A Helping Hand

“You’re too stressed,” my friend said.
There was no surprise there. It was finals week, and I hadn’t even begun one of my papers. I rolled my eyes. I tried to keep conversations to a bare minimum when I was stressed out. Not that I was going to do work with all the extra time. I was going to procrastinate. I was going to freak out and get stressed while watching online videos. That was my cycle.
My friend knew all this. He told me, “If you’re going to decompress, you’re going to have to really decompress. And it looks like I’m going to have to show you.”
He invited me over to his room where he presented me with an early birthday present.
“My birthday is like three months away.”
“Well, I took one look at it and knew you would need it. Sue me. I’m a good friend.”
I opened the gift, and it was a vibrator. A large bulbous thing. I took it out of the packaging. I’d never owned a vibrator before. I clicked the button and nothing happened.
“Here are the batteries.” He added three batteries to the back of the device, and this time, it came to life. A pleasant buzzing sensation made its way up my arms and down my entire body. The shaft of the vibrator was nice and thick and had bumpy ridges. I traced the ridge with my finger.
“Here, let me disinfect it for you,” he said as he wiped it down with toy-safe wipes. “You should take some to-go also. You know. For after use.”
“To-go?” I said. A playful idea came to mind, and I flopped onto his bed with my new toy in hand. I ran the buzzing device up and down my body, taking extra time when I got between my legs. “Why would I take it to-go, when I can enjoy it here?”
He watched me. And as he watched me, his dick grew and strained against his jeans.
“You’re teasing me.” His voice was lower than usual. His dick was harder than usual.
“I’m serious,” I said. I pushed the vibrator up against my clit. Tiny pleasant pulses traveled up and throughout my body. I could get used to this. “It’s more fun with two people anyway.”
“Well, I guess I could help out…”
He joined me in bed. I was already turned on to the max. I took off my shirt and slipped out of my sweatpants. I shimmied out of my underwear. There was already a wet spot in the center of the fabric.
I circled my clit with the head of the vibrator. The buzzing was comfortable at first. It was the kind of buzzing that made me want to curl up in the blanket and get all cozy. But then as I kept it there, I started feeling a tingling sensation. My breath came out shorter, and I was getting wetter.
“It’s hard… to… hold on,” I said between breaths. “So… wet.”
“I could help.” He took the toy from me and with a steady hand he rubbed the vibrator against my clit. It felt nice when someone else was in charge. It felt different. Exciting. When the feeling mounted, I would usually pull the device away, too afraid to continue. But not with him controlling it. He kept it steady even when I was squirming and panting.
“Oh god,” I whispered as I started moving my hips, grinding my clit against the vibe. It felt so good. So pleasant. God, I needed more.
And that was when he told me to get on all fours.
“You’re going to want it deep,” he said. God, I didn’t recognize him being so serious. He waited for me to get on my forearms and knees and then positioned the head of the vibrator against my wet opening. “It’s going to be rough. You like it rough.”
“I live for it,” I said. He started pumping the vibrator into me. In and out. In and out. I was panting hard. I wanted more, but I didn’t know how to get it. But I needed something. The next thing.
“More,” I moaned.
And he showed me what that next thing looked like. He took my own juice and rubbed it on my puckered asshole. I panted. I dripped. I moaned. He pushed in a finger, and I shoved my face into his pillow. He pushed another finger in, and I screamed into it.
“You like that.” He spread his fingers in my asshole, opening it wide.
My body did the talking. My hips moved of their own accord, his fingers sinking deeper into me.
“You need more though. I know you.”
You don’t know me, I wanted to say. Because if you knew me, you would know that I’m already at my max. How much more sensation can a person possibly take? I was squirming and moaning when he removed his fingers. I only had a moment to relax before it was replaced with something larger. Something thicker.
His cock filled my asshole. My vagina still held the vibrator. As he made his way into my channel, I tightened my grip around the vibrating device. All this made me see stars.
I was so full. So completely full. He moved inside of me. Pumping in and out. But he was faster than he was with the vibrator. Rougher. Deeper. He grabbed my waist and sank into my ass. I cried out. In pleasure. So much pleasure. He continued to use me until he was at his limit.
He increased his speed until I was screaming and grabbing onto the bed frame. And suddenly, he was done, pumping his seed deep down my hole. He kept me there, on the bed, sweating, joined at our junctures until his body finished marking me. And then he pulled out of me. I’ve never felt so empty in my life.
He pulled out the vibrator also. Switched it off.
“Do you feel better now?”
“What?”
“Relaxed. I meant, relaxed.”
Coming down from the rush of orgasm, I took inventory of my feelings. My sensations. And yeah. I guess I was fucking relaxed. I was more relaxed than I could ever imagine.
“Yeah, I’m relaxed,” I told him. He nodded and had this real smug look on his face. And then before I left his room, he told me that I could always come by to relax during the study break.
And you know what? I think I will take him up on the offer.
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