Tales of Mutual Masturbation *Closed*

[mytasteislikecandy]

This will be a closed thread for WickedEyes and myself. It's a spin off of my "Masturbation Diaries", and we hope you enjoy.


Olivia Cruz, 21, Hispanic
5'5, 135 lbs, curvy with a slender waist, full C breasts, and a firm ass.
Back length black hair, dark dark brown eyes, long lashes, great lips.
A virgin, brought up by her strict mother, no father. She attends the local college for Interior Design, and has her eyes and mind set on the goals in front of her. Until she meets *him* that is.

IC:

Hurrying to my next class, Psychology 201, I couldn't believe I was running so behind. First, my alarm hadn't gone off. Then, my stupid roommated had borrowed the skirt I'd laid out for my busy day, so I'd had to scramble to find something else. I had a speech to give, and the skirt had been perfect. But now I was clad in black slacks, a pale pink silk blouse, and my black blazer. My pink slingback shoes were causing me trouble as I practically ran across the quad. My Psych professor had told me if I was late again, he'd take a letter grade from me. So here I was, clutching my purse, backpack, struggling against the wind and my stupid heels just to keep my B average intact. I couldn't sink below that or there went the scholarship I'd worked so hard to earn.

As I started across the grass toward the building, I tripped over the legs of someone sprawled under a tree. My bags went flying, my heel slipped off, and I fell to my knees, barely catching myself on my hands.

"God dammit!" I yelled, turning angrily around to confront the person responsible for my fall. "Don't you realize we have fucking benches for a reason?"

 

[WickedEyes]

John de Barron, 27, Caucasion
5'9 200 lbs, works out at the gym and is in good shape - still trying to get the motivation to build his muscles up. He has a flat stomach, but again is working on building up his abs.
He has long hair, ebony black, pulled into a ponytail. Long enough that it would be a little bellow shoulder length when not pulled back. Dark brown eyes, so dark that they look black.
Also a virgin - he was a perfectionist when it came to certain things, and he was always looking for the 'right woman' rather then 'the woman right now' - little did he know that she would trip her way over him on a college campus. He had already graduated, but sometimes liked to come rest on the lawn.

IC:

I blinked, trying to get my bearings. I was trying to master a new language, Hindi, and was lost in learning the letters when I felt something hit my shin hard. I had a leather jacket but it was tossed on the ground, and I wore a simple pair of blue jeans and a tight white undershirt.

I almost yelped, but instead lowered the book a frown on my face. I found myself staring at the most attractice spanish girl I had seen in a while. She wasn't a super-model, but for some reason I found myself begining to smile.

"God Dammit!" She screamed at me. "Don't you realize we have fucking benches for a reason?"

"Uh..." I stumbled for words, still trying to disconnect from my book.

"Hola." I said for a lack of anything better, before realizing I probably sounded like an ass. I tried to recover. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't see you. I was reading this book."

I pointed down to my "Learn Hindi in 30 days" book.

Before she could reply, I noticed she had scraped her knees as she fell and I looked up from her legs (I couldn't help but stare at her!) and looked concenered. "Are you ok?"

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Olivia:

"Yes, I'm fine. No thanks to you. Dammit, now I'm late, and my grade just dropped a letter. Thanks a lot, Mister. Shit." I began to tear up, but I hastily wiped away my tears before they fell. I gathered up my bag and purse, then stood shakily.

He looked older, and the book he had been reading caught my eye. "Hindi? Why would you want to learn that?" I frowned, brushing the grass off my pants. These were now ruined, I decided, sighing at the sight of a small tear in both knees. Fuck, might as well not even go to class. The grade is already gone.

I stood staring at him, bags slung over my shoulder, one hip jutting out, hand resting on it. "Well? Why? You might as well tell me, since it's your fault my professor is going to give me a C for missing class. Damn, now I have to work harder to get my scholarship back. You've sure made a mess for me Mister."

 

[WickedEyes]

"Call me John. Ok... you don't have to, but I don't really like the sound of mister. And... I'm sorry. Come on, do you think I intentionally tripped you up? My feet weren't even that far out!" The last bit I added in haste before realizing I wasn't quite sure how far out they were... its not like anyone had tripped over them like that before.

"As for the book," I said, gesturing at the Hindi book, "I like languages. Been meaning to learn a few for a while now, decided now was as good a time as any! Though... I sorta want to learn spanish now." I chuckled as I continued to look at her, still lying down and staring up at her.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Olivia:

I arched on eyebrow at him and shook my head. "Of course you do. But there's no need really. Even I don't know Spanish. My parents wanted to become "American" and never taught me, nor allowed me to study it in school. This way, I'm an "All American Girl". Kind of sucks, but, hey, whatever. Anyway, I have to go change now, and bandage my knees. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

I started back the way I'd come, deciding just to forget about class and go to my dorm and change. Then I'd go to my professor later and explain the situation, beg for either another chance or extra credit. God, what a day!

 

[WickedEyes]

I watched her get up and start to leave... often in the past I would run into some girl I'd find attractive, and not say anything. I knew I'd probably never see her again, even if we lived in the same city. I decided to try something new.

"Hey." I called out to her as she started to walk off.