I dropped my backpack on the empty desk in Jane and Britney's dorm room. Britney never used it. She was always out whoring around all over campus.
"Do you have a lot of studying to do tonight?" asked Jane. She was standing across the room from me in her usual study outfit: a long floppy t-shirt, shorts, and her sexy librarian glasses. She was barefoot, and her toenails were as bright red as her fingernails. Her long, thick brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
I looked at the backpack. "About three hours worth," I estimated. "Not too much."
"Great!" said Jane, and clapped her hands. "I was hoping we'd have time to play Semen Says tonight."
Jane and I were beat-off buddies. We got together several times a week to masturbate together. We never had sex, or even touched each other, because we are both involved in deeply committed relationships with other people. Unfortunately, our significant others attend different colleges, far away, so our only sexual outlet was self-gratification. But when we do it together, it is much less lonely.
"That sounds good to me," I said. "Do you want to go first or second?"
Semen Says is one of our standard beat-off games. It takes longer than most of our other methods because we jerk off one at a time instead of together. The one not jerking off tells the other one exactly what to do. The jerker must do everything they are told and nothing else. After the first person comes, the roles reverse.
"Odds or evens?" Jane asked and held up a fist. "Winner goes first."
"Evens," I said and raised my fist as well. We pumped them once, twice, thrice, then splayed out our fingers. I held out two. She held out one.
"I go first," she said and whipped her t-shirt off over her head. She gave her hips a wiggle, and her shorts fell to the floor. She kicked them across the room to join her shirt. She took off her glasses and put them on her desk. Her tall, slender, naked body was glorious.
"I should really go first," I said, staring at her pert boobs, her clean-shaven pussy, and her creamy flawless skin. "I haven't had time to think up any ideas, and you've been thinking about this all day, I'll bet."
"No way, you lost the choosies," she said, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. Man, she really wanted to come, I thought!
"Oh, all right," I grumbled. "Okay, Semen Says, massage your boobs for a few minutes while I think about some commands for you."
"Yeah!" she said and wrapped her long slender fingers over her small, luscious mounds of boob-flesh. Her bright red fingernails contrasted nicely with the smooth tanned skin of her breasts. She gently massaged them while throwing her head back and moaning slightly in her throat. Yeah, like I'm supposed to think while watching that! I forced my mind to try to come up with some interesting commands. After a short while, I had a few ideas.
"Okay, Semen Says to lie on your back and pull your knees up to your ears," I commanded. Jane hopped to it, quickly lying back on the small dorm bed and raising her legs. Soon her knees were nearly at her ears, her slender feet and sexy toes pointing at the ceiling. Her pussy and ass, of course, were perfectly exposed to my gaze, just how I wanted them. "Now start rubbing around your pussy lips. Not inside! Just around the outside for a while. I want to see you get good and horny."
"I'm already horny!" she complained but did as she was told. She made a fork of the first two fingers of her right hand and began rubbing them up and down just outside her pussy. I watched, fascinated, as her lips started to slowly swell and puff up. A tiny bit of moisture began to glisten in her crack as her pussy became wetter and wetter at her own tender touch.
After several minutes, she wanted more. "Can I go inside yet?" she whined.
"No, Semen Says has not given you permission!" I said sharply. "And pinch your nipples with your other hand." She complied, and her moaning increased. I kept a close eye on her pussy, and before long, the lips began to part. "Now," I said. "Now you can slip one finger into your pussy. Semen Says to keep rubbing it up and down vertically."
Jane did as she was told; her long middle finger went deep into her pussy, parting the lips and plunging down to the last knuckle. Her moans rose to the level of a wail. Her finger went in and out as well as up and down the length of her slit. Technically, this was a violation, as I had not authorized an in-and-out motion, but it was so damn erotic that I let it slide.
"Oh, Donny," she moaned. "Oh, it feels so good, my pussy is so wet, and I am so damn horny!" She knew that she could not bring herself to orgasm without permission, but she was making the most of what she could do. "Mmm, my pussy is on fire, Donny!" Her finger flew up and down faster and faster.
"Freeze!" I commanded. She stopped her motions immediately and looked up at me in panic. "Semen Says that you are not to move a muscle until you recite the names of the Seven Dwarfs."
"What?" she said. "What the fuck kind of a command is that?"
"I want you to cool down a bit. You are going too fast," I said. "Dwarfs. All seven."
"Oh, shit," she said. "Ummm, Sneezy and Happy and Dopey,and Doc and Happy, and.... "
"You said Happy twice."
"Oh, fuck," she panted, her middle finger still frozen motionless in her juicy snatch. "Ummm, Sneezy Happy Dopey, Doc and... oh! Sleepy and Grumpy!"
"That's six," I pointed out needlessly. "One more and you can start frigging yourself again."
"Damn you!" she said. Her finger twitched. She wanted desperately to get herself off, but she would never violate the rules. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow. Then her eyes lit up. "Bashful!" she yelled triumphantly.
"Very good!" I said. Truth be told, I couldn't think of the seventh one either. I'm glad she did! "Semen Says to resume stroking your pussy, and rub your clit with your other hand."
She instantly started poking and stroking her honey pot again and brought her other hand down as well. Her index finger landed firmly on her clit, sticking out proudly from the top of her pussy, and started rubbing it for all she was worth. Her head was again thrown back, and she was moaning and wailing in pleasure.
"Semen Says to put two fingers in your pussy," I commanded. She complied, and her wails got louder still.
"Oh, Donny, oh, Donny, oh, Donny, it is so good!" Sweat was breaking out on her forehead, and I could hear the sloshing sound of her pussy juices around her fingers.
"Semen Says three fingers!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed, jamming three digits deep into her snatch, sawing back and forth like crazy. All the while, her other hand was a blur on her clit. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was biting her lower lip.
I contemplated making her stop again, thinking it would ultimately prolong and enhance her orgasm. But I decided that would be too cruel. Besides, I was getting so turned on that I didn't want to wait much longer for my own turn. "Semen Says to make yourself come!" I commanded.
That was all she needed to hear. She lowered her knees from her head and placed her feet flat on the bed. She clamped her legs together, her thighs trapping her hands on her genitals, and rubbed and stroked for all that she was worth. Before long, she was grunting and screaming and yelling in pleasure, as wave after wave of ecstasy rocked her orgasm from her head to her sexy, painted toes. Then, she rolled over onto her side and lay, shuddering, for several minutes, savoring the afterglow.
I stared at her beautiful, naked body, curled up in a fetal position with her hands clamped between her glorious thighs. Her brow was covered with sweat and her eyes were clamped shut, but she was still the most beautiful thing I could imagine. Gradually, her muscles relaxed and she unfolded herself. She stood up.
"Donny, that was awesome!" she said. "You do a great Semen Says, as always!"
"Thank you," I said.