This is another story of my time with Jane from my last post.

As our relationship continued we grew into our mid 20s. Both of us still lived at home but we had friend’s that had their own places. There was one group of 3 friends that rented part of a fourplex. The ground floor was a normal kitchen, living room, dining room set up. They all had bedrooms upstairs. The finished basement was mostly a computer room. Two others had recently moved in, each claiming a corner of the basement as their bedroom alongside the 4-5 computers that were set up from various people in the house. We would game, watch YouTube videos, hangout, and drink quite a bit.

On these nights Jane and I would stay over and set up our own little bed in the basement along with the two others. Sometimes there were more people crashing there, just adding to the basement crowd. One of these regulars who had moved in was Dave (from my almost MFM story and someone who will come up in two others I have planned). He’s not involved, but regular readers might be interested in this side note.

Somehow we always woke up very early in the morning. Now everyone stayed up late and slept in as much as possible. So it may not be as early as I remember, but relative to this group’s normal wake up times it was fairly early. Everyone knows about morning wood and I would wake up as hard as can be next to Jane. She would notice and start playing with me while everyone else was fast asleep. Of course this just got me even more turned on.

My hand would end up travelling up her top and playing with those tits that I loved so much which just got her as horny as me. Eventually I would move my hand down into the shorts she always slept in there and fingers moved between her lips. She was always so incredibly wet. I loved how silky soft her slit felt as my fingers explored her and she’d part her legs for me, hand still firmly wrapped around my cock. I’d trace around her opening a few times before going in for the clit massage. She had taught me to rub her exactly where she liked it and I never failed to make her cum.

She never put on a big show with her orgasms. They were fairly simple and contained. I could tell by how she breathed and when her body tensed up and let out tiny little shudders along with an almost inaudible sigh. Days like this I was glad she was a quiet cummer because I could get her off without waking anyone else up.

After she had one or two orgasms she would roll onto her side and start giving me a proper handjob. Her hand would hold my shaft just right, stroking my cock at a nice medium speed. We would kiss, she would nibble on my ear, and she’d make sure her tits were out and pressed against my bare arm.

Jane quickly grew from the inexperienced hand in my last story to an expert at giving handjobs. Even 20 years later her handjobs were the best I’ve ever had. I was still in the stage where I was quiet when I would cum, that’s changed over the years, which was another bonus in this situation. She would jerk me off until she made me cum all over my chest. I would lay there, out of breath and completely satisfied. She’d fix her tank top and shorts before going to find some toilet paper to clean me up with. I loved the way she would lift my soft cock and clean up the mess of cum she made under the covers. Once I was cleaned up one of us would go flush the evidence and we’d drift back to sleep in each other’s arms.

This happened for about a year or so, nearly every single weekend. We both really got off on the idea that any one of the others could wake up and catch us. They never did, as far as I know. I can only say for sure that Dave never caught us because I specifically asked a few years after Jane and I split up.