Back when I was in college, my girlfriend Mona and I each rented rooms in a big house off-campus our senior year. We felt so worldly wise and independent being out of the dormitory. The arrangements weren’t really all that sophisticated, but I loved it. A storage area separated our bedrooms, and we each had a dresser that backed into this storage area.
One afternoon, while I was in my room studying, I heard Mona arrive home, go into her room and lock the door. She should have been in class. Of course, I should have also, but I had decided to skip my afternoon classes in order to get some extra studying in.
I was curious as to why Mona was home. Of course, I could have knocked on her door and asked her why, but something told me not to. Instead, I quietly pushed my dresser to one side and crept through the dark storage area to where Mona’s dresser stuck through the wall. Through the crack between the wall and the dresser I could plainly see Mona’s whole bedroom.
When I saw Mona, I had to cup my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror, totally naked, playing with herself. Her feet were about two feet apart, her head was slightly thrown back, and both hands were in her crotch. Her left hand was holding her lips apart, and a finger of her right was working her clitoris. In seconds, her knees buckled slightly, and she let out a moan as she came.
Calming down, she straightened her legs and then continued to rub herself. This time, every few seconds, she pulled her finger from her pussy and put it to her mouth. Then she sucked her finger clean and returned it to her clitoris.
From my vantage point I had a clear view of her and her reflection in the mirror. I could see her front and back. I had never before seen Mona without clothes. She was a beautiful girl with small breasts and a slim figure. Her tummy was flat, her butt nicely rounded, and she had nice, slender legs. The thick dark patch of her pubic hair matched the long hair on her head. She was even blessed with pretty feet.
As she continued rubbing and tasting herself, I reached into my shorts and started fingering myself. Mona began rubbing herself faster and soon she was coming again. This time she fell to the floor on her knees and almost screamed as she came. She bent over slightly at the waist and pulled away the hand that she had been holding herself open with. She put it on the floor to steady herself, never slowing the finger that was bringing her off. I came on my fingers at that very instant.
As Mona’s body relaxed and her orgasm subsided, she sat back on her haunches—but never stopped fingering her slit. Slowly but surely she worked herself toward a third climax. In time, her moans indicated that she was getting close, and she moved the hand that had been on the floor to her mouth and got her middle finger dripping wet. Then she moved it behind her and steadily pushed it between the cheeks of her ass. I watched in awe as she slowly worked her finger up her pert bottom. I could tell by her movements when she had it buried all the way. Then, as she stroked her pussy with her right hand, she wiggled the finger in her ass.
Within seconds she came a third time, moaning loudly as her orgasm ripped through her. She doubled over at the waist, her body jerking, and half-grunted and half-cried as each contraction hit her. I could actually tell by the sounds she was making each time her muscles convulsed. I never imagined that anyone could come so hard.
Eventually Mona calmed down and slowly withdrew the finger from her ass and removed her hand from her crotch. She then rolled over onto her side and lay there breathing deeply. After several minutes, she got up and put her clothes on.
That was my cue. I flew back to my room, stripped and got on my bed. I brought myself to two more orgasms before my pussy was so sore I had to stop.
After that day I saw some powerful things in that room. I saw Mona masturbate, always totally naked, lying on her bed, lying on the floor, standing on her bed, and in front of the mirror. I saw her push the handle of her hairbrush into her ass while she got off. I saw her tie knots in a scarf, push the whole thing up her ass, then pull it out as she came.
Every time I watched her, I ended up in my room masturbating like crazy. I even tried the trick with the scarf. It was out of this world. I couldn’t believe how much it added to my orgasm.
The last couple of months, Mona had used a magazine with pictures in it when she masturbated—pictures of naked men. She stared at the pictures as she brought herself off. She even ran her fingers across them while rubbing herself. Several times I heard her mumble her boyfriend’s name while stroking the pictures. I kept hoping that someday I’d get to see her screwing him, but we graduated and moved out before that could happen.
I’m married now but when I’m alone, I often masturbate imitating techniques I saw Mona try in that amazing senior year at school.
—Ms. F.C., Seattle, Washington