Chapter 2: Watching TV With Steve and My Parents

So now it was just a typical Thursday night with Steve over at my house watching TV with me and my parents. We were supposed to be doing homework but there were a couple of shows I wanted to watch first so we were sitting on the couch next to each other. Steve had his arm draped around me with his hand resting on the back of the couch which I found rather amusing. Had we been alone I knew where it would be - groping my boobs! Sure they may not have been nearly as big as the ones on the other girls he used to date but he seemed to enjoy playing with them all the same and I certainly didn’t mind! Obviously it was my parent’s presence that was keeping him from fondling me which was comical considering it was no big deal for ME to play with my boobs when he wasn’t around.

Growing up as an only child my parents treated me as an adult from an early age, or at least not as condescending as most parents are with their kids. They spoke to me like I was an equal rather than a child, discussing matters from religion and politics to even sex with no holds barred. I don’t like saying we had an “open” home when it came to nudity as too many people use that term to describe a situation I consider kinky - to be kind. At our house we didn’t run around stark naked or deliberately expose ourselves to each other. Even those times when we did see the other naked it was not with any sexual intentions, it was just the way it was.

One example of such a time was using our hot tub. For as long as I can remember we were nude in the tub although when going to and from the tub we usually wore at least a towel or robe. Another example is sleeping in the nude. I started at first to mimic my parents and then simply because I just enjoyed the comfort that comes without wearing anything to bed. However, my mom’s rules were pretty strict ... once I got up I immediately put something on to cover myself up at least a little bit. Unless I was dressing or passing between the bathroom and my bedroom my parents didn’t usually see me totally nude around the house. Our old house only had one small bathroom so sometimes when someone was in a hurry they might shower while someone else was in there but that was about it. I never felt right about sharing it to use the toilet as frankly, some things require privacy.

When it comes masturbation, that’s another thing I have a hard time understanding why most families make such a big deal out of it. Thankfully I was taught masturbation is healthy and whether people admit it or not, something most everyone does from time to time. Whenever I or my parents felt inclined, depending on how bad the need we might wait until we were alone or if the urge was that strong then we would just do it where we were without embarrassment. My mom even had rules about it, stressing that masturbation by definition is a solo event so putting on some kind of “show” was strictly forbidden. All my mom’s rules sometimes seemed silly but looking back, most of them were just common sense. Like her masturbation rule ... if I was watching a show and getting turned on by some stud, why not just do it then and there instead of putting it off until I went to bed? It wasn’t THAT inconvenient to turn away or use a blanket over me when I did it.

Masturbation at home to satisfy an itch is one thing. Regardless of how you might try to say differently, watching someone do it can still be a turn-on. Though he would never admit it, I knew my dad liked it when I would do it on the couch while he watched TV so I figured Steve would be the same being a normal male. Steve was quite surprised the first time I masturbated in front of him as apparently none of the other girls he dated had done so. It took some convincing on my part to get him to do it with me around but once he realized how horny it made me his inhibitions loosened up a bit although I got the feeling he was never 100% comfortable with me watching.