The Good Touch, part 1
Part one of my first story in...well...several years. :D
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The Good Touch part 1
by Flynn
This story contains herm/solo, masturbation, daily life, omnisexual desires, a young adult main character, first person perspective, groping between friends, and lots of period slang. You have been warned. ^__^
The sound of rain on a copper roof. It's somehow both busy and lonely, like an army of tiny people running toward nowhere, or the world's smallest drum line. It's dark outside, after 11 at night, a good time for what I want to do. My parents are downstairs asleep, and the only other rooms on my floor are the bathroom and the office, which are across from my bedroom on the other side of the upstairs foyer. I close the bedroom door, and start to take off my jeans, pulling down the zipper and then undoing the snap over my tail...
...oh yes, I should probably explain that part.
You see, my world is very much like your own, but in my world a myriad of fantasy races populate the planet along with humans. Elves, dwarves, satyrs, minotaurs, dragons, gryphons, fey and much more. Holding jobs, raising families, going to school, and all the other normal stuff. I myself am a lindwurm, a creature of Nordic origins. Kind of a snake-headed saurian hermaphrodite. Magic is still practiced in many forms, though technology has become far more prevalent. Religion mostly revolves around the old gods, but isn't widely practiced. Society's focus is primarily on learning and self-exploration...which is ironic considering what I'm about to do.
My jeans drop to the floor, discarded on the sandy carpet, with my black panties soon following. The purple Decepticon logo on my underwear looks up from the floor, as if indignant at being discarded. My cocoa-hued cock is already half-hard, hanging from the short sheath at the base, eager for some relief. Behind it, my pussy feels damp and tingly, and my nipples start to perk up as I pull off my AC/DC tee-shirt. My hands are free to slide up over my breasts now, fondling the B-cups, rubbing and kneading at them. I bite my lip as my cock springs up the rest of the way, bobbing slightly with my heartbeat, and I feel flushed under my tiny scales. My bed gives a little under me as I sit, hand moving down to start rubbing at the head of my dick, working over it with my fingers as I can't help but let out a very quiet moan.
By far, this is the best way to spend a Friday night. After laying back on the bed, I take my shaft in hand, starting to pull at it slowly...from the base to the head, making sure the latter bears the brunt of each pull, causing my toes to curl. "Oohh, shit...", the hushed words escaping my lips as I make love to myself, noone but me to hear them, with that and my heated breath the only sounds besides the steady rain. I start rubbing and pulling my cock with both hands, alternating, and then I use the left one to start fingering my pussy. The digits slip easily past my folds, as I'm wet inside from masturbating, my right hand continuing the slow, sensual pulls and tugs along my rigid shaft. I gasp as I peak rather suddenly, tucking my knees together as I hump into my hand slightly while squirting cum onto my breasts and belly, leaving several streaks of white spunk. I keep stroking for a bit, until my dick feels tingly and sensitive, and then I let it go soft.
I lay there for a while, marked by my own pleasure, a content smile on my face as my earfins take in the sound of the rain. After a few minutes of basking, I clean off the jizz with some tissues from the box by my bed, and get up to retrieve my panties. After slipping them back on, and grabbing my nightshirt from the dresser, sleep is starting to sound really good. I sit back down on the bed, take off what some might call "nerd glasses" (due to being somewhat big and round and kind of a high prescription), flick off the light, pull up the sheets, and settle in for what will hopefully be a good night's sleep.
The year is 1994. I recently got my first desktop computer (as in, it takes up the whole desktop), I just saw True Lies in the theatre last weekend, and I lamented the end of Star Trek: The Next Generation. After graduating high school, I haven't yet decided about college, so in the meantime I got a job and spend the rest of my time hanging with what few friends I have or jerking off. Curse of a strong sex drive, I suppose. I really liked the job I had in high school, back when I worked doing promo's for Nintendo's new "super" console. My current job...well...not so much. I work for a home improvement store with a tacky green logo, made all the better by the matching shirt I get to wear. Since they didn't want "some girl" doing any "man's work", I wound up doing inventory. It's not a bad job though, and I get to hang out in the office a lot, even if the counting can get a little tedious. Nothing much to tell really...the break room is just some tables, a snack machine, and a soda machine, and the office has several desks but only two computers. The big dox matrix printer sitting on top of one of them seems to run every fifteen minutes, churning out reams of data on orders and shrinkage. So goes my day, eight hours a day, four days a week.
My social life is pretty limited, much to my dismay and frustration. I'm definitely what people consider a "nerd", and I have all of five real friends. After my workday ends, I drive home in my generic little maroon-colored car, so that I can get ready for the highlight of my week...playing Dungeons & Dragons with my little circle of friends. Well, three of them anyways. After getting home, greetings with my parents are what they always are...brief and perfuctionatory. I never really have much to say to them, and they don't have much to say to me either. We're not exactly...close. But they leave me alone, so at least there's that. After closing my bedroom door, I'm all too eager to strip off that hideous green shirt, and I rummage my closet for something more appropriate...like one of my Nintendo tees. Much better. I lay it out on the bed, then pull off my jeans, bra and panties, adding them to the collection. Shower time.
I wrap up in my towel before leaving the bedroom, and walk over to the bathroom, closing the door. Besides the sink, toilet and shower stall, the only other thing in the upstairs bathroom is the little dresser on which I keep my boombox. Music makes showers better, after all, and I load a cassette into the deck to do just that. Pink Floyd, The Wall. I already feel more relaxed as I turn on and adjust the water, before stepping into the stall. My hair mats down instantly, sending water flowing down my back, the rest sheeting over my breasts and belly. Such a wonderful feeling. I'm sorely tempted to crank out a quickie, but it feels like too much effort right now, and so I just stand there with the water falling from my snout. Shampoo is applied to hair and body, avoiding any washing methods that might get me excited, and afterward I treat myself to a long rinse. The warm water is amazing, and by the time I turn off the shower and step out, I feel like I could just kind of float around the house. My towel is wrapped around me once more, I head back to my bedroom, and don my waiting clothes before scrubbing at my hair to dry it.
The drive isn't long, maybe thirty minutes, passing two parks and a lot of suburbs. Unlike my house, which is a full two-story, my friend Jason's house is a ranch with a half-story loft. I park on the street, walk up with my gaming bag in hand, and ring the doorbell. The skinny, black-haired human who answers the door smiles at me, I smile back, and then we share a hug.
"Flynn! Glad you could make it! C'mon in, and you totally need to see the new game that Deryk got. It's way cool", says the excited Jason, ushering me into his house. "You know I never miss a game night, JJ" I reply to my friend as he offers me a 'Dew, which I gladly accept. Jason always glances at my boobs when I come over, as do Deryk and Stephanie. Steph's a selkie, a sort of otter-like critter, and the poor girl is nearly flat. Makes my B-cups feel huge. Deryk is a raven/ocelot gryphon, and an even bigger nerd than me. I don't blame them for looking, as I'd do the same, and I do. Gods how I've practically drooled at some of the girls around town, growing those big perky breasts of theirs. I've spent a lot of time thinking about getting to grope them. So yeah, totally understandable.
Deryk is playing a game I don't recognize. "What th' heck is that?" I ask just before he eagerly replies "It's called Super Metroid, and it's sweeeeet!" He starts mashing buttons to zap some of the critters on the screen. "You're this bounty hunter, and he shoots aliens and shit. It's awesome." I watch the game fascinated as Jason chimes in with: "I heard she's a chick." Deryk glances back. "No fuckin' way!" Jason sips his Dew. "Heard it from Mike." "Mike's fulla shit", Deryk replies dismissively as he goes back to focusing on the game. I smile and soak up the comraderie. Yeah, these are my friends. Stephanie suddenly gets up with a purse-lipped look, and then explains "Pee emergency!" as she hoofs it to the bathroom with all due haste. Jason and I both grin, and then I flop myself into the couch. I drink my Dew, scarf some chips, and wait for Jason to finish setting up the D&D game for tonight.
Life is good.
I play a paladin in the game, Deryk is a ranger, and Stephanie is a thief/pyromancer. Fortunately, I'm not the annoying kind of paladin. More the butt-kicking kind. Combat goes well tonight, a welcome change from last week when we wound up running from angry ogres. The rest of the game involves solving a murder mystery, exploring a hidden temple, and further expanding on the romantic lesbian plotline between my character and Steph's. We started it several games ago partly to tease the boys, and party because...well, I don't think we're sure of that part yet. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about her in that way at least a few times. After game end, I put my dice away, and the general hanging out resumes. A little while later, Deryk is the first to leave for home. Steph about twenty minutes later, leaving Jason and I sitting alone on his couch, idly watching a rerun of Next Gen.
"Hey Flynn?" Jason looks over at me, with an oddly nervous/serious expression. "Yeah dude?", I respond, unsure of what to make of that look. It takes him a long time to reply, and when he does, he blurts out: "Can I touch your boobs?" At that moment, I think the rest of the house just kind of faded out. It was just me and Jason, and a loaded question. I have very little experience with sexual stuff. Does he? Do I want this? Well, yes, but is it just because I'm horny? Do I like him as more than a friend? I have no idea about any of it. I don't really know what to say or feel, so I just say "Okay."
Jason turns toward me, and I toward him. His first touches are awkward. He just kind of rubs and squeezes them though my shirt and bra a little, but even that is incredibly exciting. It also becomes obvious he's probably even more inexperienced that I am, and that's saying something. We both wind up popping an almost instant boner, however, and we both blush and chuckle when we notice. I keep trying to think of something to say, and Jason looks like he is too, but we're too awkward. So, I just sit there and enjoy having my boobs played with for almost an hour, making little noises that seemed to excite Jason more.
To say that I was almost painfully hard toward the end of that time is an understatement.
We're interrupted by his mother coming home then, and we immediately sit apart and pretend like we hadn't been doing anything, completely forgetting about the obvious bulges in our jeans. Ms. Thane looks us over for a moment, smiles, and dissappears into her bedroom. We both sigh and relax, figuring we got away with our fooling around, at least until she returns a minute later and - without so much as a word - hands Jason a box of condoms. I wish my mum was that cool. We both look super-embarassed, of course, but she just smiles and dissappears into her bedroom again. We sit there for a bit, still hard and excited, staring at the box. Finally Jason asks: "So...wanna try 'em out?"