In my sophomore year of college, I moved in with one other girl, a junior who seemed friendly and nice. She was cute, but not a blonde bombshell, good-time party girl. She was shy and somewhat introverted, she didn't date but devoted herself to college classes, and getting top grades. She did seem interested in my boyfriends and would listen with great avidity when I talked about my dates. We used to joke about sex and laugh about how horny we always were. She with no dates and me with the occasional date but afraid and not ready to have sex.
One Saturday in October I came back to our room after a date that had culminated in some kissing and petting. I was very aroused but had told my date that I wasn't ready to go any further. He had been touching my breasts through my shirt and kissing my neck. If I had had such a date at home I surely would have gone to my bedroom and masturbated before falling asleep.
In the dorm, our beds were on opposite sides of a single room and I had not yet masturbated in the presence of Julie. When I needed the release of orgasm, I'd head down to the showers, and under the water, rub my aroused pussy until I exploded. I had done this several times, and after a date, when it was so late, I'd be the only one in the showers, and I could be noisy, and not worry about anyone hearing me. This night, however, I was terribly aroused and when I came home it was well past 1:00 AM and I could tell from her breathing that she was asleep. I decided what the heck, I was too horny to head down to the showers.
When I masturbate in my bed, my favorite technique has always been to lie on my tummy and rock gently back and forth on my right hand which I cup over my pubic mound. In this position, I can let a finger slide over my little hard clit, and rub it to my heart's content. I have always been able to reach an orgasm that way with a minimum of noise or motion.
After making sure that Julie was really asleep, I stripped down until I was almost naked, I left just my G string panties on. I love to masturbate while wearing just a G string, it makes me feel so sexy and naughty, to feel my ass cheeks naked, my hand down the front of my panties, pulling the G string tight against my asshole as I climax, the feel of that sexy string pressed tightly against my quivering asshole rim at climax just makes my orgasm even better.
I quietly climbed into bed, slid over onto my tummy, pulled the blankets up, cocked my ass up, and slid my hand down the front of my panties. I could visualize in my mind's eye what it looked like, almost totally naked and very horny under the blankets, my ass cocked up, getting ready to pleasure myself.
Cupping my mound, the excitement of getting ready had warmed me up down there, I could feel the slickness of my heated juices along my pink opening. It spurred me on, to feel my lust, and I gently went to work, rocking and rubbing away. I wanted to be quiet and not disturb my sleeping roommate. A few minutes into my little session, just as I started the climb towards a blissful release, I was shocked to feel Julie's hand on my shoulder. I froze like a deer in the headlights, having been caught in the act, terribly embarrassed. But before I could move my hand Julie bent down and whispered in my ear.
"Please don't stop. I want you to keep going," she cooed.
I didn't know what to do. I was scared and excited at the same time. Julie sat on the edge of my bed, pulled the blanket down to my waist, and began to rub my shoulders.
"Please keep going," Julie begged. "I want you to have a climax. You need it," she urged, "and I want to help you by making you relax."
Gently she rubbed my shoulders and my back and as she did my inhibitions evaporated. I began squeezing myself again and pressing into my hand with my pelvis, slowly rocking against my bed. I started to make little noises of passion, and I felt the bed covers being pulled down, leaving me entirely exposed to my roommate's eyes.
"That's exactly how I like to do it," Julie whispered, her voice a bit husky. "I have been waiting to see you do this for more than two months. You'd always disappear in the showers, then come back with that post-coital smile," she added.