Compersion

2 Yes, Women Do Masturbate

The night air was warm with a chilly breeze that would occasionally push through the treetops. The leaves rustled so loudly it was as if great, prehistoric birds were flapping their wings above. In the distance, I could make out the form of a man sitting at a small campfire. I crept closer to investigate. As the stranger came into focus, I realized it was Mark from the grocery store. I whispered his name, as to not frighten him. He turned his head sharply and spoke my name.

"Malachi?"

"Mark," I moved closer, "How are you? What are you doing out here?"

"Rough day, man. Rough day," he replied.

I asked him, "Mind if I join you?

He motioned for me to sit next to him on the old rotting log. I squatted down and took a seat. I saw the beer can in his hand. I had never tasted any form of alcohol and was always curious as to the attraction to it. Mark noticed me looking at his beer and offered me a can. I stared for a brief moment and then slowly lifted my hand to take the forbidden fruit. Mark flashed a sheepish smile.

"You ever drink one of these, Malachi?"

I laughed, "Nope, but I have had a rough day myself… What the heck."

I cracked open the can and took my first sip of the bitter, bubbliness. It was a bit gross, I must confess, but I drank it anyways. It wouldn't be proper to turn my nose up to a gift someone has given.

Mark and I quietly enjoyed the sounds of the night… The rustling of the leaves… The crackling of the fire. I could tell Mark was tense and inquired about his day. He was quite reluctant to share, but eventually he chided,

"You really want to know what my problem is?"

I nodded.

"Sex," he blurted out, "Yes, sex… Or the lack of it! I need to do the deed."

I must have had a shocked look on myself because he started to apologize. He explained to me that he was still a virgin and that he didn't think he would ever find someone who would change that. I explained to him that we were still young and had plenty of time to do the deed, as he put it. We talked for quite a while and then I swallowed the last bit of my beer. Mark cracked open two more and took one for himself and handed me the other. Mark redirected the conversation to me.

"So, what's going on with you?"

My mouth spoke before I could think, "SEX!"

We both started laughing and I found myself divulging what had just happened with Hanna just an hour earlier. I told Mark of Hanna's reaction and that I just did not understand why or what it was she was doing. Mark looked at me for a moment and then asked me if I was joking or did I really not know why Hanna was rubbing herself. I defended my ignorance and asked if he knew.

"Malachi, she was jacking off."

The words rolled off his tongue naturally, but I couldn't understand him. It was if he was speaking some foreign language.

"Jacking off? You know," Mark quizzed, "Masturbation?"

"Women can masturbate?" I exclaimed.

For a moment, I thought my mind would explode. The only thing I ever knew about masturbation was that to do so was a serious sin. My father caught me playing with myself when I was just a boy and scolded me. He told me that to touch my penis any time other than washing or urinating was a sin. Over time, I quickly developed a bed humping habit, but never masturbated with penis in hand. I had explained all of this to Mark who sat with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Wait," he said, "So you have never actually jacked off with your hand before?"

"No," I stammered out, "Not really… Well… Not ever."

"Oh man," he said as he shook his head, "What I wouldn't give to watch the expression on your face the first time you pull one off!"

I was confused, "Pull one off?"

"Yeah," he said as if he was my teacher, "Pulling one off is slang for an orgasm- Or cumming… Busting a nut."

Mark then proceed to explain to me various ways to masturbate. As he spoke, I began to feel a stirring in my jeans. The idea of gripping my cock and pulling one off excited me and curiosity began to creep into my mind. I believe the conversation was making Mark a bit aroused as well. I noticed him reaching down to readjust himself frequently. I was becoming entranced with the shadows of the dancing fire and the revealing words spilling from Mark's mouth. This great feeling was disrupted when Mark said something that caused thoughts to jog.

"You know, I'd be glad to teach you to do it," Mark offered, "If your cool."