For a boy…well, a man boy anyway, he had a sizable cock, one that appeared to be considerably larger than even my husband’s was. But the fact he was lying there on his bed, stroking it, furiously in fact…had taken me by surprise to say the least, and I found myself wondering what he might be laying there thinking about while he pleasured himself, and briefly wondered, entertaining the thought, “Had it been me?”
I quickly convinced myself no. Even though the last thing he’d seen before returning to his own room had been my tits…my rock hard nipples, which as I now looked down again at, were even harder than they had been. The image of his boy-prick as he lay there fisting it. I shook the thought from my head, which immediately came back as I finally took off my shorts, lowering my thong in an effort to finally pee. I touched my clit, touched it again, felt the electrical shock of doing so overwhelming as I continued to do so.
In all the years that Sophia and I had been friends, I had never once masturbated in her home, let alone anywhere else for that matter, not counting the one time I had at the office I worked in. But never in Sophia’s home, nor anyone else’s home except for my own. The fact I was doing so now surprised me, even shocked me a little, though I simply couldn’t help it as I sat there playing with myself.
I came with such a rush, trying to stifle my cry of pleasure, fearful that Jared might have overheard me, even though I was still a good distance down the hallway from his room when I did. Even so, I took an inordinate amount of time to collect myself, finally peeing, and then washing my hands before re-emerging.
His door was now closed as I walked by again heading back into the kitchen area.
“Jesus Jennefer. I was about to send out a search and rescue team for you,” Sophia laughed upon seeing me. “What else were you doing in there besides peeing anyway?” she joked not really meaning anything, but the look on my face must have spoken volumes as she stood there looking at me. “My God! You did, didn’t you?”
I never had been able to lie to her. Sure…I’d sometimes get away with not revealing the truth about something, though usually because her attention had been drawn elsewhere, or I’d somehow gotten lucky and changed the subject.
But not this time. And to make matters worse, Sophia wasn’t about to let up either, not until she’d rung out the reasoning behind the fact that I actually had either. It would have been like getting involved in a really good book, and then putting it down just before reaching the ending. Wasn’t going to happen.
The bottom line was, I was embarrassed however, my face having turned scarlet, though I also imagined I was still a bit flushed from the rather intense little orgasm I’d just given myself in addition to that.
I swear, Sophia had a nose, or some sort of sixth sense or something when it came to anything sexual too. Like a bloodhound, she sat there sniffing me out. I half expected her to get down on all fours and come over and smell me personally herself. She just sat there waiting, smiling at me.
She’d have stayed that way too…forever, for as long as it took until I finally said something. I know. Because she’d done it before. Thank god that she was my dearest and very best friend. I knew I could tell her anything without judgment or recrimination, though even this was perhaps borderline in doing that.
I did, however, finally find my courage. “I just…I ah, just saw…Jared, um ah….jerking off.”
“What?”
For the first time since we’d known one another, I think I had actually taken her by surprise.
“You did what?” she asked again. At least she didn’t look angry or anything. Just surprised, though I was pleased to see the sudden upturn of her lips a moment or two later when she spoke once more. “How?”
I sat in my chair feeling like I was on the witness stand. Sophia is now standing in front of me, though thank god she at least had a fresh cup of coffee in her hand. Though even then I felt like she was the bailiff, soon to be the prosecuting attorney as she swore me in.
“Do you swear to tell the truth? And nothing but the truth? So help you God?”
“I do Sophia, I do.” Though we never said any of that of course, even though I was thinking it. But I then did tell her what had happened…and exactly how it had happened, and then of course confessed to her what I had done. She sat in silence for a moment thinking it over, and then burst out laughing.
“Jesus Jen,” she said, shortening my name, something she rarely if ever did. “I’ve never even caught him doing that. All I ever get is the aftermath!” She was still chuckling as I sat there growing redder and redder by the minute.
“So…tell me, just how big IS my son’s dick anyway?”
**
Somehow we managed to get through the rest of the morning without discussing it further, though we’d forgotten all about the “Doris Report”, and had in fact headed off into our own childhood explorations and discoveries. So perhaps in a way…we still were. I’d even found myself telling her all about my brief little fling with Thomas, but all that seemed to do was fire her up even more. Before I knew it,
She was pressing me for specific intimate details, a blow-by-blow of our encounters, obviously fascinated to be hearing it, not to mention being aroused. I didn’t make an issue out of it, nor even let on that I knew what it was she was doing. But there was no denying the fact that her robe was fully open, and that her hand was moving quite noticeably down between her legs as she sat across from me at the kitchen table.
Had I not been dressed. Had I not been worried about Jared suddenly coming out of his room again, I might actually have joined her. If I thought I was horny and aroused before, I was even more so now. Even walking home shortly after I’d sat there and looked into my friends eyes as she came, I was still thinking about everything that had happened, the moisture pooling between my pussy lips as I walked home on very unsteady feet, my head swimming, my emotions raw.