Dear Diary
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Dear Diary ~ 9/05/2016 free porn video
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I've been in a weird mood for the last couple days, again.
I'm back in school now.... it always feels good to be back. It isn't that I don't love being home with my Mom... but I think I feel like a more independent person every day. I used to think I would be with my Dad forever... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only have my Mom to lean on, and I do, sometimes. It's complicated... but I know that when I'm on my own, and don't see her face every day, I'm not confronted with my guilt.
And my girlfriends... in every sense of the word... are all in the town where I go to college, and they welcomed me back vigorously. I actually made sure to get to my new dorm room a day early, because I knew I would need a day to rest before classes started, after they were done with me. ;)
But school started on a Tuesday, and I hit those classes, finally a senior. And then, as usual, I had a chem lab on Friday, from 5pm until 9pm. That's the one to which I was assigned Freshman year, and it sort of became a tradition with me. People think I'm crazy that I choose that time slot on purpose, as a senior, with first pick of classes. But hey, whatever works, right?
So I grab a muffin from the coffee place on the quad, and go to class. The lab is full of those 2-person tables, and I chose the one front and left of the room... another tradition... but before I sit down, I pull the Clorox wipes out of my bag and wipe down the table. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tables, and other nasty things get spilled and/or dissected on them. I don't touch them without applying bleach, first. Missy doesn't do biohazard.
Anyway, seven or eight others file in, most of them I've seen before, in this class or that... it's been a cozy 3 years, and we're the ones who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They're nice enough, but I've been partnered with most of them on some project or another in the past, and I'd really rather not do it again. I hate being the one doing all the work.
Time for class comes, and goes... we're waiting for the grad student TA... actual profs almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually tinier than me, arms full of folders and a bag over her shoulder, Asian, hair up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.
She takes out her book for roll call and is half way through when another student shows up. He's a sight... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short brown hair. Glasses. A brown checkered shirt, and jeans that look slightly too short for his legs. He looked like a gangly, walking string bean... and from now on I'll call him "Bean" for short, to be discrete. ;-) The TA takes one look at him, "Ah, you must be Bean, the child prodigy. Find a seat."
He nods, his eyes almost look panicked, behind his glasses. I don't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely empty table, or the empty seat beside me... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a heavy backpack on the table in front of him. I took a longish look at his profile... the poor boy has a few zits... how old is he? And... child prodigy? But now the TA has finished roll call and is getting ready to hand out the syllabus... for the moment I'm all business. But I can smell him, a little... coconut shampoo, maybe? My father used to use coconut shampoo.
After the TA went through the syllabus describing the 10 experiments we'd run over 14 weeks... and how several would be extended, requiring babysitting through the weekend... ugh, I hate those... and I hate when the profs pretend we don't have other classes besides theirs. But it's important to not let my mind wander.
And I just realize that I am getting long winded... perhaps I should get to the point of this Dear Diary entry...
It turns out Bean was a senior too... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a senior in college at the same time he was a senior in high school. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can come to his classes and science labs at the college all by himself. And... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the first break and I introduced myself, the poor thing could barely get his name out... I have no idea why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a broken, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and shook my hand and did his best to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he'd like to be lab partners for the semester, I saw him blush.
Oh my god, that is so cute. :)
Suddenly I was having a hard time concentrating, and I didn't know why. Well, I DID know why... I just didn't know why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.
The last two hours the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical reaction to display some property or another... simple, remedial stuff and I already knew the result was going to be a release of light and heat, and I knew approximately how much heat off the top of my head, but kept it to myself... and Bean knew it too. But we worked quickly together and set up our beakers and graduated cylinders and the burner and the stands and the pipettes. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our fingers would brush when touching this thing, or that... I actually felt MYSELF blushing when he would stammer out an apology for touching me. So respectful! What's going on?
We set up our experiment at the end of hour 3, and it was going to take about 40 minutes to get it up to temperature, so we had a little time.
I have no idea what came over me, I just know my mind was going places they haven't gone in so long... I leaned in close to him, "Bean, do you have a girlfriend?"
He looked me in the eye but couldn't hold my gaze.. "N..n...no..."
His hands were on his lap, and I took one in mine. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked him even lower.
He looked at me, turning deep red... and opened his mouth... and couldn't get anything out... but then just nodded...
I smiled at him, he smiled back. I whispered, "There's something I'd like to show you... meet me on the third floor ladies room in 2 minutes, ok?"
He nodded. I smiled, squeezed his hand, and left the room.
The third floor is professor offices, and none of them are on campus at 8pm on a Friday night, so I knew it would be deserted. I went to the ladies' restroom and waited... I was almost worried he wasn't going to come, when I heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then he's walking toward me.
Suddenly I was feeling shy... another feeling I haven't felt in years. He walked to me, stopping about 3 feet short. I held out my hand, he took it, and I pulled him into the ladies room.... where I knew there was a couch. I had both his hands now walking backwards, as I pulled him inside. I backed him to the couch, and pushed him, making him plop down on his butt.
Then I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the crotch of his jeans. I was kind of surprised at the bulk of what I felt in there. "Is this ok?" I asked him. His face was so red, he just swallowed and nodded.
"I hope you don't think this is slutty of me... I never do this... but... there's something about you..." as I am rubbing whatever he has in his pants, and I feel him hardening.
"N..n...no... not... sss ..sss.sssslutt... y. B..b...beautiful."
I gave him a big, genuine smile at that point.... what a nice boy... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled them down a little, reached into his boxers, and pulled out what I had been touching. And let me just say wow... Bean was BIG. "Oh my god," I said to him, looking up..."It's gorgeous."
His eyes were wide, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now hard cock... I'm wondering if I was the first girl to do this to him.
"Is this ok?" I ask, beginning to stroke his length, up and down. Up to this point I'd only ever held two penises in my hand.... one man I loved more than life itself, and the other was using me at a time in my life where that was ok with me. But this time... Bean... felt more like the first time. I was happy to be giving this boy... this man... pleasure. It made me feel things I haven't felt in a very long time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him... and I knew it didn't make any sense. I realized this as I was stroking his cock... and looking up into his face again, his eyes wide behind his glasses... his mouth open, beginning to breath hard. So dorky, so beautiful, I didn't even ask, I took him in my mouth.
I began to bob my head on him, taking him to the back of my throat. I used to be able to take a cock down my throat, but it had been so long, I think my gag reflex was back. I felt him on my tongue, I heard him gasp... OOPS! Teeth, right, men hate that. ;) I curled my lips around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head... just like how Daddy taught me. I was studying his shape with my mouth and tongue... feeling his veins, licking the head as I pulled him almost out of my mouth before plunging him back in to the back of my throat. Slightly salty taste... and I was still focusing on my technique, when suddenly without warning he's cumming in my mouth, flooding me. Oh it's been so long... and this boy tastes so good... maybe even better than... I bob my head, and swallow each jet of semen he ejaculates into my mouth. And there was a lot.
I hold still, let him finish, feel him throb, so pleased that I made him cum. I take him from my mouth and rest my head on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it rest against my cheek. I like the weight of it, even soft. He's leaning back, limp in every way, breathing hard, looking at the ceiling.
"Are you ok sweetie?" I ask with a smile.
Without moving, his breathing turns into a small laugh.... "Y..yes..." and then he laughs, and I laugh.
He lifts his head and looks down on me, cuddling his penis... "W...why did y..yy...you...?"
I have no idea what or how to answer him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do things. I give his penis a little kiss, and start tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, hold out my hands and pull him up. He's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. "Get dressed, go back to class, check our experiment. I'll be down in a minute."
The poor, dear boy... he leaned in to kiss me, eyes closed. No... not yet... why did I suck him off? I pull back and slap his cheek lightly, "Now don't get fresh, go to class. Go!" But I'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a deep breath, walked over to the sink, and looked in the mirror. I have some of his cum on my cheek from the end... and gives me a shiver, and makes my knees weak, suddenly, seeing cum on my face, again... something I haven't' seen since before Daddy died. And suddenly I'm so hot between my legs... delayed reaction to giving Bean a blowjob? Probably not, probably I'm just now noticing it...
My labcoat is already open, I reach up under my skirt, my panties are soaked. With one hand holding on to the sink and the other in my panties I touch myself, thinking about Daddy... and Bean... and Bean's cock, and the cum I can still taste in my mouth... and sucking him off again.... and suddenly I'm cumming in the third floor ladies' restroom. I've never cum in HERE before.
I finish, I don't think I cried out, I taste my fingers... old habit. I open my eyes, I'm now flushed... I see his cum. Without thinking I wipe it with my finger and pop it in my mouth. I splash some water on my face, my cheeks feel so hot. I do it again, it's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, pull some cherry lip gloss out of my lab coat pocket, put it on my dry lips. There, much better.
Back in class our experiment is almost done... and Bean... the poor boy... can't keep his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly finish our experiment, taking the last measurements, and I'm pleased when the TA says we got the expected results. Not every table did as well.
"Let's clean up," I say to Bean, and I feel a little bad when I see the confusion on his face, because I know I'm being kind of cold. I just think that the ladies room was fun, but in the lab, it's business.... and I'm not used to having to make these delineations.
Class is almost over, we're all packing up. I don't want to give him my number... because of reasons... and it's old fashioned, but I write down my email and tell him we'll need to keep in touch, now that we're lab partners. I made sure to touch his hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a small smile and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.
"See you next Friday," I whispered to him, and left the room. I didn't need to look back, I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to give my hips a little more sway. I want him to look.
When I got back to the dorm I took a shower, and went back to my room in my robe.
I had a new email waiting for me, he said he's completely in shock that he got to mess around with, and I'll quote this, "The most gorgeous girl I've ever seen." That part makes me smile. And he asked why did I choose a complete dork like him when I could have anybody?
This boy may not have much experience, but he certainly knows how to say the right things.
I have a feeling there's going to be some sexual tension in the lab next Friday.
I may have to fuck him just so we can get some work done.
~ To be continued ~ -->
Stevie
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