Sachel and I met our freshman year. We'd been through all the same orientation events, and had a couple of classes together. There was also the work we both put in with the Black student association. By the time students were asked to select their rooms for the upcoming year, she and I were good friends. We put in our request early enough to get a room in one of the nicer dorms on the campus.
Our sophomore year for the most part was a grind, and rooming with Sachel was a constant bright spot. She was a cool sister: levelheaded, pretty, outgoing and friendly. Some of my fondest memories of college life surround the nights she and I sat up late helping each other with homework, talking about our dreams, our boyfriends and our families. We even made plans to spend a portion of that summer at each other's home. She was my girl.
Sachel and I bunked our beds to have room for our desks, and a sofa on the floor. She took the top bed. One night during the Winter Semester it was taking a while for me to fall asleep. I wanted to read to past the time, but Sachel and I had a specific lights out time that it was way beyond. The main thing that allowed she and I to have such a great relationship was that we followed the rules we agreed on. I thought about bringing my desk lamp over to my bed, but I'd have to move the desk to unplug it. So I laid there, staring up at the bottom of Sachel's mattress while I went over biology formulas in my head.
I heard her shifting around a little, then I heard her breathing. It wasn't a sleeping-type of breathing; I was familiar with her breathing patterns when she was sleep. It was a heaving kind of breathing that gradually got louder - in a quiet kind of way. Then I noticed her mattress moving up and down, and heard little wincing noises from her. Sachel was masturbating; I couldn't believe it!
In high school a girlfriend of mine invited a group of her friends over and showed us an adult video she found in her parents' room when they were out of town. In one of the scenes a woman masturbated in front of a man for about ten minutes before they started having sex – Sachel's sounds reminded me of that woman, even though I couldn't see her and Sachel wasn't being half as loud. I couldn't imagine playing with myself in front of a man, or even with someone else in the room like Sachel was doing – but I did start to play with my nipples under the covers listening to her. Sachel's mattress shook slightly, then her heavy breathing subsided. I stopped teasing my nipples and tried to go to sleep before I analyzed what she just did.
That morning, we got up and went through our usual routines as if nothing happened. I don't think I would want to know if she had heard me masturbating, and I had no idea to bring it up. That night, and the next six nights after that for that matter, Sachel masturbated again. Each night I felt a little more aroused myself, and went a little further with my body each time. By that seventh night I was running my hands over my entire body and touching my clit, but I couldn't bring myself to put my fingers inside me – or to continue after Sachel stopped.
The next night, she came in from the library about a half hour before our lights out time. I mentioned that I saw her and Jerry sitting in the football stadium kissing after lunch break. She smiled and started talking about how great a kisser he was. Jerry was a junior, and they had been hanging out for the past week. He had been asking her to have sex for the last couple nights.
She liked him, but had been warned by her older sister about getting a reputation on campus her early on that she wouldn't be able to live down. Sachel wasn't against having sex - she lost her virginity as a high school junior - she just wished Jerry would commit to her first. She asked me if there was anybody I was talking to yet. I told her about this guy from another school that I met at an icebreaker we had gone to, but he was starting to get on my nerves.
Sachel went back to talking about how much Jerry turned her on, and how hard it was to not spend the night in his room. I figured that was why she had been masturbating all last week, but I wanted to see if she would tell me about it. See, I wanted to ask her about what she did up there, but how would I bring something like that up? I wanted to know if she put her fingers inside herself, and licked her nipples like the woman in the video. I wanted to know how she worked up the nerve to do it with me just below her. And, as uncomfortable as I was to admit it, I wanted to know what she looked like doing it.
I tried to lead her on by asking, "How do you keep from giving in to him, since he turns you on so much?"
Sachel looked at me for a second, and just said, "It ain't easy."
"How hard to you think it is for guys to go without sex?"
"Very hard, from what I've been told," she laughed.
"That's what Jerry told you?"
"No, one of my high school boyfriends. He told me he masturbated every night."
I howled, "Every night??? Sombody would have to be really horny to do it every night."
Sachel looked away from me.
"I mean, wouldn't he get raw?"
"Maybe he uses lotion or Vaseline," Sachel laughed.
I wiped tears from my eyes, "His own version of proper skin care?"
"He must have had the smoothest dick in town!"
"He could do commercials – 'look what Jergins can do for you'."
"Not Jergins, Jerk-ins!"
We laughed, and then joked about how he must have looked playing with himself. I was about to ask her if she ever masturbated when we calmed down, when she yawed and said it was way past our bedtime. I noticed it was after 1:30AM. As we changed I didn't resist the inclination to glace at Sachel's body. She was 5"8" with about 36CC breasts and dark caramel skin.
Over the course of our friendship she had told me stories behind the different battle scars on her legs and arms as a result of growing up a country tomboy. I didn't think they took anything away from her beauty. Sachel had a habit of complaining about having her mother's hips, but that wasn't a bad thing either. She usually slept in her panties, which were lavender briefs that night, and pulled on a cutoff shirt. She then folded her jeans and sweater, tossed other clothes into her basket, then climbed up to her bed.
I finished changing into gray Champion shorts I stole from my brother on my last visit home, and a t-shirt, turned the lights out and went to bed. An hour later, I guess once she assumed I was sleep, Sachel masturbated – with me silently playing along.
Another week of the same silent, separate play, went by. Then one night, Sachel called from Jerry's room and said she would see me in the morning.
"See me in the morning? What?"
"Yeah, girl."
"You mean, you're tired of holding out?"
Her voice lowered a little, "I got to handle my business."
"I ain't mad at you," I laughed. "Be safe, you hear me?"
"We got that covered, literally."
"You know I'ma want details to spice up my boring life, right?"
"Girl, you stupid," she laughed.
After I got off the phone I took a shower. When I came back to the room, I put on lotion then started to put on my nightclothes. I started thinking about Sachel, and what she might be doing in Jerry's room at that moment: how he was touching her, and kissing her; how she might be laid back with her feet in the air, or on top of him grinding her hips; the sweat being worked up between them.
I put my underwear back in the drawer, and grabbed my bottle of baby oil. I laid back on the bed and rubbed some into my breasts and nipples as I imagined a strong pair of hands would. I closed my eyes, and imagined kisses everywhere my fingers wandered. Soon my legs were apart, and my fingertips were working their way through my pubic hair. I was sounding like Sachel and the woman in the video, but I didn't care. I was feeling good, and wanted to make myself feel better.
Slowly I worked my fingers through my trimmed hairs, until I felt the outside of my pussy. I moved my middle finger inside to the labias, and then I spread my legs farther apart and pushed my fingertip inside me. Imagining Sachel and Jerry passionately intertwined had already gotten me wet, and I felt myself getting wetter as I inched my finger farther inside me. Then I slid it out to slide another finger back in with it. In my head it was a man working his fingers in and out of me – teasing me, preparing me. I started moving my hips, and rubbing my clit against my thumb. I've masturbated before; but with the thoughts of Sachel and Jerry running in my head, this was the most intense my masturbation had ever gotten.
I took my time; letting my imagination go wild. The radio was on, and I'm sure it covered up my early breathing – but it was hard to be mindful not to moan too loud. My palm and three fingers – by this point – were feeling heavenly to my body. When I felt myself close to an orgasm, I slowed down to build myself up again. Eventually I was bouncing on the bed like Sachel. I brought myself to a strong orgasm, and it was so wonderful I drifted off to sleep with the lights on.
About 3AM I woke up and put clothes on in fear that Sachel would come in before I got up. Forget about her explaining to me about her masturbation, how would have explained sleeping naked with my dried juice on my thighs and fingers? I cleaned up, turned them off, and went back to sleep.
