Chapter 4: Masturbating About Robin

Other than my mom and aunt, I’d never had sex with another woman. Sure I’ve masturbated numerous times with my cousin and friends but we never touched each other when we did it. That said, I couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like to touch Robin, to feel her perfect body pressed up against mine, her large boobs against my own and our pussies pressing up against one another.

As thoughts of Robin’s sensational body filled my imagination, my hand moved between my legs and I raised my knees up and spread them apart as I began to touch myself while my other hand slowly caressed my boobs. My finger ran tight little circles around my clit and I gasped when I pushed it inside of my wet pussy, drawing the lubrication up and out to wet my clit more. God it felt so good to touch myself!

As all my friends will testify, I LOVE to masturbate and typically did it at least once or twice a day although more if I was particularly horny. It had nothing to do with whether or not I was getting laid - I just loved to do it. Sometimes I would do myself after a guy fucked me and had fallen asleep or otherwise lost interest after coming. It was more unusual for me NOT to do it in the morning than it was to do it. Unless I had a desperate need to use the bathroom, I almost always masturbated before I even got out of bed. Different people have different times when they are naturally horny. For me, it’s right after I’ve woken up. Sometimes before I rub the sleep from my eyes I already have one hand between my legs!

It didn’t take long for me to get myself worked up to the point of having an orgasm. Usually when I cum I am dreaming of being fucked by somebody or sucking some incredible cock but in this case I imagined myself in a 69 with Robin with me on top. As my pussy burst with pleasure I dreamed of Robin’s tongue playing on my sensitive clit while my face was pressed between her incredibly soft thighs and my mouth over her well-fucked pussy. As my pussy cum gushed from me, I dreamed of Robin licking it up like a cat at a bowl of milk and then she was cumming as well, drenching my face with her tasty cum.

Once my orgasm had died down I collapsed in bed and panted while I tried to catch my breath. God, what could feel better than an orgasm? Not even drugs could possibly make me feel this good although if it was anything like this, then I could sympathize with drug addicts as I was addicted to my orgasms as much as any heroin addict. The best part was, masturbation was legal and I could do it anytime I wanted!