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Kylee

There were four graduate students doing great work in Dr. Edwards’ botany lab. To keep it simple, basically we were working on plant-based solutions to global warming.

One of the sudents was Kylee Jackson. She was a tiny little thing who literally looked more like a pre-teen boy than a woman, even though she was 22 years old. Her height was around 4′ 1″ or 124cm. She wasn’t what you’d call a pretty girl, with curly black hair that was only an inch long, and no curves on her body other than her somewhat oversized breasts. She looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn.

But who was looking? I was there for the science, and frankly, this girl was annoying. She was a counter-exampler. That’s another way of saying that pretty much anything I, or anyone on the team said, she’d counter it with a correction. If I said something was 8cm tall, she’d say it was more like 9cm. If I said something concrete, she’d shoot back, that ‘nothing is a fact until proven.’ I’m sure if I had said the sky was blue, she’d say it was closer to cyan. She had a somewhat squeaky little-girl voice to go with her little body.

The other grad students were much easier to get along with. The one thing Kylee had going for her was a beautiful smile. Even I, who didn’t really care for this little girl, noticed that.

For three months we worked on that experiment. I mostly kept the instruments calibrated, while she volunteered to monitor the measurements. That was nice of her since it was the least fun of the work. I started to get used to Kylee.

It started to get weird when sometimes, out of the blue, I mean cyan, she’d say something sort of sexual, generally having to do with masturbation. She was evidently more than a little bit pro-masturbation. I was always thinking, ‘OK Kylee, so you masturbate. Big deal, we all do that.’

It started to get personal, and oddly, I didn’t really mind. One day she started to describe exactly how she masturbates. Like, I really wanted to hear that. Geez! And yet, it made me horny. That evening I jerked off with, of all things, visions of Kylee in mind. I was imagining that little slip of a kid without clothing. Specifically, in my mind, I was noticing her probably smooth and firm little ass, and wondering if she has curly black crotch hair to match the hair on her head. I ejaculated big time, even getting a spurt of cum on my chin.

A day later, she came right out and asked me if I masturbate. I wasn’t shocked. By now, I knew that every time if she and I were alone in the lab, she’d get on the topic of wanking.

“Watch that beaker, it’s about to spill,” I responded, avoiding answering.

She pushed the cup away from the edge of the bench, and just stared at me, expecting an answer.

“Well, yes, I do. Doesn’t everyone?”

She seemed satisfied, and continued with the filtrate. Then, after a moment of silence, she asked, “Do you believe masturbation should be a private matter?”

I really wasn’t comfortable with this conversation, but I said, “I guess not. I mean, logically, why should it be? If people want to wank together, why should anyone stop them?”

Having had just about enough of this confusing girl and her crazy conversations, I blurted out, “I know what you want.”

Dead silence. Then, in a quiet little voice, she asked, “Oh, and what do you think I want?”

I hadn’t really thought it through. It was probably my subconscious answering, “You want to masturbate with me.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, holding a Erlenmeyer flask in mid-air, then slowly set it down, turned red in the face, and ran out of the lab.

‘Good,’ I thought. ‘I’d rather work alone anyway.’

My minor anger lasted only a few seconds, to be replaced, beyond my control, with a feeling of remorse, sadness, and guilt. I must have severely hurt her feelings. And she wasn’t that bad really. Kind of nice, actually. I’ll have to apologize.

It took me a few minutes to locate Kylee. I found her in Dr. Edwards’ office using the second computer where she often did research.

I started to apologize, but she interrupted me. “I’m sorry. I’m kind of a sex freak. I mean, well, I do think about sex and masturbation all the time, and I kind of overflow with it. I shouldn’t have troubled you with my fucked-up obsession.”

“It’s not fucked-up,” I replied, continuing with, “Well, I mean…”

Now it was my turn to blush. “So like I masturbate all the time also. It’s just human nature.”

This is where I said the weirdest, stupidest, yet most successful thing in my life. I said it without thinking it through. “Sometimes images of you come to mind when I jerk off.”

“Really?” Again, her cheeks turned red.

One thing led to another and about three days later found us alone together in my dorm room. We had decided we should masturbate together. It would be like an experiment. A procedure. We’d learn something about how the opposite sex achieves orgasm. We agreed there’d be nothing sexual about it. It was just to be a learning experience.

My roommate was out for the weekend. I thought Kylee and I would throw off our clothes instantly. Getting naked with her was the only thing on my mind for the past 72 hours until we could arrange a time and place. Yet we both hesitated.

Staring stupidly at each other for a minute, she was the first to speak, “How should we do this?”

I found a deck of cards, and we decided strip poker would be the ideal solution. However, after a couple of hands in which I lost one shoe, and she lost both shoes and a sock, we realized it was going too slow. We were crazy with horniness and we both knew it. We switched to drawing a single card each, and whoever got the lowest card had to remove one more item of clothing.

I lost terribly, being down to my underpants while she still hadn’t even removed her sweater yet. I found it rather embarrassing. Why, I don’t know. After all, we both knew we were planning to be naked and masturbating together in just a few minutes. My penis was hard. I couldn’t help it, and I’m sure she could see the outline in my underpants.

“Oh hell,” I blurted, and just pulled my underpants down.

Kylee put her hand to her mouth and gasped. She was frozen like that for a moment, just staring at my cock. Then, slowly, she just started removing all her clothing.

When her bra came off, I was flabbergasted. I had seen many tits in porn, but there she was, big as life, and I do mean big. Oh, her tits weren’t huge, but they were large, and on her small body, they were truly amazing. Her dark aerolae had to be be two inches in diametr. As if my cock wasn’t already hard, I would have become that way instantly.

Once naked, we had a moment of ‘How should we do this?’ Without words, she sat sideways on my roommate’s bed, and I sat on my bed facing her. She kind of reluctantly put her left fingertips on her own right nipple, and her right hand went to her crotch. By the way, she did have curly black hair down there matching the hair on her head. It was uniform, like a carpet. It occurred to me she must keep it trimmed.

In contrast, she could see that I was all shaved down there. It’s what all us young guys do these days. Besides, I like it hairless. It makes masturbation that much better.

I started stroknig my penis up and down slowly. Normally, once I’m hard I go like a million miles an hour, but I was kind of embarrassed to do so fast in front of her. So I went up and down slowly.

Something odd happened. Rather than what I was expecting, that I would cum way too soon, my cock went soft. The harder I willed it to stay hard, the less it cooperated. I kind of mumbled to Kylee that it must be because of the unusualness of the situation.

She mumbled back, “Performance anxiety.” She was probably more of an expert on these matters than I knew.

Again wordlessly, she got up off my roommate’s bed and crossed over to mine, sitting down next to me. She made a motion to grab my penis with her fingertips, but our positions weren’t right so she couldn’t easily reach it.

Simply saying, “Lay down,” she grabbed a rolling chair and came over to the side of the bed, as I complied with her request.

She reached out, and put her fingertips on the head of my cock. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. No one had ever touched my penis but me. Not even a doctor. It was like an electric shock, but better. Way better!

I was hard again in no time, and faster than you can pronounce the word “ejaculation” I was shooting cum all over Kylee’s pretty little hand.

The only thing she said was “Oooh,” in a very appreciative tone.

I had her take my place on my bed. I was going to just start playing with her pussy with my fingertips, but something came over me. I laid down beside her little body, and just kissed her. I hadn’t planed to do that in the slightest. We had planned to just masturbate together. That’s all.

She kissed me back, very passionately. It turned to French kissing. We kept it up for a long time. Oddly, my penis hadn’t softened after ejaculating in her hands. It was hard as it had ever been as we rolled back and forth a little bit on my skinny single bed, still kissing. I felt her amazing boobs pressed against my chest. In that moment, I realized she was the prettiest, most desirable girl in the whole wide world.

We weren’t supposed to do what happened next. During the previous three days we had discussed how we were both masturbation freaks, and we would would masturbate together. That’s all. But nature took over, and I felt her squirm down, breaking our kiss, so her vagina was lined up with my penis. She was kind of squirming to get the head of my cock in her. I wasn’t objecting.

Then, suddenly, I was objecting. I knew we had to do something. We needed protection. Fortunately, I knew where Kevin, my roommate, kept a box of condoms. He had proudly waved it around, showing it to me one day, as if he actually planned to use one. As if he actually had someone to use one with. I ripped open the box and took one out, figuring I’d make my apology to him later.

I tore open the packet and tried unrolling one on my super-hard erection. Kylee had to help. She discovered I had the stupid thing upside down. She flipped it over, and unrolled it over my penis. I almost ejaculated again as she did so. How weird is that? I never orgasm a second time. It takes me hours to recover and wank again.

Awkwardly, we came together again on my bed, and with some pushing and shoving and repositioning I finally got my penis in Kylee, and it was so amazing. She was so warm and friendly inside! Unfortunately, I ejulated almost immediately.

I knew she wanted more so I tried desperately to stay hard and continue sliding back and forth inside her, but my penis softened, and fell out.

I’m not an idiot. I know girls want to orgasm just as much as boys. I kind of knew what to do so I changed my position on the bed so I could put my mouth on her crotch. It smelled wonderful. I had never smelled anything as beautiful as that in my life and knew that without a doubt, I’d be doing much more of all of this in the future. It took a while working my way through her hair and down to her clit, but soon enough I had her writhing and screaming in orgasm. I was so delighted to do that for her, even though I was also concerned about possibly bothering the people in the dorms next door with the noise.

As you can imagine, from that time forward in the lab, Kylee and I were the best of friends and coworkers. Dr. Edwards congratulated us, and wryly added, “I knew you two would hit it off the first time I saw you.”

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