Laura and I had been friends for about 10years. I met her on a sales call to her office and we became fast friends with similar dirty minds and a dark sense of humor. I laughed so hard at her earlier stories of being in university and still trying to come to terms with being gay. Making out with guys because that was “normal” yet hating every minute of it. She makes a gagging noise as she retells the story. Always cracks me up.
In the years we’ve been friends, she’s gotten married (to a woman) and they have a son together through AI. I joked with her how awesome that kid will be when he gets to tell his friends he walked in on his two moms having sex! All the other boys will be jealous! Her major concern was that she knew absolutely nothing about guys and cocks. I had never considered her dilemma until she said she was serious. Staring right into my eyes, she asked with all sincerity “How do they even work?”
I was stunned. What are you supposed to say to that? How do they work? I guess they just do… if something feels good, it gets hard. If you like what you see, it gets hard. If you rub it long enough, it cums. I’d never had to explain it to anyone before, and I quickly realized I wasn’t doing anything to help her here. I suggested maybe she watch a video or some porn… “Can you just like, I dunno, show me?” she whispered, tentatively. She was almost apologetic, like she didn’t want to offend me. As though by whispering quietly we could just forget about it if I said no.
With our friendship on the line, and my excitement growing, I said I would… but only if she was sure that’s what she wanted. And only for the sake of her son, which was the perfect excuse we both needed. With a wink and nod we went down the hall to the bathrooms.
The bathrooms at her office were all unisex, single stalls with a toilet and small sink in each one. We ducked into one, both of us giddy like children. I’m about to show my cock to this beautiful (but gay) woman, and she’s excited to learn a thing or two with someone she’s clearly comfortable with. There’s no expectations between us. I assume she just wants a quick peek, maybe ask a few questions about functionality and that would be that.
She locks the door and we both giggle nervously. “Ok let me see” she blurts out excitedly, rubbing her hands together. She seems more eager than I expected, which excites me even more. I start undoing my belt and I can feel myself growing in anticipation already. Laura and I are looking at each other, huge smiles, nervous laughter and quick glances down at my bulge.
The moment of truth when I finally get the button undone and pull the zipper down. I hook my thumbs in the waistband and push everything down to the floor, my pants and underwear falling in a heap around my ankles, while my hardening cock bounces freely. Laura gasps quietly and covers her wide open mouth with her hand. “Is it like that all the time? How do you walk around with that? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”
I assured her this was an ‘excited’ state and it’s usually softer and more manageable. She asked me why I was excited. It’s not like anything was going to happen here. I explained again about how seeing something you like might make it hard. She looked confused and asked what I could possibly see in this toilet closet that would turn me on… “Laura, regardless of you being gay you’re still an attractive woman and I’m here with my cock out for you. The whole scenario is thrilling!”
She laughed for a second then focused back on my cock, now pointing up at her. “Can I…?” she asks, reaching towards me with her hands. I don’t even say anything before she’s got a firm grip on my shaft and she’s pulling it up, watching my balls rise and fall with each tug. I was already starting to leak precum and Laura flinched when she saw it stick to her hand. “Is that…?” She raised her eyebrow while I shook my head. No, that’s just precum. It happens before the finale, I said. “Big finale?” she asked, confused. Y’know ejaculation? Cumming? She just shook her head oblivious. I guess those southern red states really don’t have any sex education in school.
“If you keep tugging it like you’ve been doing, eventually I’m going to cum. Did you want to see that?” She nodded her head so enthusiastically I laughed a little. I gave her a few directions, how to grip it, lightly caress my balls with the other hand, how fast to stroke the shaft, and pretty soon I was cresting an intense orgasm at the hands of my lesbian friend. I told her I was about to cum and she kind of panicked. “Omg what does that mean? What do I do?” I told her just to keep stroking and hold her other hand out like a cup. “I can just catch it? But how much is there going to be? What if I spill…” but it was too late. I was cumming and she was suddenly intently fixated on catching as much as she could in her hand. “It’s so warm!” she exclaimed as thick white cum poured out of my cock and into the palm of her hand, and it started to fill in between her fingers. Her wide smile suggests she’s quite happy with todays lesson. “I’ve never seen that before. Fascinating!” she says. While I’m trying to catch my breath I watch as she holds her hand up and dips a finger into the puddle of cum in her palm, stretching it up like glue. “It’s so… sticky” she says. She’s holding it so close to her face I think for a second she’s going to taste it. “Ewww no way!”she says “it doesn’t even smell that good, but it’s fun to play with” as she keeps dipping her fingers in and out of her palm.
I remind her she should probably get back to work before someone starts to wonder where she is. “Oh shit! What do I do with this now?” holding her handful of cum out as though it’s my responsibility. I reach over and turn on the tap in the tiny little sink. “Wash your hands and make sure you rinse it all down the drain” as I start pulling my pants back up and straightening up as best I can so it doesn’t look like I just got a handjob in this corporate bathroom. We joked about who should leave first and what to say if there was someone outside the door. I opened the door and peeked out, thankfully the hallway was empty. “Ok Laura” I said loudly “I’ll be sure to send over my invoice before the end of the week” My sarcasm was met with a look that said stfu and she shook her head disapprovingly while still drying her hands.
I sent her an email later letting her know that I was available for lessons anytime she wanted.