Beyond Education [Jemily]

Teamwork

(brief) mature content! masturbation, dirty talk

We said bye to the group and walked back to Jon Ed, quick like bunnies.

"My room or yours?" Emily asked me as we walked into our residence hall.

"Is Tara home?"

"No idea."

"Then mine. At least we know where Penelope is." She nodded and took my hand to lead the way. I hurriedly opened the door to my room as Emily growled from behind me and ran her hands all over my body. I whispered, "Be patient, baby."

"Patience is for prudes." I got the door open but it was quickly shut again behind us as we stumbled into the room in a lip lock. My mouth swallowed all the low moans and groans that left Emily's lips as we struggled to make our way to my bed. After what felt like hours, I felt the edge of my bed brush against me. I turned around and let Emily push me onto the mattress so she could get on top.

Our shirts had already been removed at this point as well as my pants, so the only thing left to go were Emily's bottoms. She tore her pants off and tossed them somewhere, revealing her boxers. I bit my lips and reached down to cup her through the thin material, feeling her semi-hard cock. Or, not even semi-hard actually— it was still soft. I scrunched my brows and asked her, "Babe are you not ready yet?"

Emily groaned, "Mmm not yet... J-Just give me a minute." Her hand traveled under the band of her boxers to stroke her cock and get it hard. Frustrated pants left her mouth as she was unsuccessful so far in the task. She stammered, "I-I uh... I don't know what's going on."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah this uh, this has never happened before though... It's just not... it's not getting hard."

"Was it the alcohol?"

"M-Maybe... But that's never been a problem before." She took her hand out of her boxers and collapsed next to me, breathing hard. She shook her head and admitted in embarrassment, "Not gonna happen."

"Is it me?"

"No, Jayje, no it's definitely not you."

I leaned up on one elbow and suggested, "Wanna see my boobs? That worked really fast last time."

She grunted, "Yeah... Sure," and removed her boxers as I unhooked my bra. I sat up in front of her and watched as she stroked her cock and kept her eyes glued to my chest, hoping something would kick in down there. After a few seconds, she stopped and sighed, "I-I can't... I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on."

I rubbed over her shoulder and comforted, "It's all right, Em, it happens."

"It doesn't though. And it's... embarrassing. Sorry."

"Don't be embarrassed, it's okay."

She wondered in frustration, "What's 'okay' about a soft dick? What good does it do?"

"We'll try again later, Em, don't worry." I laid down next to her and cuddled into her side. We sat in silence for a couple minutes until I started to snicker.

Emily looked down at me and asked, "What is it?"

I giggled, "Can I... Can I touch it?"

"It's soft, whatdya wanna touch it for?"

"Because."

She leaned back and gave in, "I mean... sure. Maybe you'll actually do something for it, we'll see."

I reached down and poked it with one finger before chuckling, "It's so squishy!"

"Again: soft."