Chapter 5: Masturbating For Steve

Steve moved from my head down to my waist where he reached between my tanned smooth thighs, pressing them even further apart. My brown fuzzy pussy hair was barely long enough for him to pass his fingers through and I lifted my head to watch him play with me. This was the first time anyone else but me had touched with my pussy this way. Until now I’d allowed Steve to press against my pussy with my shorts or jeans on but never directly on me like he was doing now. I giggled as he tickled me.

“Sit back silly ... watch me do it,” I said as I closed my eyes, spread my legs even further apart and began to rub my pussy slowly for him.

I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, masturbate in front of a boy like some nasty sex show. It wasn’t that I had never been seen masturbating before as my parents must’ve seen me doing myself a hundred times or more but this was totally different. I’d never put on a show when I masturbated, at least not the way I was now for Steve. Today I wasn’t just doing while one of my parents just happened to be in the same room. No ... this time I was doing it FOR Steve! My pussy tingled as I felt like a stripper on stage displaying myself shamelessly for her horny customers. On the one hand I sorta felt like a slut but on the other hand there was something about the way he was staring at me that made feel better about myself than I ever had before. For once I wasn’t worried about my little boobs, my thin ass, my pony legs. Steve was literally staring at my fourteen year-old pussy as if it was the most fascinating sight he’d ever seen. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Steve as I masturbated. I smiled at him as seductively as I knew how.

“Usually I watch myself in the mirror when I do this Steve,” I whispered as I smiled, “Today I want you to be my mirror.”

OK, so it was a line from one of my dad’s porn movies. I have no idea which one but for whatever reason it had stuck in my head and I doubted Steve knew I was plagiarizing. It wasn’t thinly thing I’d learned form my dad’s porn collection. Did Steve think all the things I did to him when sucking his dick just came out of nowhere? In any case it seemed to have the effect on him I was hoping for though. I watched my increasingly horny boyfriend as I rubbed my wet swollen clit for him. My fingers began to circle around my clit, softly massaging it as my movements grew faster. My breathing quickened and my hips began to buck and then arch into the air as I imagined meeting the thrusts of an invading cock. Ever so slowly I slid a single finger into my warm wet pussy, slowly stroking it in and out like a tiny cock, thinking to myself that soon the real thing would be replacing it. Steve was watching my every move, barely blinking. He gasped slightly when I pushing my finger all the way inside of me. From the way his cock was sticking out like a tree trunk from his crotch, he was thoroughly enjoying the raunchy show I was putting on for him.

The idea of that I was masturbating FOR Steve continued to dominate my thoughts. As I just mentioned, I’ve masturbated with my parents around for years so it wasn’t the first time anyone had SEEN me masturbate by any means. However, it WAS the first time anyone had deliberately WATCHED me masturbated, definitely an important distinction. It was like me seeing my dad masturbating. Of course I knew what he was doing but once I got used to it I never really stared at him doing it and besides, he was never seemed interested in me that way either when I did it with him around. After all, why would a father be interested in watching his own daughter playing with herself? I certainly wasn’t of the caliber of the porn stars he loved to watch when he did it. My parents raised me such that masturbation was a normal release and nothing to be ashamed of. After all, most everyone does it so why should anyone have to skulk to their bedroom or bathroom just to do it?