A masturbation session leads to unexpected love.
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Jake was in Munich, and he was horny as all hell. It was now week six of his post-graduation trek across Europe, and other than a few unsatisfying jerk off sessions in the shower, he’d had no sexual release of any kind the entire time. And that was not something he was used to. He’d broken up with his girlfriend just prior to leaving for the trip, a girl who’d spoiled him rotten in the sex department. Sure, she had her faults – which is why he’d broken up with her – but credit where credit was due. She’d fucked him or otherwise found a way to get him off nearly every day for the last year. This trip, by contrast, was anything but the hookup fest Jake had hoped it might be. At least so far.
Part of the problem was that hostels just weren’t very conducive to hooking up. Jake had met a few girls along the way, even managed to make out with a couple of them. But that was as far as it got. When your “place” is a bunk bed in a room full of dudes, the opportunities are scarce. Plus, Jake had been with various friends from home most of the time, and they just didn’t share the same priorities.
That was particularly true over the last three weeks, when he’d been traveling with his friends Peggy and Matt, who were practically a married couple. Jake had been good friends with Peggy since their freshman year of college. She was an awesome girl, one of those girls who understood guys and was totally comfortable around them, probably because she had three older brothers. She drank beer, loved sports, and had absolutely no filter on her mouth. She would say whatever was on her mind. Matt was Peggy’s longtime boyfriend, a guy Jake had gotten to know pretty well over the years, even though he didn’t go to the same college. Though he knew Peggy better, and for longer, he now considered Matt a friend in his own right. Jake had met up with the two of them in Barcelona and they’d eventually made their way to Amsterdam (via France and Belgium).
None of them had much money, so, for the most part, they stayed in hostels. Jake in particular had to be frugal, as he had to make his money last for another six weeks. On a few of the nights, though, Matt and Peggy had sprung for a hotel room and had been nice enough to let Jake crash on a couch or a pull-out bed. Jake, for his part, made sure to give them plenty of alone time on those nights, making a show of how he was going out for a drink and would be back in an hour. As he drank his beer and kept checking his watch to make sure he’d given them enough time to fuck, he tried to picture what Peggy looked like naked, what she looked like when she was having an orgasm. It was really the first time he’d given that much thought. Peggy was certainly an attractive girl, though somewhat plain. She had a freckled face and straight, dirty blonde hair that she usually wore pulled back in a simple pony tail. She was slender, athletic, with decent curves. But she’d always had a boyfriend. And she was so fun to hang out with. He’d just never really thought about her in that way. She was a friend and that’s all.
But now that he was playing third wheel, and wasn’t getting any of his own, it was hard not to think about her sexually, especially when he knew for a fact that she was having sex at that very moment. Jake wondered what kind of noises she made. He’d didn’t imagine that she was much of a gentle moaner. Maybe a screamer. Definitely a dirty talker.
That night in the hotel room, Jake woke up in the middle of the night and could have sworn he heard them fooling around. It was really dark, though, and he was pretty drunk, so he could’ve been imagining it.
But that was last week. Matt had left them in Amsterdam four days ago. He had to fly home to start a new job. Peggy had stayed. The two of them were headed to Prague, where Jake was going to meet up with another friend and Peggy was going to fly home. But for now, it was just the two of them, and they were trying to enjoy a night in Munich.
It had been a hot day and they’d stumbled onto a major parade. They had no idea what the occasion was, but house music was blasting and there were floats filled with scantily clad women, many of them topless. Half the people in the crowd were high and Jake had to turn down several offers from people trying to sell him ecstasy. .
It was now early evening, and Jake and Peggy were at an outdoor beer garden in the central park area. They were each working on their second liter of beer and sharing a plate of sausages. Soon the conversation turned to the topic on the forefront of Jake’s mind, his sexual frustration. Part of what Jake loved about Peggy was that he felt entirely comfortable having conversations like this with her. He knew she wouldn’t judge him.
“You know, it’s hard going from having sex every day to having it never,” he explained, “particularly when you’re doing nothing but look at hot European girls all day. This is killing me, Pegs. I don’t know if I can make it another six weeks.”
“That’s pretty pessimistic, Jake. I am kind of shocked you haven’t gotten any yet this trip, but I’ll be even more shocked if you make it all the way through without getting lucky.”
“I appreciate your faith in me, but it’s just not that easy out here. The euro girls don’t seem to be all that into Americans, and the hostel girls may be up for a quick snog, as the Brits would say, but they’re not looking to shag a stranger.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Jake. You’re a good looking guy.” She smiled, “I’d shag you, if it wasn’t for Matt.”
Jake laughed at that, and appreciated the compliment. He’d come to the conclusion that Peggy was highly fuckable herself, though he didn’t think for a second anything would ever happen between them.
“Oh,” she continued, “while we’re on the subject of shagging, thanks for being so understanding with me and Matt. Let’s just say we appreciated the alone time.”
“Oh, no worries. I would have expected the same if the situation was reversed.”