Xmas Eve Masturbation Memory
By Earl Flen, December 2015
Christmas Eve always brings back my favorite masturbation memory.
So long ago. 1964. I was 19.
My first real love Bett and I had gotten back together a few weeks earlier after a breakup when I’d first entered college. Sitting on her couch late Christmas Eve with just the lights of the tree on. Her parents had gone to bed. By now Bett and I were very accomplished “heavy petters”. (We were a little behind the curve, folks, I admit; in those days we weren’t courageous enough to fuck yet. You didn’t fuck until you were at least engaged to be engaged we thought. ) We had been ‘necking’ that night for a good half an hour. It was kind of romantically perfect in the low light and the soft Christmas music. I still remember her kisses as probably the best that ever were.
We had gotten to that stage where the French kisses were long and very passionate, we were breathing hard. I had already gotten the top of her dress open and had been indulging in her favorite play: I kissed and sucked her nipples in between French kisses while she held my head to her chest and guided me from one breast to the other – the girl was in charge of just how far a guy could go, at least that was the way it was for me and other “nice” boys. From there she would give me some body signal to begin sliding my hand up under her skirt for that long slow advance to her pussy.
We had done this so often in the car or on the beach or a dozen other places, but this was the first time we had been daring enough to do it in her house with her parents at home. Her legs would open wider and wider. I would rub her crotch through her panties as I kissed her tits. Then at just the right moment she began tugging one side of her panties down while I pulled on the other. She lifted up just enough so that we could pull them down to her knees. Then came that wonderful moment when I began exploring her naked pussy with my hand and finally slowly penetrating her with my middle finger. Her bush was thick and sexy and she always got very wet. I loved the “slishy” sound my fingers made in her juices. She loved me doing this so much, for a long time it had been the highlight of our heavy petting sessions. In our long teen-age phone calls she admitted that she adored it when I began finger-fucking her. By now I was very skilled at masturbating her. She would tell me over the phone how thrilling it was. As a team, we were expert at getting her off; we knew just the rhythms and motions to make her orgasm. I was content to just enjoy how hard it made me to do this to her.
Weeks before, Bett had begun to wonder how I climaxed, and she had heard about “blue balls. I had told her in one of our phone conversations that I either got so excited I came in my pants or that as soon as I got home I would masturbate while sniffing my finger … which had her juices all over them. She had said over the phone that she wished she could be there when I jacked off. That led to her recently getting up the courage to explore my crotch too when we “made out”. She hadn’t quite gotten to the point of masturbating me and making me cum, that would have been pretty daring for her. But in the last few weeks she had brazenly learned to take my dick out of my pants and finger it, squeeze it and fondle it all over, even including feeling my balls. She enjoyed the way it made me finger-fuck her even faster while she touched me. We had both learned words like “mutual masturbation”, “petting to climax”, and “dry humping” which we had done several times with our underwear on.
Tonight, Christmas Eve, was the culmination of all the building up we had done since we had gotten back together. Bett had hurried us to the point where I was masturbating her very sensuously; and as normal as she could make it seem she was quick to tease down my zipper and find my hard cock in my pants. I was amazed at her, since she had been so cautious every time we had made out in her living room. I was thrilled. Bett was excited too. Her parents were just down the hall! We could get caught! But my cock felt so good as she pulled it out. For the first time Bett began stroking it in the same rhythm she was feeling between her thighs. I lovingly masturbated her pussy with two fingers (a new and very welcome treat for her). I didn’t care if I got caught, she was masturbating me! Her fingers circled around my shaft — and while she wasn’t perfect at it yet, she was stroking me very well!
There we were, on her couch, half laying down as we masturbated each other. She was sighing and whispering in my ear between kisses, breathing rapidly and gently bouncing her ass as my fingers went in and out of her pussy. I was fucking my dick into her fingers and not stopping! I kept moving my mouth away from hers to suck her nipples as we stimulated each other. The scent of her pussy was amazing, joined by the aroma of the Christmas tree. The low light from the tree and the Christmas music from the stereo made the whole scenario one I will remember forever. I don’t remember what I said, I don’t know if I actually said anything or just groaned. But for the first time I came in Bett’s hand. My fingers were buried deep in her vagina and she was already about to cum when I spurted. It squirted all over the bottom of her dress, but she didn’t even notice. It was so exciting!
We lay there after she orgasmed and just kissed and kissed. She didn’t want to take her fingers away from my dick, even though it was deflating. I could feel some of my sperm still oozing out of the tip of my penis and onto her fingers. She seemed to love that too. I kept my fingers in her pussy – she usually wanted me to take them out after she came – and pressed my palm softly against her clit. A week or so earlier I had discovered how her clit was so important.
From somewhere down the hallway her mother called out that we should say goodnight. I have always had the suspicion that her mom had been aware of exactly how far we had gone and she was kind enough to let us climax before she sent me home. (I’ll never know.) We sat up, straightened our clothes, put ourselves together and had several more kisses as we told each other “Merry Christmas”. Then I went out the door. I drove to my house sniffing my pussy-juice coated fingers and feeling dazed in amazement that my girlfriend had actually masturbated me and made me cum! In bed, I just had to masturbate some more as I replayed the memory in my head of what we had just done together.
Late nights now as I turn off the Christmas lights and head for bed with the scent of the pine tree in my nose, I always flash on this wonderful masturbation memory. Best Christmas Eve ever!
Merry Christmas, y’all.