It was a normal day for Harper: get up, late for university classes, get in the shower, but she did have time for just a little fun before heading off to class. But while she’s having her way with herself, something bizarre happens, and now Harper’s stuck with something no woman should have. With nowhere else to turn, she accepts help from her best friend, Kat, but their friendship is about to be put to the test. Just what does Kat want from her friend? Can they survive all these changes? Find out in this salacious tale from Randall Rogue.
Her shoulders slumping, Harper groaned. “I’m a girl, Kat. I don’t want to jack off, OK?”
There was a long pregnant pause. The two girls looked at each other, then away. The unspoken question hung in the air until neither could stand it any longer. Kat’s words started a hair soon than Harper’s.
“Do you want—”
“Fine,” Harper’s voice thrummed with tension, “I’ll go you-know-what. Just give me a minute.”
She stomped into the bathroom and shut the door. Pushing down her pajama pants, she glared down at the cock, pushing her panties out from her body. It’s exposed head seemed to glare back at her. The past few days she had woken up hard, but it had never lasted this long before. She’s just waited a little and it seemed to calm down on its own.
Now, though, it was as stiff as a board and she was aware of every light touch against it. She pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. Trying to keep herself calm, she sat on the closed lid of the toilet and spread her legs. She wasn’t completely unfamiliar about what to do with a cock, but it wasn’t second nature either. She found herself staring at the unfamiliar form, unsure of exactly where to start.
“Everything OK in there?” Kat’s voice was muffled by the door.
Harper felt every muscle in her body tense up. She actually saw and felt her cock twitch. Looking up, she started at the closed door. Her best friend was right on the other side. There was no lock; if she wanted to, she could open the door and stare right at her.
“It’s, um…” Harper pushed an errant strand of hair behind one ear. “I’m fine, Kat. Just sort of figuring out my first step.”
“Well,” there was a small sound and then a creak. Harper thought she could picture Kat turning and leaning her back against the bathroom door. “The usual way is to wrap your hand around it like a fist and pump up and down.”
Harper bit back. “You speaking from experience here?”
“I may or may not have had my hands on a cock or two in my time.”
“Well, I don’t need a backseat driver right now. Just give me some time.”
She reached down and ran her fingers down the length of her cock, concentrating on the sensation of her short nails grazing the skin. Gingerly, she gripped her cock and squeezed it lightly. Running her fingers over the tip, she recognized the feeling as being a bit like rubbing her clit. She continued the motion, making a gentle circle over her cock’s head until the need to be touched more grew.
Still unwilling to completely give up on her girlishness. Harper raised one leg, propping her foot on the hamper and leaning against the toilet tank. She reached down with her free hand and slid her fingers over her pussy lips. She was almost surprised to find that she was very wet. It felt good, though, as it always had. She slipped one finger, then another inside herself all while continuing to rub the tip of her cock with her other hand.
It felt wonderful, massaging both her cock head and wriggling her fingers inside her pussy. She hated to admit it but having gone nearly four days without masturbating had left her very pent up, almost on edge. Closing her eyes, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and continued to pleasure herself.
With a hint of apprehension, she remembered that Kat was right on the other side of the door. Adorable little Kat, with her slim little body and beautiful dark eyes. She was almost in the room. Without really meaning to, Harper imagined it was Kat’s hand on her cock, Kat’s fingers inside her, and her heart suddenly raced.