Staring At The Clouds

Chapter Thirty Five- Masturbation

Chyna's POV

"What are you asking?" I asked as he leaned back.

"I'm asking my best friend to take her clothes off" he told me as he removed his shirt from his pants.

I touched the button of my blouse gently, Vincent's eyes fixed to my face. Is it even worth it to follow Mara's stupid advice.

"Maybe we shouldn't..."

"Go on, this is between you and I" he told me. I tried with my hair, my heart drumming in my chest.

"Vincent You said it yourself you need to Rest" I told him.

"Chyna just do as I say" I was told, my teeth bared. Oh my gosh, this was rather difficult.

I began with my pants, my underwear and bra being revealed to Vincent's eyes. I had never felt so nervous in my life as I looked into his eyes.

Eyes that did not leave my face unfortunately. I was never ashamed of my body until now.

What if my stomach was not as flat as he expected it to be? What if I was not as curvy as he imagine?

What if I was way too thin? Asian women were rather petite and men usually go for the big boned.

Her Paris was a curvy babe. Speaking of Paris why the hell am I doing this?

Vincent finally gazed at my body, well at least the parts he could see in silence. I said nothing as my nerves took control and covered my underwear and bra.

He shook his head at me and my hold only tightened.

"Have you ever tried touching yourself before?" He asked and I shook my head vigorously.

Nope. Necer. Not more than I needed to.

"Well then, here goes your first time doing it" he told me and I stared in a wild manner.

"While you watch me?!" I almost yelled and he nodded.

"Well I can't touch you through the phone now can I?" He carried on.

"But I will be touching myself..."

"While I watch you" he told me and I sat on the bed while I ran my fingers through my hair. I touched the waist band of my underwear, my eyes on the man before me.

"How will this help me with my first time with a man?" I asked.

"It helps, I'm not there to guide you so this is the best I can give" he told me and I licked my lips.

Okay then, here goes.

I placed my hand down there and I felt rather odd that Vincent was watching me do it. His face was strict, his hand on his knee where he tapped his knee cup.

"Go on, pretend as though I'm the one touching you" he encouraged as I closed my eyes.

"I can't" I told him truthfully, my fingers stroking my most sensitive area. My hips moved slightly but not inna vulgar manner.

Spreading my legs I placed a finger inside myself only to feel that this was actually quite pleasing. All this really relieved on was imagination.

"Ah" Vincent looked at me and when I saw a bulge forming in his pants I knew that I was able to do this.

I was turning his switch on.

"Nice and easy" he coached and I mentioned a steady penetration just as he instructed. I groaned, my teeth going down rather hard on my lower lip.

"I can't do this" I moaned, my moisture building by the minute and Vincent gripped his erection. I threw my head back, on leg on the bed while the other was off.

"I feel wet..." I panicked and he only smiled.

"That's because you are aroused" he told me truthfully, his hands massaging his erection rather roughly.

"Ah...This is overwhelming" I told my friend who groaned in response.

"Take the underwear off too" he told me firmly and I stared wide eyed.

"I'll be bare to you if I do that" I told him as I sunk my toes to the sheets, my eyes now open.

"Chyna, why won't you trust me?" He asked and got rid of the garment like he requested. His eyes fell between my legs, Vincent mumbling the word 'fuck' in a sex thirsty tone.

Ugh, why must he sound so sexy?

His legs were wide, his zipper sounding as he played with himself. My free hand covered my mouth as a odd feeling developed and I could see where my friend closed his eyes.

"I can just remember how you feel" he mumbled and my mind went to the day we were at the stoplight. The day he touched me.

Oh god.

A shiver filled me, Vincent jerking his erection through his undone zipper. My moisture pooled, my legs slightly numb when I screamed into the palm of my hand.

Moisture was now on the covers and I was lying on my back, my eyes on Vincent. That was feeling I would never forget.

"What...what's happened?" I asked and he presented me with bad posture as he gazes at me.

"You had an orgasm" he told me and I stared at the ceiling. Somehow I feared the fact that I was no longer a little girl but now a woman.

A rather short chapter ;( My apologies ;(