Christines Advice

They had been together for a little over three years. She was his best friend, and he was hers. They were deeply in love and the sex, although infrequent as it used to be, was still considered "good" by both parties. With their hectic work schedules and the other responsibilities of adult life, sex often took a back seat to other day to day distractions. It wasn't that they stopped wanting sex, but that it sometimes seemed that there just wasn't enough time in a day.

Gradually, after being together for three years, sex had become less and less frequent and less and less spontaneous. They accepted the decline as an unfortunate, but seemingly natural thing that happens to many couples in long term relationships. It wasn't until the morning that she caught him masturbating in the shower one Saturday afternoon that they were forced to confront the all too real ramifications of their dwindling sex life.

Both of them always showered with the door open as the hot water made the bathroom far too steamy. Liz was making breakfast in the kitchen of their apartment when she remembered she forgot to ask Jeremy what he wanted in his omelet. She walked purposefully towards the bathroom, but stopped just outside the door when she heard a faint groan from the shower within. She stopped moving and her breath caught in her throat. "He isn't, he couldn't be doing that" she thought. But when she heard another moan, the realization hit her hard and quick. Jeremy was masturbating. Before she knew what she was doing, she tore open the shower curtain in a potent mix of anger and sadness.

Her boyfriend Jeremy had his eyes closed and is head back. Water from the showerhead was streaming over his erect penis while his hand furiously pumped up and down the shaft. Hearing the curtain quickly open startled him, but it wasn't enough to stop what was already inevitable. Past the point of no return, he shouted in surprise at the intrusion and turned instinctively towards her. At the same time, his hips bucked forward and his eyes closed as he launched an arc of cum across her chest splattering on her pajamas and the nearby shower curtain.

"Jeremy what are you doing! I cannot believe this is happening" she stammered as he struggled in the shower to regain any semblance of composure.

"What do you think I am doing Liz? Were you spying on me or something? Just leave me alone." He responded, quickly taking the defensive as he yanked the shower curtain closed.

"First of all I am not spying on you. I came in to ask you what you wanted in your omelet. If I had known you were busy in there doing that, I wouldn't have come anywhere near you. Why didn't you shut the door? Why were you masturbating in the first place?", Liz asked with a hint of disgust in her voice.

She bombarded him with questions clearly disappointed by the whole incident. She sounded so clinical and so disgusted with him that his embarrassment was rapidly combining with a horrible feeling of guilt that left him feeling like a complete and utter asshole. Even with the shower curtain closed, he could feel her eyes searching for answers.

After a painful silence for a moment or two, it quickly became evident that she was in no way going to leave him alone right now. Since he was trapped quite literally in the shower with no means of escape other than what he knew was going to be an uncomfortable conversation, he started the only way that made sense given the current circumstances.

"I'm sorry" Jeremy said opening the curtain "but we haven't had sex in a long time. Just because you aren't interested in sex anymore, doesn't mean that I've stopped wanting it."

"What?" She asked surprised. "You think I'm not interested in sex? You think that you're the only one who gets horny around here!" "I may not be as horny as you, but I still want sex" Liz said clearly irritated.

They then proceeded to have a long conversation about their waning sex life. At times they argued, at times they were upset by what was brought to the surface, but in the end, they realized they needed to make some changes. They needed to find a way to get back to the way things were when they first met, the way things used to be.

There was a time when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. In college, with little privacy to be found they had to be resourceful if they wanted to get off. They would pleasure each other under blankets in common areas, have quick oral sex while roommates slept, or fuck quickly before their roommates would get back from class. Back then there wasn't time for much more than that, but they were still able to keep things hot and steamy between them. Now they had all the privacy and time they could want, but things had fizzled. They both agreed that they needed to get the romance and passion back into their relationship.

At work the next day Liz couldn't stop thinking about the conversation she had with Jeremy the day before. On the one hand, she loved that they finally talked about an issue that was definitely taking its toll on their relationship. On the other hand, she felt dissatisfied with their lack of a clear cut solution. During her lunch break at the office Liz approached her closest friend and co-worker Christine. She told her what happened this weekend and begged for advice.

"It's not uncommon you know. I catch Rick jerking off all the time", Christine said trying her best to reassure Liz. "I once even caught him rubbing one off with an expensive pair of my panties. I was a little pissed that he might wreck them or at least stretch them out, but I got to tell you, it kind of turned me on."

"Really? Liz asked. "I guess I never thought that guys masturbating was a turn on. It always grossed me out."

"Well you admitted you haven't been putting out right? Either you tend to your man's needs or he'll tend to them on his own, or even worse find someone else to tend to them." Christine remarked with eyebrows raised while her head nodded. "Plus in all honesty part of me likes the idea of Rick thinking about me while he jerks off. I mean that means I'm his fantasy right?"

"I guess I never thought of it like that. Christine what am I going to do? What would you do if you were me?" Liz pleaded.

"I don't have all the answers but I think I might know of something that might help. Let me go home real quick. I think I might have just what you need." Christine said leaving their office break room promptly.

Liz finished what was left of her lunch and tried to get back to work. She was unable to focus and didn't get much done. Just before it was time to leave, Christine popped into her cubicle to say goodnight and drop off what Liz was now thinking of as her salvation. Christine handed her a small canvas tote bag and Liz immediately looked inside.

"What is it? It's a book? You've got to be kidding me!" Liz remarked.

"No it's not just a book. It's a part of the book, the part I bookmarked. Just try it okay. I did and believe me, Rick was more than appreciative." Liz looked at the book. She was a little disappointed that it wasn't something more profound. Staring in the bag, she heard Christine say in her sing-song voice, "Enjoy!" as she left their office.

When Liz got home from work she quickly took off her coat, threw her purse on the coach and headed to their bedroom to examine the book. Taking it out, it looked like another one of those stupid sex guides that bookstores always seem to have in the clearance section. She looked through some of the predictable glossy photographs depicting various sex positions from those deemed traditional to some that could only be described as acrobatic. It only took a few moments before she got frustrated and ended up throwing the book underneath the bed.

It wasn't until later that evening when Jeremy had left to meet some friends at a pub downtown that Liz remembered what Christine had told her about the bookmark. She retrieved the book from its hiding spot under the bed and flipped it open to the sticky note that Christine had left to mark the page.

Christine left a note saying: "Good luck! This really worked for me and Rick. I know it sounds corny, but if you try it and really do what it says, I think you'll be surprised."

Liz devoured each word on the page reading and re-reading it over and over again. She had to admit, what the book suggested turned her on. The only question was would she really go through with it? She knew if she waited she would put it off and it would probably never happen. She also knew she couldn't take another day of feeling like she was in a passionless relationship. With a couple of hours to kill before Jeremy would be back, she decided to put the books suggestions into action.

Liz took a long hot shower, shaved her legs, and began to shave her bikini line. With their problems in the bedroom, she hadn't given herself a thorough shave or wax in a long time. Unfortunately, because of time constraints, waxing would have to wait for now. Working the sharp razor, she slowly began whittling her pubic hair down, shaving first one side and then the other paying extra attention not to nick the sensitive lips of her pussy. When she got to the point where she usually stopped shaving, she used the mirror to check her work. Still unsatisfied with the appearance, she let the razor glide into previously uncharted territory.

After shaving and trimming things up a bit, she decided she didn't like how it looked and began to take more off. Working the sharp razor, she slowly took more and more off. Pretty soon there was so little left that she ended up shaving everything off leaving her pussy completely bald. She had never done this before and was excited thinking about how Jeremy might react to her silky smooth snatch. Liz couldn't help thinking that if she was going to put on a show like the kind the book suggested, she ought to at least feel comfortable and confident about the parts she would be showing off.

Liz finished showering dried her hair, dressed, and got things setup and organized for what she was hoping would be a very memorable evening. Jeremy would be home soon and she was nervous, very nervous.

The book Christine had given her had suggested something that was normally way outside of Liz's comfort zone. She just hoped that she could go through with this and that Jeremy would like it as much as Christine and her book seemed to suggest he would.

Jeremy was having a great time out with his friends. He spent his evening at one of his favorite places to grab a beer and a bite to eat, Callahan's Pub. With the combination of good food, great beer, and the game being on, he was having a good evening. Slightly buzzed from the microbrews he had been drinking all night, he left Callahan's a little early wanting to avoid a phone call from Liz asking when he was coming home. He'd thought a lot about their conversation the other day and was still trying to get over the embarrassment of what happened. He didn't know what he could do to fix things and thought he might talk to Liz about things again tonight.

When Jeremy got home he unlocked the door to their apartment and walked in expecting to see the usual. He was surprised to see that all the lights, which were usually on, were out and Liz was nowhere to be seen. He kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to their living room expecting to see her curled up on the couch watching their television. Again he was wrong. For a few moments, he entertained the thought that he might be home alone and was curious as to where Liz would have gone this time of night. Then he thought he heard her stirring in the bedroom and headed towards it. About halfway there he noticed the light spilling out from underneath their bedroom door and he knew he'd found her, but nothing could prepare him for what he would see when he opened that door.

Jeremy opened the door saying "Liz why are all the lights off? Listen, we really..."

"Hi honey I've been waiting for you to get home." Liz stated in a seductive tone that caught him completely off guard.

Jeremy finished his sentence trailing off, "...need to talk." "Wait a minute. What's going on?" Jeremy asked more than a little rattled by what he was seeing.

The room was lit solely by candlelight. It looked like Liz had taken every candle they owned and put them all in their bedroom. He even thought he could detect a combination of various scented candles in the room, but was surprised that the smells complemented each other nicely. The candles were nice, but they didn't even remotely command his attention when compared to Liz. She was on their bed in an incredibly sexy black satin baby doll. As his eyes hungrily took in the scene, Liz shifted and gestured to the chair with her foot giving him ample time to notice the lace trim on the babydoll she was wearing as well as a peek at what looked to be a matching black satin and lace thong.

"I know Jeremy and we will talk, but right now I need you to have a seat and relax" Liz asked.

Jeremy walked over to the chair at the foot of their bed and sat down. His eyes never left her body and Liz felt a growing excitement from his burning attention on her body. It was now or never she thought to herself and mustered up her courage for what she was about to do.

"I've had a lot of time to think about our discussion and what happened the other day" Liz said as she languidly slid her hands from her thighs to up her stomach, before gently circling on her breasts with just her fingertips. "I'm over what happened the other day. In fact I don't care if you masturbate, as long as it's not interfering with our sex life. I was thinking that since I got to watch you masturbate the other day, I thought it was only fair to let you have a chance to see me." Liz made sure to make eye contact with him the whole time she said this. "Is that okay with you?" She asked with brows raised.

Jeremy was so shocked by the turn of events he barely heard her ask the question. "Are you kidding me? I have fantasized about this since I met you. I just can't believe you're doing this. It's just not like you"

"So you're saying you want me to stop" she said in a serious tone while gliding one hand lightly across the top of her black satin thong before running it between her legs.

"No! No way! Whatever you do, don't stop." Jeremy pleaded.

"Then here are the rules. No more talking. You sit. You watch. Understand?" Liz asked pretending to be more calm and confident than she was feeling at the moment.

Jeremy shook his head indicating yes and sat back into the chair as if to further signal his desire for her to continue. He watched as Liz ran her fingers delicately over her smooth white skin, over the satin babydoll stretched tight across her breasts, all while making eye contact with him. Ever so slowly, she slid her hands down her body in a sinuous manner until there could be no mistaking her intent. He gasped as she spread her legs wide and gave him the first completely unobstructed view of her black satin thong covered pussy. His eyes honed in on the visibly damp spot beginning to spread through her panties and when he met her eyes again, he saw a desire in them that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Liz couldn't believe how horny she was getting. By this point she had completely abandoned her fears and was really beginning to enjoy herself. She loved how turned on she was making Jeremy and could already see a formidable bulge in his jeans. She loved him watching her. It was so wrong, so unlike her, so hot. Touching herself over the satin of her panties, she was surprised by how wet she was. The panties felt hot and wet to the touch and she let out a little moan as she gently rubbed herself.

Jeremy was completely fixated on her every move. Liz was starting to focus more on rubbing the area covered by her panties and the wet spot, along with his erection, was growing by the minute. Liz then closed her legs and looked into his eyes before sliding her babydoll halfway up her stomach and pulling her panties off once and for all.

Jeremy couldn't believe his eyes. She had shaved everything. She had spread her legs again and was back to slowly gliding her fingers over her pussy. Her beautiful hairless lips were open with arousal and for a second he thought he might cum in his pants right there and then. He let out a breath of air he must have been holding in for awhile and when his eyes met hers this time there was a slight smile on her face.

"Now I'm going to cum for you" Liz said confidently in a voice that betrayed her arousal. "This is what I like to do when you're not around."

She dipped and rubbed three fingers from her left hand in her dripping pussy to get them wet and began to work her clit slowly in a circular motion. She couldn't remember the last time she was this horny and it felt so good. She knew she wouldn't last very long if she went any faster. Feeling especially naughty, she met Jeremy eyes again and let out a moan before bringing her hand back up to her mouth to taste herself. Jeremy sighed and shifted in the chair and she noticed his straining erection threatening to pop through his jeans.

"Take your pants off I want to see how much you like what you see" she demanded huskily. He obeyed without a word, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them and his boxers off freeing his raging hard-on. The sight of his cock standing at attention combined with the sweet sliding of her fingers on her clit were almost too much for her to handle. She continued working her clit while moving her right hand off her breast and down her body to slide two fingers into her yearning wetness. This was her favorite way to cum. It wouldn't be long now. She could feel the tell tale signs. Her body was starting to clench and she was starting to moan regularly with pleasure.

Jeremy was in agony. Having to watch the woman he loved masturbate in front of him was proving to be more difficult than he ever would have imagined. Forced to stay in the chair without making a sound, he couldn't do anything but watch her writhing on the bed. It took all his power and concentration just to keep him from jumping on her right there and then. His cock was dripping pre-cum and he couldn't remember the last time he was so hard. Watching her slip two of her fingers in her pussy was too much for him. Transfixed on the scene in front of him, without realizing what he was doing, he began to jerk off. He unconsciously matched the rhythm of her fingers, his eyes glued to her pussy.

Liz's eyes were closed and her hands were moving much faster now. No longer employing the delicate glides and tickles she used before, she was now furiously rubbing her clit and finger fucking her cunt hastily. Her eyes, no longer open, were clenched tight and her mouth was gaped allowing her moans and gasps to escape with increasing frequency. She abandoned herself to the pleasure feeling her body tensing in delicious pleasure, tighter and tighter until there was no other option than release.

Jeremy watched in fascination as her head and shoulders lifted off the bed and her stomach muscles began to tense and release. Her fingers continued their work as her hips started to rock, humping her hands, and her toes curled into the bedspread.

"Oh...God, I'm cumming" Liz gasped. Jeremy watched as the outer lips of her pussy and her asshole clenched rhythmically and felt himself losing control. His head dropped to the back of his chair and his hips thrust forward involuntarily as he shot a hot arching jet of cum onto their nearby bedspread.

"Oh... fuck... Liz" Jeremy sighed trailing off. When he opened his eyes Liz was looking at him with a smile on her face.

"You weren't supposed to do that, but did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Are you kidding me? That was awesome! I loved every minute of it" he responded.