She Asked Me to Touch Myself While Her Friend Slept

When we went back into the living room, Noa had already fallen asleep on the sofa. Her legs were tucked up and one arm hung over the edge, and she was breathing with that slow rhythm that betrays deep sleep. We turned the volume down on the stereo so we wouldn’t wake her and sat on the floor, on the rug, with our backs against the base of the cabinet. The room was dim, lit only by the screen of the player.

Vera leaned her arms back and rested on her hands. She closed her eyes and started moving her head very slowly, following the rhythm of the song. I watched her in silence. There was something about that posture, about her stretched neck and the curve of her shoulders, that made me feel like a lucky bastard. After a while, she opened her eyes as if coming out of a trance.

“Fuck… this song is amazing. It even turns me on,” she murmured.

“Well, I’m the only thing you’ve got handy,” I replied. “So you’ll have to decide whether you’re changing the song or changing the feeling.”

She gave a soft laugh, careful not to make any noise.

“If the offer doesn’t convince me, I can always sort myself out,” she said in a playful, almost defiant tone.

“That works for me. I might join you.”

She glanced at me sideways and, without breaking eye contact, spread her knees. Her dress slid up to the top of her thighs. I lowered my gaze to her open legs and then back to her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Would you do something for me?” she asked.

“Have I ever let you down?”

“No, but there’s always a first time, right?”

“What’s gotten into your head this time?”

“An idea. I’ll tell you as we go.”

***

She pulled her dress up to her hips and crossed her legs Indian-style. Then she leaned forward, opened the drawer in the coffee table and took out a little bag of weed. She put it in my hand.

“Roll one.”

I rummaged through the drawer until I found the paper. I rolled the joint calmly, sealed it, and handed it to her.

“You take the first hit. My dad swears this is the good stuff,” she said.

I lit it and took a drag. She wasn’t lying: it was smooth and clean. I took a couple more and passed it to her. Vera smoked calmly, absent-mindedly, as if floating in a cloud, focused on the music and making tiny, almost imperceptible movements with her shoulders. She tilted her head back and let the smoke out toward the ceiling in a thin line. She gave it back to me. I took a sip of my drink, took back the joint and dragged again. I knew that state well, that warm heaviness in the eyelids.

Then she moved closer to me and rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, slowly, like a cat looking for affection.

“Show me,” she whispered into my ear.

“What exactly do you want?”

“To see it.”

“That’s all?”

“Well… and for you to touch yourself for me.”

“You’re such a bitch. Just like that, cold, it makes me shy. Noa could wake up any minute.”

“See? There’s the shy guy,” she teased.

“It’s not that, Vera. I’ve just never masturbated for anyone. It feels weird.”

“Liar. Noa told me that when you were together you used to ask each other to do it.”

I went quiet for a second.

“You’ve talked about that?”

“That and a lot more,” she said with a crooked smile. “Do you really think that, with everything she’s going through right now, she’s going to care that I watch you touch yourself out of pure curiosity?”

“I know you two hooked up, but this is different. I don’t want any trouble with her. I care about her too much.”

“And I know that. Trust me, we’ve talked about it plenty. Want proof?”

“What do you mean, proof?”

“You’ve got a round mole, pretty big, on the left side of your dick if you look at it from the front. You had phimosis surgery, and according to her, with the glans always out in the open, you’ve got one of the prettiest she’s ever seen. Keep going?”

“Yes,” I answered, feeling my pants start to tighten.

“Right. You’re crazy about ass, it’s your favorite area. Biting it, licking it, giving it a slap or two… Want me to describe the face you make?”

“Fuck. She told you that too?”

“Every last detail. So? Are you going to show it to me or not?”

***

I looked at her, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her on the mouth. I slid my tongue in slowly, just a little, enough for her to understand that I was already turned on. When I pulled away, I took my hand to the button on my pants and undid it.

“This position is fucking uncomfortable,” I said, getting up off the floor. “Come here.”

I took her by the hand and led her to the armchair, which was about three meters from the sofa where Noa was still sleeping. I pulled my pants down to my knees and sat with my boxers still on. The bulge was impossible to hide. I asked her to sit on the armrest and she obeyed. She slipped the straps of her dress down, which by then was little more than a wrinkled belt at her waist, and unhooked her bra. Her breasts and her dark panties were exposed.

“Draw, cowboy,” she said in a wicked voice, running her hand over the fabric covering her cunt.

I hooked my boxers and pulled them down to where my pants were stuck.

“Take them off completely. Leave your legs free.”

I did as she said. I kicked off my sneakers and stripped from the waist down. I was rock hard, pointing into the air.

“Stroke it,” she ordered softly.

I wrapped my hand around it and started running it up and down. I’d always liked touching myself, but doing it in front of her, with her eyes fixed on me, was a different feeling, electric and a little dizzying. Vera and I had kissed a thousand times, flirted until we were sick of it, changed clothes in the same room while trading filthy jokes, but we had never gone this far. She watched me work myself slowly while she rubbed her sex over her panties.

“I like your dick,” she said. “Noa was right, it’s pretty.”

“Thanks. She likes you too. She’s telling me right now, can’t you hear her?” I joked.

“Yeah, but today I want to see it with you. Today I want it this way.”

I started stroking faster, my breathing getting shorter and shorter.

“That’s it, give it to me hard,” she said, while she pulled her panties aside and showed me her wet cunt, caressing herself slowly to spur me on.

“Do you like what you see?”

“A lot. I’m going to have to come by here one of these days. I want to, badly.”

The moment was swallowing me whole. I couldn’t think about anything except her hand between her legs and mine on myself.

“Sometimes I touch myself thinking about that afternoon when you were watching Marco fuck me,” she blurted out suddenly.

I froze.

“What did you say?”

She gave a low laugh, never stopping her own movements.

“You think I didn’t notice? Why do you think I changed position so many times? Don’t stop.”

I didn’t know what to answer. It had been pure chance: I stepped out into the hallway on my way to the bathroom, her bedroom door was half open, and I saw them through the crack. I stayed frozen in the doorway until the end, unable to move, watching her get fucked without her knowing—or so I thought—that I was there. Knowing now that she had done it for me hit me in the stomach and, more than anything, much lower.

I kept jerking off and she stood up, in front of me so I could see her better, then knelt between my legs.

“I love the face you make. You’re hot, bastard,” she said.

She ran her hands up my thighs, brought her mouth to the tip and told me to stop. When I did, she let a thread of spit fall onto the glans, warm and thick.

“Keep going,” she ordered.

She kept touching herself while she watched me from a hand’s breadth away.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I warned.

She lifted my shirt with her free hand.

“Come. I want to see you explode.”

I sped up. A few seconds later I came across my own stomach, under her fixed stare. Vera brought her right hand over, scooped up some semen with her fingers and took it to her cunt to masturbate with it. She had picked up the pace, and from the way her jaw tensed and her breathing broke, I knew she wouldn’t be far from coming.

“I’m so fucking turned on. I’m going to come,” she panted.

I brought my mouth close to her face, which was beginning to tighten.

“Come like a wolf,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to see you.”

She started moaning, as quietly as she could, with slight spasms running through her body. She dropped onto her heels and curled in on herself, caught by the orgasm.

***

While she caught her breath, she ran her hand over my stomach, soaked it in semen and brought it to her breasts, spreading it slowly. Then she grabbed me again, put me in her mouth, gave it a couple of slow licks and let go. We stayed like that for a moment, facing each other, looking at one another in silence, still breathing hard.

“Let’s clean up,” she said at last, getting to her feet.

We went to the bathroom and she turned on the sink. I came over, she wet her hand and wiped the mess from my stomach. Then I cleaned her breasts while she washed between her legs. Every now and then we looked at each other in the mirror, saying nothing, with a conspiratorial smile that was worth more than any words.

We went back to the living room. Noa was still asleep, oblivious to everything, in the same position. We decided to take her to a bed. We carried her carefully, laid her down in one of the bedrooms, took off her shoes and tucked her in. Then we went back to the living room. I picked up my boxers and pants from the floor.

“Don’t put them on,” Vera suggested, tugging my wrist. “Let’s go to bed.”

We got into hers. It was narrow, too narrow for the two of us, and my feet stuck out over the edge. I didn’t mind at all.