Is everything OK, you've been on edge since we got here".
He said "Its fine."
I gave him that look that says "Fine? Really?"
He gave in with a frown. "Its just that Sarah has been studying late a lot recently. I hardly see her."
It's not unusual for people to bury themselves in the books from time to time - the pressure can be quite intense. So I reassured him "She must have something big due then", trying to sound positive.
"Not that I know of - she's only just started her papers for this year".
Something else was gnawing at him - it was written all over him. He was always a terrible liar - I always loved playing poker with him for that reason.
"Everything good between you and Sarah?" I asked as carefully as one seriously considering crossing a minefield in the hope of finding cupcakes on the other side.
There was a long and uncomfortable pause. He looked like he was trying to figure out how to say something.
"I... its just that we, well... um... we haven't had sex in 2 months".
There is was, the bombshell out on the table like a pair of dogs bollocks. I was still a little taken by surprise. Nick looked shocked at the words that had just come out of his own mouth. I could hear the sound of air leaving the room. Tom was the first to react, and seemed to take it in his stride.
"So..." he managed. OK, he wasn't taking it that much in his stride, but managed to say "...so, lots of porn of lotion then".
We all laughed, and it broke the ice that had formed over the eons since the bombshell had landed.
Tom ventured, "Don't worry about it mate, once she's past this essay or whatever, she'll chill out and get back on the horse ... so to speak".
Nick looked doubtful, and was going to say something when his phone buzzed. It was another message from Sarah - she was going to be even later. She apologised and told him to not wait up. He read the message aloud and looked crestfallen. He started to apologise for stuffing up the movie night.
"How about, we kick back here and just watch TV and get drunk" I suggested. This seemed to be met with general nods of agreement. I suggested the boys choose something to watch while I went and found some nibbles and drinks in the kitchen.
I knew Sarah kept a pretty good stock of beer, wine and some spirits because we'd been here drinking before. I found a couple of beers for the guys, made sure more were cooling and poured myself a glass of something cheap and red. I located some potato chips and carried it all back into the other room where the boys were messing with the television.
Both guys were grinning at me as I came in. I knew they must have found some crappy chauvinistic action movie that I was bound to hate. But I said nothing - if it helped get Nicks mind onto other things, so much the better.
The movie started, and it took all of 2 minutes for the cheap action to start and prove me right. But, there were a lot of quite well built guys with no shirts on fixing machinery, so I didn't mind too much. There wasn't much of a plot, so it was easy to talk through the movie without missing much. So, we talked about the characters, then about actors in general. Then the topic turned to being filmed.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to be a porn star." Tom joked. "You'd get to have sex with hot women all day and you would have adoring fans. Sounds like the perfect job."
We laughed and I teased him saying "You couldn't keep it up if people were watching!"
By now the 4 bottles of beer he'd already had were doing the talking. "I love it when people watch me", he said.
I knew Tom watched porn when I wasn't home because I knew how to check the browser history he thought he'd deleted, but I didn't think he did more than that. So I pushed him, "Who's watched you then?"
Realising he'd accidentally let more slip than he intended, he looked like a rabbit caught in the beams of oncoming headlights.
Nick, trying to save his friend, jumped drunkenly into the conversation making it far worse. "She was before he met you, don't worry".
My hands were on my hips by now, and I was boring holes in both of them with my eyes. I simply said "Spill!", looking from one to the other.
Tom took a deep breath and started telling me about this girl he met in the library stacks one night.
"It was late and there was nobody around. My bus wasn't due for ages and I had nothing to do. So I was surfing the net... you know... watching porn on my laptop."
Tom glanced at me as if looking for forgiveness for past pornographic indiscretions. If he only knew what I got up to when he was out... ... but I smiled and urged him on.
He continued "I was pretty sure there was nobody around, and I was sitting at a table... and well, having a quiet wank."
Again, he looked at both Nick and I to make sure we weren't about to go biblical on him. Nobody blinked, so he continued. "I was going for maybe 5 or 6 minutes and wasn't bothering to cover myself. Then something made me look to the side. I saw a pair of eyes looking straight at me through a gap in the shelf. A womens eyes. I froze. My hand stayed where it was on my cock, but I froze. I expected her to bolt and get a security guard or something. But she didn't move."
About now I realised I was holding my breath, and gasped in some fresh air and reminded myself to breath. Nick was squirming and trying not to look at me.
Tom went on "It seemed like ages, and she didn't move. I was wondering what to do. She could obviously see what I was doing, so there was no covering it up. I decided I had only one option, so I started moving my hand up and down again. She moved so I could see her whole face through the gap. She was smiling and still watching me. That feeling of being watched by someone probably as turned on as me, was too much and I came pretty hard, splashing it all over the desk and onto my bag. When I looked around, she was gone. I never saw her again."
Again, I'd forgotten to breath. Wow. This revelation about my boyfriend, piled on top of most of a bottle of wine, and I was suddenly horny. I glanced at Nick to see his reaction to the story and he was smiling. My eyes darted down involuntarily and although he had tried to adjust his clothing to cover it, he quite obviously had a raging hard-on under his jeans.
I should mention that when I'm drunk I have a truely filthy mind. But I'm usually too shy to do much with it. But I was having an idea and I wanted to see how far Tom would go. So I pushed him again "So, would you let other people watch you?"
I should point out that while we'd been having sex for months, I'd never seen him actually play with himself, not even during foreplay.
Fortunately, he didn't think too hard about it before shrugging "sure". He must have then gotten an inkling of what I was thinking and tilted his head sideways at me. But I was quicker off the mark.
