“It’s OK, Jack. Everyone does it, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Jack didn’t reply, but felt mortified that she would bring it up. He made a pained face, and she ran her fingers through his hair to try and comfort him.
“Don’t worry, honey, it won’t be long before you get a real girlfriend,” she said, then paused. “But that doesn’t mean you will stop touching yourself. Everyone does that, because it feels good.”
“Even you, Mirnda?”
“Jack!” she said in admonishment of his suggestion that she too pleasured herself.
“Well…I…you, er…”
“Want me to leave you to it?”
“So you can leave and take care of yourself too?” Jack said, feeling bold now. He was half annoyed and half turned on, wanting to have fun with her.
“Jack, I swear to god. You’re a naughty, cheeky boy.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Jack said with a smile.
“Fine. Yes, of course, I’m like everyone else and…”
“Touch yourself for pleasure?”
She sighed. “Yes, I suppose so,” she replied after a pause.
“You suppose so, what?”
“Jack Smith. Don’t push it,” Mirnda said sternly, but Jack could tell she was amused. “Anyway, did you like your date?”
“Yes, Rakhi was very nice.”
“Oh good. Do you think you’ll see her again?”
“Yes, I should think so, but…”
“But…?”
“She didn’t seem too…er…keen, y’know…”
“Well, treat her with respect, try to have a nice time, become friends and maybe things will develop…”
“Urgo and his date seemed to be, well, you know…”
Mirnda looked at him sympathetically.
“Mirnda, am I…not attractive?” Jack was feeling genuinely insecure. “Do I not have what girls want?”
“Babe, trust me, you have what girls want,” Mirnda said quickly then broke off. “Um…you’re a very lovely boy and any girl would be lucky to have you, OK?” Jack nodded, but didn’t want to let her comment go.
“What did you mean, “trust me”…?”
Mirnda gave him another funny look, then sighed and put her hand on his chest. “I meant…I’ve seen you, I…”
“Just now, you mean?”
Another pause and sigh. “Yes…you have what girls want, Jack, OK? Don’t be insecure.”
Jack needed more. “Is it…big enough?” Mirnda pulled a face, half awkwardness and half amusement.
“Yes, it’s big. It’s…very, um…” she stopped and Jack waited for her to go on, eyebrows raised. “Any girl would love to…” it was her turn to be embarrassed now.
“To what?”
“Jack, you perfectly well what!” Mirnda said and they both laughed. She leaned down, pressing her bosoms against his chest and gave me a loving kiss on the cheek. She stayed in that position and smiled. “You want me to leave so you can…”
“Continue masturbating?” Jack said with a naughty smile. Mirnda let out another sigh, but there was a glint in her eye. Purposefully, Jack looked down her dress and caught sight of her magnificent chest. He wanted her to do it for him, to ease his frustration, to stroke his cock till he came.
“No, I’d rather you stay,” Jack said at last. Mirnda sat up and smiled at him.
“OK, I can hang out for a few minutes but let me change, OK? This dress isn’t particularly comfy and I need to relax.” Mirnda walked away and Jack lay there, nervous, excited but not very hopeful that she would fulfill his dreams. She returned a few minutes later in her pink silky robe, done up tight, and a little trace of a white lace number underneath. She walked around to the other side of the bed, lifted up the covers a little, lay down and covered herself up. Jack realized then that he was completely nude, but decided not to say anything about it. She put her head down on a pillow and looked at him. She seemed a little sad.
“How was your evening, Mirnda?” Jack asked, laying down facing her. Their faces were about a foot apart and most of thier upper bodies were revealed, Jack’s bare, hers under her night clothes.
