Chapter 4
"Yeah, it's soft, but it's starting to wake up."
"Girl, I want that thing hard right now. Let me see it. Get that cock standing up so I can look."
I let the dress slip down a bit, grabbed the beer off the floor to take a swig, but she wouldn't let me. When the fabric fell back over it, she quickly shoved her hand in and lifted everything up again, holding the hem high against my protests.
"Fuck, that's a beautiful thing, Rebeca. Why didn't you show me this sooner?"
She stared at it fixedly, her eyes shining, her breathing a little quicker, like she couldn't believe she was finally seeing it up close. The cock gave an involuntary twitch from the cool air and her gaze, slapping back against my left thigh with a wet smack of skin on skin.
"If you wanna see my wet pussy, it's right there!" she said, laughing way too hard, throwing her head back like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Wait, let me see if I can get it going, let me think about Teo sitting in gym class with his legs spread," I closed my eyes to try picturing it, gave those little muscle squeezes to force it to harden up for real, but it didn't quite work, just got half-swollen, swaying slowly.
"Wow, that's a hot one," she said without looking away, holding her own hands in her lap like she was afraid to reach out and touch. "And is it heavy, friend? Do you feel the weight of it?"
"It's heavy when I grab it in my hand, but mostly I just feel it hanging there, kinda like tits when you're running, you know? It swings a bit, gets annoying sometimes."
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding like she got something she'd probably never experienced, but pretending she understood perfectly.
"Is peeing standing up good?"
She wasn't the first to ask me that; there was always that dumb curiosity when someone found out.
"It's practical, but I prefer sitting. It splashes everywhere, turns into a mess."
She stared in silence, her eyes glued there, and we started getting really awkward. The cold mountain air came in through the window, raising goosebumps on the skin of my thighs, and I felt it starting to shrink slowly, going back to soft, tucking up a bit against the thigh.
"You're holding back from putting your hand on it, right?" I blurted out, breaking the silence without saying it was what I wanted her to do.
"Yeah, you know me."
"Fuck it, go ahead." She reached out slowly, palm open, and I stepped back instinctively, pulling my hips away and stopping her move. "But I'm not taking responsibility, okay."
She laughed, got nervous, tied her hair back into a ponytail with her fingers shaking a little, and came closer with both hands.
First, she just brushed the tips of her fingers at the base, like she was scared of breaking something. The feeling was fucking weird, different from when I touch it myself. Her hand was warm, soft, smaller than mine, and the touch came from outside, from another person, someone I couldn't control. My whole body shivered at once, a chill ran up my spine mixed with a heat that shot straight to my cock. I licked my lips to wet them and felt my nipples perk up. It responded right away, throbbed hard against her palm, growing more, getting straighter and harder. I felt the blood rushing all down there, pulsing slowly, and a horniness that started low in my belly and rose fast, tightening my chest, shortening my breath.
She asked softly, almost whispering.
"Can I pull the skin back?"
I nodded yes, unable to speak properly. She held it carefully, turned it slowly to one side, then the other, exploring like it was something new and fragile. Her fingers slid over the skin, gently pulling back the foreskin to expose the head. The cool air hit there and made me let out a low moan without meaning to. It was too sensitive, every move of hers sent a wave of pleasure up my legs, making my knees tremble. It throbbed harder now, pulsing to the beat of my racing heart, and I felt it swelling more, getting hot and heavy in her hand. The horniness kept building, a delicious pressure spreading through my whole body, making my pink ballsack all tight and tingly.
"This fucking thing is gonna cause trouble, Jana... it gets me so turned on, fuck."
She laughed again, but this time it was a hoarse, nervous laugh, her eyes locked there, shining.
"Friend, I swear it never crossed my mind when you said you were gonna rub one out that it was a little handjob you were giving yourself..."
True, I always told her I was gonna touch myself or rub one out, that's how girls talked to me. I used their words so I wouldn't have to explain what I really did: grabbed it with my hand, stroked up and down slow until I came, cleaned up quick and pretended it was normal. But now with her hand there, exploring, turning it, squeezing lightly, I couldn't pretend anymore. It was real, it was hers, and the horniness was taking over me completely.
"Jana..."
She ran her hand to the balls first, passing her fingers real slow, like she was testing the texture of the thin, hot skin there. It was light, almost ticklish, but every brush sent a spark straight to my core, making the cock throb hard against her palm. The sensation was wild: hot, strange, way too good. No one had ever touched there from the outside, and my whole body reacted like it had woken up suddenly. The skin prickled, my nipples hardened under the dress, and a wet heat started spreading below, even with nothing to drip. She cupped the whole sack with her fingers, squeezing lightly, testing the weight, how much fit in her hand. It was soft, heavy, and every squeeze made the cock pulse louder, standing straight up, swelling at the pink head she was still holding with her other hand.
"Jana..." I called again, my voice coming out hoarse, but she ignored me, eyes glued there, focused.
"Rebeca. It wouldn't fit in my pussy..." The thought took shape in her mouth. "Look at the size of that thing?"