Graduation Masturbation

Dear Reader,

This is my first attempt at a story. Instead of using a long-winded introduction, I have decided to describe myself like I would in a dating profile. Any spelling and grammatical errors are solely on me. All characters are 18 years of age or old.

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Name: Emma Chalmers

Country: Canada/USA

Occupation: Grade 12 Student/Graduating

Gender: Female

Age: 18 (Aquarius)

Body Type: Petite, 5'0", 145 lbs

Hair / Eyes: Red / Green

Relationship Status: Single

Children: None

Heritage: Irish, Scottish, Welsh

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"Emma, remember that we are leaving at 4:30 pm to attend your graduation dinner!" I could barely hear my mother's voice as I headed up the stairs to my room. I replied with my usual "Yep." I entered my room, laid out my dress clothes on my bed and stripped down.

I glanced at my alarm clock to check the time, it was 3:45 pm. Perfect, plenty of time to jill off and have just enough time to get dressed. I booted up the ole laptop and clicked open on my secret video collection folder. (

You guys know what I'm talking about, that "hidden folder" that you name something innocent, but contains nothing of the sort. The one folder that your parents will never notice because it says school work or car photos.

)

I quickly grabbed a clean towel from the upstairs bathroom and laid it on to my computer chair. One learns very quickly that sweaty skin against leather makes for some very odd noises, noises that brings nosy parents and siblings. (

Good tip if you want to remain a quiet masturbator in a busy household.

)

I clicked on my favorite go-to video clip and opened it using the default video player. It features two of my favorite pornstars Malena Morgan and Celeste Star in a lesbian sex scene. (

Btw, I'm straight, but when it comes to porn, lesbian is one of my favorite categories.

)

The first few minutes of the scene is mostly talk, some feeling each other up and some really hot and deep kissing. The scene intensifies as Celeste starts to go down on Malena, I mean there is some really good pussy licking. Most lesbian scenes will show the casual tonguing of the pussy lips, the sucking of the clit and some fingering, but Celeste is my girl. She gets her tongue in deep, actually inside of the other girls pussy and uses her lips to suck on the clit.

I really hate the build up in porn scenes, I don't get any arousal out of the foreplay, the little kisses, nor the modern music that they add. There isn't much privacy at my house and the walls are too thin, so I want to get to the heated and fast-paced parts of the scenes. I mean it is called a quickie for a reason.

It this particular case and scene, I get really turned on from analingus. Even more so if it involves watching a girl get both cunnilingus and analingus all at the same time. I reached for my homemade masturbation kit and got ready to hit the play button. Side note, my homemade masturbation kit consists of condoms and sample bottles of lube from sex ed class and a macgyvered vibrator (

rechargeable electric toothbrush handle and a custom tip/shaft that I made from my stepdads 3D printer.

) My custom vibrator has dual usage, it can be used as a magic wand and it can also be used as a normal vibrator for internal insertion. The downside is that it doesn't provide the strongest vibrations, but what do you want for free.

I put a condom over the tip and lubed it up. I leaned back into my computer chair and spread my legs open. I slid the vibrator over my clit and pussy lips making sure to evenly coat them with the lube. I hit the spacebar with my free hand and started the clip. I turned on the vibrator, slowly moving it up then down and then alternated side to side. Each movement sending slow and penetrating tingles into my lower extremities.

My eyes glued to the screen in front of me, my hands moving like on autopilot. I closed my eyes and listened for each moan and groan from Malena, for each lick and flick of Celeste's wet sloppy tongue. Her tongue darting from asshole to pussy and then from pussy back to asshole until it was a blur of alternating action. My mind took over I imagined that I was Malena and that my vibrator was Celeste.

My hands moved the lubed vibrator in sync with the sounds of the clip playing before me. The vibrator mimicking each lick and flick of a wet tongue sliding over my clit, my pussy lips, and down to my eager tiny pink starfish. My focus shifted away from the sounds of the video and towards my own mental fantasy. I shifted my body in order to spread my legs wider, giving my vibrator more access to the inner lips of my pussy. I started to add little bits of pressure on to the vibrator, little pushes trying to mimic the thrusting of a darting tongue.

"Yes, Celeste." I moaned, "Tongue fuck my pussy." I ground the vibrator into my pussy, the sound of the lube and my pussy juices mixed with the vibrations causing a wet and sloppy licking sound to fill the room. "Yes baby, lick my asshole." I moved the vibrator down to my asshole, slowly grinding it against my wet puckered hole. I took my free hand and vigorously rubbed my clit increasing my assault on my fuck holes, it wasn't enough, I couldn't get enough. I threw caution to the wind and thrust three fingers into my hot wet pussy, it was the closest to a double penetration sensation that I've had.

The thrust of the three fingers into my pussy filled the void, it was finally enough. I pounded my fingers in and out, each thrust reaching deeper and deeper until each finger was knuckle deep each time. The finger assault on my pussy and grinding vibrator on my asshole sent my body over the edge. My teeth bit into my lower lips to prevent myself from screaming, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god." I moaned into my lips. My first orgasm hit me like a tornado.

My toes curled gripping into the carpet below my computer chair, my pussy walls tightened against my thrusting fingers, and it felt like every cell in my body was being short-circuited by the uncontrollable electrical tingles shooting throughout my body. I heard the thud of my vibrator hitting the floor, but I didn't care, I used my now free hand to join my other hand to continue the mind-blowing assault on my pussy. With three fingers still deep in my pussy, my second hand vigorously worked its magic over my engorged clit, I didn't want my orgasm to stop. Barely getting over my first orgasm, I could feel the tension in my body rising towards a second orgasm.

Right before another orgasm was about to hit, I felt something on my shoulder. It felt like a hand, a very strong hand. (

This cannot be happening right now, this cannot be fucking happening right now.

) Despite my embarrassment from being caught masturbating and the low dropping feeling developing in my stomach, my next orgasm wasn't going to wait or stop for anyone.

I felt the hand grip my shoulder harder, but this time it was accompanied by a whisper. "It's okay to let it all go, Emma, grip my hand and scream if you need to."

I didn't recognize the voice, but I did exactly what it told me to do. If my first orgasm was like a tornado, the second was comparable to a hurricane, the magnitude was just so much larger. I felt the same effects as before, but more intense this time around. My toes felt numb from curling, my pussy walls spasmed, every muscle in my body seemed to shake, and sweat felt like it was pouring out of every pore.

I could feel some very weird happening in my pussy, a strong urge to pee, but not from a full bladder. I tried to hold it in, but the urge was too strong. My back arched and my hips thrust forward as a huge gush of liquid shot out of my pussy. The warm liquid soaked both the towel and carpet underneath me and completely ruined my computer keyboard.

"Sweeet fucking god, oh my sweet fucking god, I didn't know, I really didn't know!" I screamed over and over again at the top of my lungs. The sensation was so great that I felt like I was going to pass out. Out of panic, I grasped the hand on my shoulder as hard as I could, surprisingly the firm grip was matched. My body shuddered as my orgasm subsided and I collapsed back into the chair.

"Emma, you can let go of my hand now."

I tried to focus on the voice and slowly turned the chair around, I briefly saw a face that I thought that I recognized and then proceeded to pass out. My body slumped into the chair both mentally and physically exhausted.

I awoke a few hours later still both mentally and physically fried, but with a clearer head. Was it really all a dream? I opened my eyes and surveyed my room. Everything seemed to be in order except for the person sitting in my reading chair.

Nope, not a dream, a complete fucking nightmare. It finally dawned on me that the person who had witnessed me in the throes of passion, the person who had held my hand while I squirted for the first time was none other than my stepdad. "Don, please let me explain!" I mumbled trying to find the words.

To my surprise, he just got up and planted a kiss on my forehead. When he reached my bedroom door, he turned and said. "We'll talk about it later."

The knot in my stomach returned and my nerves took over. For the next half an hour, I alternated between crying and hurling my guts out in the upstairs bathroom. I dragged my tired, embarrassed and depressed body back to bed. There was nothing left for me to throw up and no tears left for me to cry. I flopped into bed and immediately fell asleep.

Early the next morning I heard a knock at my bedroom door. "Get up Emma, I'm taking you out for breakfast, we have some things to talk about." It was my stepdad, just fucking great. I groaned and turned over to go back to sleep, but my empty stomach and guilty conscience decided that it was in my best interest to get up and face the music.

I threw on a pair of yoga pants and a plain white t-shirt, it is just breakfast no need to impress anyone. I quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up and stole a brief glance at the mirror, I looked like shit. I quickly did my business, washed my hands and face and then trodded down the stairs. My stepdad was waiting for me at his pickup truck, he unlocked it with his key fob, but didn't say anything.

I got in and buckled up. The ride to the diner was extremely quiet and somewhat awkward between the two of us, the only noise came from the AM news station. We parked and then entered the diner. My stepdad picked a booth in the least crowded section of the diner, an ideal place to talk without being overheard.

The waitress came with the menus, but my stepdad brushed them away with his hand and ordered the special for the both of us. With the waitress sent away, I guessed that it was time to get down to business. My stepdad was about to speak, but I blurted out. "I'm sorry Don, I'm not sure what came over me yesterday."

He smiled, laughed, then replied. "You should rephrase that Emma, it should be what came out of you yesterday." I could feel my face flush in embarrassment, but managed to keep my composure. He continued. "I'm not trying to poke fun at you or embarrass you any further, I'm trying to make light of the situation, I'm trying to get you to laugh or at least smile."

He reached across the table and placed his hands over mine. My mind flashed back to him holding my hand during the find throes of my last orgasm. I unleashed a slew of questions that I needed to be answered. "Why didn't you knock? Why did you enter my room? Why did you hold my hand?"

He responded in kind. "The answer to your first question is that you left your door wide open." I closed my eyes trying to remember if I had closed my door, the answer was no.

(

Shit

)

"The answer to your second question is that you're not as quiet as you think you are." He explained further. "First, you dropped your vibrator thingy and it continued to vibrate against your metal computer desk. Second, your noise-cancellation headset backfired on you, it canceled out the noise in your room but also prevented you from hearing your own moans."

(

Double Shit

)

He continued with his final response. "I don't have an answer to your third question, other than it was just instinct. I thought that you were in some kind of trouble or pain and I wanted to help you through it. By the way, you have a very strong grip for such a small person."

(

Triple Awkward Shit

)

I wanted to ask more questions, but breakfast had arrived. I was so hungry that I didn't just eat the food, I inhaled the food. In the most unladylike fashion, I even licked the plate clean. My stepdad offered me an extra couple of pieces of toast and I destroyed those as well. I wanted to order more food, but I didn't think that it was appropriate since I wasn't paying for the bill.

Don sent me to the truck, while he settled the bill. He got into the truck, but he didn't start the engine, it was time to finish the conversation. Don restated the conversation. "Emma, you don't need to feel bad or embarrassed about what happened. It is normal for a young woman to explore her body, you just need to make sure that you do it safely."

I had one final question. "Don, what did mom say when you told her?" He reached out and touch my hands again and then looked me in the eyes.

His response surprised me. "Emma, I didn't tell her anything. I made up an excuse as to why you weren't ready, I said that you had thrown up due to the stress of graduation and not having a clear idea of what you wanted to do next."

He explained further that my mom had decided that since we had paid for the dinner tickets, that she and my grandma would still attend the dinner. He also mentioned that he had stayed with me most of the night to make sure that I was okay. He also promised that everything that had happened would stay between us.

Before he put the truck in gear, he turned to me. "I hope that you don't have any plans for the rest of the day, because first I'm taking you shopping, and second I'm going to need your help moving your stuff out of your room."

I looked at him with worried eyes, then responded. "I thought that things were cool between us, you're not kicking me out, are you?" My mind became a clutter of thoughts and worries.

He looked at me and smiled. "I'm not kicking you out of the house, it seems that you are in need of a new floor. I don't think that squirting all over your carpet and floor is covered under the current flood insurance policies."

I laughed nervously but didn't reply. He continued on. " I have two options on the table for you; option one is that your stay in your current room, but with a new floor and carpet. Option two is that you move downstairs to your stepsister's old bedroom and we renovate that room instead. Your mother wants to convert your current room into the baby's room. I'll give you the rest of the day to decide, but either way, we will need to move the stuff out of your room."

It turns out that my stepdad is a building contractor, a fact that I hadn't known until now. Over the next few hours, we shopped and browsed for lumber, flooring tiles, carpets, and various electrical supplies and components. We bounced between the big box stores and some of the various locally owned lumber and supply companies. My stepdad explained the pros and cons of each product, why and when to use it, I was getting a real education, but I didn't have the vaguest clue as to why.

With the truck loaded up, I thought that we were done and headed for home, that is when my stepdad surprised me with a few last minute stops. We stopped at a plaza mall with a computer store, a Chinese food restaurant, a pet store and some religious store with angels on the logo called Eros, Himeros & Pothos.

"Don, what are we looking for here?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

"Your computer is lacking a working keyboard at the moment or do we have to rehash that." Don retorted.

We went inside the computer store and I was about to select a cheap easy to replace keyboard, but Don pointed out that it was wiser to get an easier to clean, waterproof keyboard. I was going to pay for it with some of the money that I had been saving up, but Don told me that he would pay for it as part of my graduation gift.

After paying, I started to head for the truck, but Don starting walking the other way. He winked at me and said, "I hope that you have your I.D. card." Then he entered the door of the Eros, Himeros & Pothos store, leaving me outside wondering why I would need my I.D. card for a religious store with a Greek sounding name. My first clue should have been the tinted windows, what kind of religious store has tinted windows.

I followed Don into the store and immediately felt my cheeks flush in unexpected embarrassment, the only way this is a religious store is in a Hozier song because the only worship is being done in the bedroom. I quickly fell in step beside Don and whispered. "Why did you take me to a sex shop?" (

It turns out that Eros is the Greek god of love, Himeros is the Greek god of sexual desire and Pothos is the Greek god of sexual yearning and longing.

)

He smiled and nodded towards the women's sex toy section. "This is the other part of your graduation gift, it seems to me that during your excitement yesterday you broke your little toy."

(

Breathe, remember to breathe, you can get through this.

) I composed myself and replied. "Don, people saw me walk in here, what if my friends find out, I will be a laughingstock."

He laughed and nodded for a second time towards the women's' section. "Emma, you need to stop caring about what others think of you. It is time to act like an adult, pun intended, get it wherein an adult store." I rolled my eyes and walked away, I wasn't going to win this battle.

I made my way down each aisle of the women's section, my eyes got wider and wider as I browsed and read item after item. It turns out that I'm very uneducated when it comes to the various ways that women can stimulate her body, I also didn't realize how many different toys and gadgets are available for one to purchase.

I was pulled from my train of thoughts by a voice calling my name. "Emma, Emma Chalmers, is that you?" (

Fuck my life, the one thing that I had feared would happen, I got noticed in a sex shop.

)

I turned towards the voice and immediately regretted getting up this morning. It was my former best friend Olivia's mother and to make matters worse, she was the person in charge of the women's section. "Yes, Mrs. Linden, it's me." I faked a smile and walked towards her, so she didn't have to shout and make even more of a scene.

She quickly gave me a hug and then asked. "Emma, what brings you here today?, you're the last person that I thought that I would see in here." I have a shitty poker face, so there was no point in lying to her. I sighed, then briefly explained.

"My stepdad brought me here, more like tricked me into following him in here, but I'd rather not talk about it. What do you recommend that I get, so that I can get out of here as quickly as possible and save myself from further embarrassment."

Mrs. Linden raised an eyebrow and laughed. "It depends on what you're here for, I can recommend the entire women's section to you." (

Well shit, I didn't think that question through.

)

She continued by rattling off a laundry list of products and toys. "Anal, vaginal, manual, powered, rechargeable, vibrating, non-vibrating, lubricated, non-lubricated, the list goes on and on. Emma, let's start with the basics, fill out this quick survey and then I can help you."

I looked over the survey and ticked off the options that applied.