John hadn't been able to stop giggling as he made his way from the common rooms up to the dorms but he couldn't really say what was so funny. It probably wasn't anything at all really, just a reaction to the combination of a few beers too many and a joint. It had been the last party of freshman year at Harvard and in a couple of weeks he and his bff from way back Ember would be going home for the summer. She was just a few steps behind him and then as he fumbled to put the key into the door to the room they shared he remembered what had been so funny. With the queue to the bathrooms extending for what had seemed like miles the two of them had snuck out behind the fratority because they both needed to pee desperately, (again the result of a few too many beers). And having chosen a tree next to the bush where Ember had squatted down John had let out a moan as he began to relieve his bladder.
"It is almost fucking better than cumming," he had said and started giggling.
This had sparked a jocular discussion on the topic of what orgasms felt like for the opposite sex which had been going on between giggles all the way up to the third floor and still was going on as he finally managed to get the key into the lock.
"So like ... it is kind of explosive, like when the cum shoots out of the cock ... like ... I dunno ... when you unblock a hose with water being pumped into it but with no release until you ... remove your thumb from the opening."
Ember followed John up the stairs to the room they shared in the co-ed dorm. Unfastening her skirt, she let it drop to the floor and flopped into her bed, her panty clad bottom breaking her otherwise board like frame as she lay on her tummy, head turned to the room.
"A blocked up garden hose?" she said, joining her friend in light airy laughter at that description of the male orgasm.
Slowly she got up and sat on her bed, sitting crosslegged, as she pulled her purse over and lit up another joint. Smoking in the dorms was an invitation for trouble but she was tipsy enough to ignore that particular risk right now.
She inhaled and coughed as he tried to hold the smoke in her petite body before she handed it to John. "So what if you just never take your thumb off the end? And why do so many boys struggle to put their thumb on it in the first place?" she asked with a smirk before blowing the smoke out, towards the window.
John had similarly removed his clothes all the way down to his boxer briefs and for some reason one sock, holding the other in his right hand. As he pondered the question he took a deep drag on the joint, held the smoke and exhaled slowly, almost pensively.
"Honestly, I think it actually goes back into the testicles and well then you get blue balls, I mean ... we ... us poor sods born with the damned uncomfortable things, we get blue balls and it fucking hurts like a motherfucker."
Suddenly much less giggly and more serious he sat down on the bed next to Ember, handing her back the joint.
"What about you then? I mean do you too get something like that if your orgasm is interrupted? Or if you don't have one for like several days?"
Ember grinned and rolled over on her back, aware of the warmth between her legs. She had been hoping for some kind of hook up that evening, but nothing had really come through and she idly ran and hand down her belly and over her panties. "So it hurts not to and that's why so many guys around here can't last more than 2 minutes?" she teased her old friend.
She pondered his question as she took another drag of the join. "It's hard to explain, with too many guys they only really start to warm me up before they're done. They think a few gasps and moans are the end. I don't even have to fake it because they think they already did it for me." she said somewhat sullenly. "In the end it just feels sorta empty and aching."
He hand the join back and then punched his upper arm playfully. "And you already know the answer to the second part. If I'm in the mood I'm like a cat in heat for a few days. But even then I don't think with my clit, the way you think with your dick." she said, sticking her tongue out at him. Her other hand was still stroking along the edges of her panties, inhibitions lowered. "It's hard to explain. I don't think you can really understand if you're not a girl."
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