Showing Myself Ch. 12

Wow, thank you so much for the very nice and encouraging emails! I'm not a writer, but I try! I guess I should have written papers like this in college, and I would have gotten an A. And I know I mix tenses sometimes, and probably commas are sometimes wrong, but I hope it still makes sense.

Several people wanted me to say how things continued with Rolf, so I'll write about that this time. Also, I have to say that in this story I am probably more "bad" than usual, or as Kari would say, "Jenn, you are so wild!" But it was safe and so exciting, so here we go!

Wait, one more thing: My life was not just one continuous sex show. Yes, I spent a lot of sexual time with Monika and her husband (Martin), but I never mentioned here that we had wonderful days when they invited me to family outings, or when Martin took me to his workplace so I could see some of the technology they used (I was interested in computers), or once when I had a really bad flu and Monika came three days in a row while my mom was at work and sat with me and brought me tea and made sure I was comfortable. Or, when Rolf and my dad played pool at the rec center, or when they spent the afternoon trying to explain American football and soccer. It was all so fun!

Anyway, to get on with the story, after I got comfortable with Rolf, I found new ways to surprise him and satisfy my urges, and he always went along with me. We were so madly in love, and we went everywhere together. Even my dad liked him, and Rolf came over for dinner several times a week, and he always impressed my mom by insisting on helping with the dishes. A couple months after I met him, his parents gave him some money for his birthday, and we even went to Paris for the weekend. Obviously, my parents realized we were intimate by then, but jeez, I was twenty years old!

I still loved going to the theater with him, but now we were also able to try new things outside of the theater. For instance, previously it wouldn't have been exciting to just go in a secluded area of the park and masturbate by myself, but now with Rolf, we could go somewhere quiet and I could perform oral on him or he could lift my skirt and rub my pussy, even though we could have been caught. Sometimes I would stroke his cock and just before he came, I would kneel down and pull my bra forward so he could drench me, telling him I wanted to feel his cum on my body as we walked around, and he loved that. Or sometimes at night we would go for a walk in the park and he would sit on a bench, and I would straddle him and take his cock deep inside while I just gazed at him. That's the advantage of warm weather and wearing a skirt!

Anyway, that all happened in the coming year, and the timing of this story is during the first few weeks I knew Rolf and I wasn't on birth control yet, so we still had to be a little bit careful. But there was still a lot of fun to be had, and it even made us be more inventive.

But first I'll tell you about my next visit with Monika and Martin. My first order of business was to call Monika and tell them I wanted to make the movie we had been talking about. I knew nothing about how to go about it, so she put her husband on the phone since his English was better.

"Hello Jennifer, I will get the blank films for you, and I suggest we make an erotic one for your fantasies, and a normal one for your memories. The erotic one can be done all at once, and the normal one can be done over time, like maybe when you and Monika are walking down the street or in the park or having a glass of wine. She would like that for a memory too."

"Oh, you are so thoughtful! I love it! When can we do it? I hope you don't think I'm awful, but I really want to show the movie in the theater and see if anyone recognizes me. And I want to surprise Rolf too. He always says I'm so sexy, and he'll like seeing me on the screen and making all the guys jealous that only he can have me."

"No Jennifer, you are not awful. Nothing you do causes harm to anyone, and you and everyone else will like it. And Monika likes you very much."

Ok, this whole thing will make more sense if I explain how the theater worked. There were actually two theaters in one building. The first was larger and showed normal length movies of about ninety minutes. The second was smaller and showed four or five shorter clips of about ten minutes each that looped over and over. They were usually silent, and the purpose was to give the men a quick thrill if they only had a short time. I liked both theaters for different reasons. The big theater was more leisurely and let me be slower and more seductive and I could spend hours there. But the small theater gave me exposure to more men. I could sit naked right in the middle and if it was during the lunch hour, maybe a dozen men would come and go during that time, no pun intended. It was so hot when they would realize I was there and would watch me instead of watching the movie! But you know all that from my previous stories, and now I wanted to take it up a notch.

Anyway, Monika and Mike arranged for me to come over in a couple of days, and I was dressed as sexy as possible. But, I just couldn't compete with how Monika carried herself. When she opened the door, she looked so gorgeous with tight jeans and sandals and a white blouse and a wisp of hair brushing down over her forehead. God, if I were a lesbian, she would have been the one I fell in love with!

We hugged, and of course the first thing she asked is whether I would be spending the night, and I whispered that I would. She was so devilish, and said, "He has to leave for work in the morning, so we can stay in bed for a while, and then we go to the city and shop."

I won't describe the whole evening, because we started out as usual with a very nice dinner, and we then relaxed with a glass of wine. I really thought that I would be making my movie that night, but Martin laughed and said that it isn't as easy as that!

"You need to tell us what you imagine the movie to be. It should be a fantasy you have. Do you have an idea?"

"Well, it has to be me all alone because this is actually for Rolf, and I was thinking it could just show me coming home after school and walking into my bedroom and then looking at a picture of Rolf, which always makes me excited. Then I take my clothes off very slowly and get on my bed and put his picture on the nightstand where I can look at it. I start masturbating and rubbing my hands over my body, until I finally cum. I think everyone would like watching that, right?"

"I think it sounds perfect. And I think you should try it right now while we watch. We'll follow you into the bedroom."

God, I was already getting wet just telling them that, and now that they were going to watch me got me going even more! I stood and walked to their room with them behind me, and I started my fantasy.

I pulled Rolf's picture from my purse and looked at it, and set it on the nightstand. I turned to face them without looking them in the eye, although I could see that Monika had placed one hand on Martin, and the other hand on herself. I love it that their thrill is watching, and mine is to be watched, although we enjoy switching roles too.

I opened my blouse and let it slip to the floor, and did the same with my skirt. Now I was standing there with a see-through bra and panties and thigh high stockings. Maybe I mentioned this before, but thigh highs feel so good on a woman because the band grips around your leg close to your pussy, just like if someone is placing their hand there.

I sat on the bed, unhooked my bra and leaned forward and let it slip off. I decided to leave my stockings on because I thought they looked sexy, so I swung around and leaned against the headboard and opened my legs. After that first time at the theater, I was never one for modesty!

The whole time, I was imagining a movie camera was recording and this is what the men would be watching. My hand slipped into my panties and unlike a lot of adult movies, what my imaginary viewers were seeing was real excitement.

But I knew that this was a practice session for a real recording, and I knew that men in the theater would want to see everything, so I lifted myself up and slid my panties off, but not before bringing my fingers to my lips and tasing myself. I knew they would like that!

Now I was openly playing with myself, alternating between rubbing my clit, and then dragging my fingers through my wetness and bringing them to my nipples. God, I wished my boobs were bigger so I could reach them with my tongue, but the guys would have to be happy with this.

I glanced at Martin and Monika and now he had his hands in her jeans and she had pulled his cock out, so I guess I wasn't doing too badly. I had no idea how much time had passed, and didn't know if I had to speed things up or slow down, but there was no stopping me now. In the past I finished myself off in many different ways, sometimes teasing myself slowly and sometimes rubbing myself vigorously, and this time it would definitely be the latter.

I stretched myself out on the bed and opened my legs wide and rubbed my clit hard. Somehow I wished they would put a bed in the theater so I could give a real show, and just the thought of it brought be even closer to the edge. I started lifting my body off the bed, and soon my hips were moving up and down in rhythm with my fingers. I thought maybe ten minutes had passed by, so I let myself go, and my legs closed tight over my hand as my fingers pressed against my clit and my body went rigid.

I was so out of breath but I still smiled as I watched my friends quickly undress and climb onto the bed with me. I asked how I did, and Martin said, "That was amazing, but about eight minutes too long. You must practice."

Monika already had her hand between her legs and was watching me intently, and she said something to Martin. He then knelt over us and started to stroke his cock, so I could guess that she told him to masturbate and watch us. I could see that it was exciting for him, which made me happy. Monika turned on her side and faced me while continuing to pleasure herself, and she gave me such a look of desire. I could see that Martin was getting close, and he moved over closer and right above me. I smiled at him, giving silent permission that he should cum all over me.

A minute later, his hand went still, and I felt his cum splatter over my body. Only Rolf had done that before, and even to this day it is such an amazing feeling. I looked at myself and could see puddles on my belly as Martin squeezed out the last few drops onto my thigh. Just then Monika started breathing heavily and pushed herself against me, and I could feel her hand moving quickly against herself. It's so funny how the telltale signs are the same for everyone, because suddenly she stopped and let herself enjoy her orgasm. After she came down from that, she laid her hand across my body and smiled at me.

The three of us were all satisfied from our masturbation sessions, and we talked about how real sex is also great, but watching a partner in self pleasure is amazing too. I'm an expert at that, so I should know! We then turned out the light, and this time Monika didn't even wait until I was asleep, and softly spooned against me while putting her arm around and placing her hand on my breast. Martin did the same to her, and the three of us fell asleep just like that.

The next morning, Martin had already left for work when I awoke, and when I opened my eyes Monika was standing next to the bed looking at me and drying her hair, so she obviously had just gotten out of the shower. She was naked, and I couldn't help looking at her body. I honestly think I had a good body, and I think I still do, but Monika was on a different level. Imagine waking up and the first thing you see are her sexy hips, and then you look up and see her full breasts pushing out from her chest, and then her beautiful eyes looking down at you. My first thought was why does she even like a girl like me?? And then, because I think too much (as people always told me), I was suddenly insecure. Why didn't she wake me up so we could shower together? Is she bored with me? Did she give up on me?

I crawled out of bed, and she gave me a hug and she said I should take a shower while she put together a breakfast, and then we would go to the city for some shopping. While I was in the shower, I was wondering when she would step in with me and start washing me, but she didn't show. I stepped from the shower and grabbed the towel, and walked to the bedroom, and she was there. She handed me a new bra and panties, and said, "For you, you will look very nice."

I was relieved; I guess she really did still like me! I put them on, and then pulled my jeans up over my legs, and put on a sweater. I looked in the mirror, and thought if Rolf was there he would really approve.

We had breakfast, and then headed to the city. We went into our favorite store, and even though I was just a student and didn't have a lot of money, I loved shopping with Monika because she had such good ideas about fashion and I learned a lot. We walked through the store and Monika said something to the salesclerk. We went to the racks of dresses and started looking around, when she deftly moved behind me and pulled me close.

"Monika, what are you doing??"

Without saying a word, she placed her hand between my legs and my body kind of slumped against hers.

"It is ok, I am not touching you, I am touching only your jeans."

Hard to argue with that logic! She started to move her hands over me firmly but gently, and I admit I parted my legs slightly in response. I had touched myself like this through my jeans before, and it felt so good! I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, and I shuddered. I realized my earlier insecurities were silly, and she really did still like me!

"Monika, what if the clerk sees us?"

"She won't. I told her we wanted private time."

"Oh God, she knows what we're doing?"

"Maybe. And maybe she is watching. You like that, no?"

She knew me too well! I wanted to look around and see if the clerk was in sight, but I didn't want to disturb the moment, and just knowing that she might be watching was thrilling. This was different than in the theater. In the theater I could moan or stand up and lean against the wall and rub my pussy in full view, but here all I could do was allow myself a soft whimper.

She continued massaging me, and her other arm was on my stomach, holding me close.

She whispered, "I liked waking up with you. You can have fun with Rolf, but we can have fun too. You are so beautiful. We are good girlfriends."

Just hearing her soft voice like that was so erotic, and soon I whispered, "Monika, I'm going to cum. I can barely stand up!"

She applied more pressure exactly in the right place, and soon I was in the middle of a wonderful orgasm. This was different, because I had to remain still and silent, and everything was focused around her hand. I knew if I slipped my hand into my jeans, I would be soaking wet. How does she have this power over me? I didn't even resist!

I turn around and said, "Monika, you are so bad, I didn't expect that. But you are amazing!"

But then she took my hand and placed it on her and said, "Now, you make me feel good."

I knew what to do, and I remained in the same place, facing her with my upturned hand rubbing her through her jeans. I think this is why women are more inclined to play around with other women just for fun, because a guy has to actually take his cock out and the other guy has to rub it, but women can be much more erotic and discreet without even getting undressed. We were basically just two friends giving each other a massage.

"Am I doing it ok, Monika?"

"Yes, all that you do is ok."

She put one hand on my shoulder to steady herself, and I could see her hips move slightly to match my hand motions. I told her to stare into my eyes.

"Look right at me. I want to see your eyes the moment you are starting to cum. I want to feel what you feel."

She said, "You are so unfair. You say you don't play with girls, but you are so good at it. But I accept this. This is better than anything I experienced before."

That made me so happy! Such a sweet thing to say! I kept the gyrations of my hand going, and I could feel her hand open and close on my shoulder. But then her hand closed and didn't open, so I knew this was it.

I was less experienced and only knew what I did when I came, so I increased my hand movement on her and she could barely contain herself. And even though she was taller than me, she collapsed forward and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Do you feel good? Did I do ok?"

"Yes, I want you to visit me every day."

I laughed and said, "I'm sure you would like that, and so would I. But I think my schoolwork would suffer if I just spent the day masturbating with my best friend!"

We tried to compose ourselves, but we both still had that "look", and when we walked past the clerk, she and Monika said something. After we left the store, I asked what she said.

"She asked me if I found what I was looking for, and I said we both did."

"Monika! She really did know what we were doing! I can't go back there again!"

"Oh, it is ok. You don't know how many wives meet for things like this. It is fun, like when we practiced kissing."

I really wondered what my life would be like if I hadn't met Monika. I would still have fun in the theater, and I think I still would have met Rolf, and I would still be very sexual, but Monika gave me so much confidence! After being with her, I was never afraid to say what I wanted, and I was never ashamed of what I wanted. If I was with my guy and we were watching TV, I had no problem telling him I was horny and had to rub my pussy with or without him. If he thinks that's slutty, that's his problem. It's like when I first met Jim and acted so forward with him. He liked it, and if I hadn't asserted myself, we never would have become so close, right?

Anyway, we went to a café and talked. Luckily, it wasn't crowded, because our talk was about making my movie.

"Ok Jennifer, you need to first practice and find something that fits in ten minutes exactly. You can't finish too soon, and you can't finish too late. You understand what I mean?"

"Yes Monika, I've seen about a million movies of women masturbating. If I finished in five minutes, the last five minutes would be boring. I'll practice tonight." That would be an interesting conversation if my parents asked what I'm working on.

"Ok, good. Also, do you have a sex toy? I think not, because you would have told me of it by now. I think they are ok sometimes, but I prefer my own fingers mostly, but men like watching women with one. Maybe if you started with your fingers, and finished with the toy, it would be an exciting movie."

"No, I don't have one. All I've tried is a candle, a carrot, and a cucumber. The carrot is too hard, and the candle melts too easily, and the cucumber wasn't too bad, but still not right."

"No Jennifer, not a cucumber. You are not a farm girl. We will look in the sex shop for a toy you like. I will help you."

We left the café and walked to a sex shop further up the street. You have to remember that sex shops in Europe are not gross and dirty, and it's very possible that there could be a clothing store on one side and a bakery on the other. It is much less uptight there.

We went in, and obviously Monika knew the clerk, and I'm guessing she told him we were just looking around. Imagine how I felt! Despite all I did while exposing myself in the theaters so many times, I still had just had my first kiss and first date a week ago, and now I was shopping for a sex toy!

She showed me the different types, and explained the difference between a dildo and vibrator, and that if I liked what we did earlier, a vibrator would be best. We laughed at some of the dildos though, because some were huge and she explained that for some reason men like to see women use them. I told her I had to practice with Rolf a lot before I tried those!