note of hand : This journal entry was written a few twelvemonth ago when I was a senior in college.

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I 've been in a Weird mood for the last couple years, again.

I 'm back in shoal now .... it always feels good to be back. It is n't that I do n't love being abode with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more independent person every day. I used to cogitate 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 do n't see her face every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my girl ... 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 catch one's breath before course started, after they were done with me. ; )

But school day started on a Tuesday, and I hit those course of instruction, finally a elderly. And then, as usual, I had a chem lab on Fri, from 5pm until 9pm. That 's the one to which I was assigned fledgeling yr, and it sort of became a custom with me. People think I 'm crazy that I choose that metre slot on intent, as a elderly, with first base pick of classes. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a muffin from the java post on the quad, and go to category. The lab is wide-cut of those 2-person tables, and I chose the one nominal head and left wing 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 board, and other filthy thing get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't extend to them without applying bleach, first. Missy does n't do biohazard.

Anyway, seven or eight others file in, nigh of them I 've seen before, in this socio-economic class or that ... it 's been a intimate 3 long time, and we 're the 1 who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're nice enough, but I 've been partnered with most of them on some undertaking 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 family comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the grad student TA ... actual prof almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually tinier than me, arms full of booklet and a bag over her shoulder, Asian, whisker up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her ledger for roll call option and is one-half way through when another scholar shows up. He 's a sight ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short brown haircloth. Glasses. A Brown University chequer shirt, and denim that look slightly too unawares for his stage. He looked like a gangly, walking string bean ... and from now on I 'll call him `` bean '' for shortstop, to be discrete. ; - ) The TA takes one feeling at him, `` Ah, you must be edible bean, the tike omen. observe a posterior. ``

He nods, his middle almost look panic-stricken, behind his glass. I do n't be intimate what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely empty mesa, or the empty-bellied ass beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a sonorous back pack on the table in front of him. I took a longish look at his profile ... the poor people boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... fry prodigy ? But now the TA has finished roster yell and is getting prepare to script out the syllabus ... for the second I 'm all byplay. 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 experimentation we 'd run over 14 weeks ... and how various would be extended, requiring babysitting through the weekend ... ugh, I hate those ... and I hate when the prof pretend we do n't throw other course besides theirs. But it 's important to not let my nous wander.

And I just realize that I am getting long winded ... perhaps I should get to the distributor point of this Dear Diary entry ...

It turns out Bean was a fourth-year too ... in high school schoolhouse. He started taking college course of study online, and was now a senior in college at the same fourth dimension he was a elder in high schoolhouse. This yr his parents bought him a car, and now he can derive to his socio-economic class and science laboratory at the college all by himself. And ... he had a dreadful stutter. When we had the first rupture and I introduced myself, the pathetic thing could barely get his name out ... I have no musical theme why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a break dance, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and throw off my script and did his best to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he 'd care to be lab better half for the semester, I saw him blush.

Oh my god, that is so cute. : )

Suddenly I was having a hard prison term concentrating, and I did n't acknowledge why. Well, I DID know why ... I just did n't know why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The concluding two hour the TA wanted us to run a warm chemical chemical reaction to display some property or another ... simple, remedial stuff and I already knew the upshot was going to be a dismissal of light and heat, and I knew approximately how lots heat off the top of my point, 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 finger's breadth would sweep when touching this affair, or that ... I actually felt MYSELF blushing when he would stammer out an apology for touching me. So reverential ! What 's going on ?

We set up our experiment at the end of hour 3, and it was going to take about 40 second to get it up to temperature, so we had a little time.

I have no approximation what came over me, I just know my mind was going stead they have n't gone in so recollective ... I leaned in closely to him, `` noodle, do you give birth a girlfriend ? ``

He looked me in the eye but could n't hold my gaze.. `` N..n ... no ... ''

His script were on his lap, and I took one in mine. `` Do you reckon I 'm pretty ? '' I asked him even lower.

He looked at me, turning deep red ... and opened his mouth ... and could n'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 ... get together me on the third floor gentlewoman way in 2 minutes, ok ? ``

He nodded. I smiled, squeezed his paw, and left the room.

The third level is professor part, 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 was n't going to occur, when I heard his pace on the stair, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another flavor I have n't felt in twelvemonth. He walked to me, stopping about 3 feet short. I held out my hired man, he took it, and I pulled him into the madam elbow room .... where I knew there was a couch. I had both his deal now walking backwards, as I pulled him inside. I backed him to the sofa, and pushed him, making him plunk down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his peg, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the crotch of his blue jean. I was kind of surprised at the volume 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 do n'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 grin at that tip .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his drawers, pulled them down a footling, reached into his boxer, and pulled out what I had been touching. And let me just say wow ... attic was BIG. `` Oh my god, '' I said to him, looking up ... '' It 's gorgeous. ``

His centre were wide, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now knockout cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the first base young lady 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 penis in my script .... 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 sentence ... bean plant ... felt more like the first clip. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... pleasure. It made me experience matter I have n't felt in a very hanker time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't pee-pee any sense. I realized this as I was stroking his cock ... and looking up into his face again, his eyes panoptic behind his Methedrine ... his backtalk open, beginning to breath hard. So dorky, so beautiful, I did n'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 prick down my throat, but it had been so long, I think my gag physiological reaction was back. I felt him on my natural language, I heard him pant ... OOPS ! tooth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my lips around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head ... just like how pa taught me. I was studying his shape with my back talk and knife ... feeling his nervure, 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 gustatory perception ... and I was still focusing on my proficiency, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my mouth, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so safe ... maybe even improve than ... I bob my question, 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 balance against my buttock. I like the weight of it, even piano. 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 turn of events into a small laugh .... `` Y..yes ... '' and then he laughs, and I laugh.

He lifts his head word and looks down on me, cuddling his phallus ... `` W ... why did y..yy ... you ... ? ``

I have no idea what or how to serve him. I have no approximation why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do things. I give his penis a piddling kiss, and jump tucking it away into his boxer. I stand up, hold out my men and deplume him up. He 's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to class, gibe our experimentation. I 'll be down in a min. ``

The poor, darling boy ... he leaned in to osculate me, eyes closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his cheek lightly, `` Now do n't get refreshed, go to social class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the way. I took a mystifying 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 frisson, and makes my knees weak, suddenly, seeing cum on my face, again ... something I have n't'seen since before pa died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my pegleg ... delayed reaction to giving bonce a blowjob ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already candid, I reach up under my annulus, my pantie are soaked. With one hired man holding on to the sink and the other in my pantie I touch myself, thinking about dad ... and Bean ... and edible 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 storey dame'public lavatory. I 've never cum in Hera before.

I finish, I do n't opine I cried out, I taste my fingers ... old habit. I open my optic, 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 facial expression, my cheeks feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool off and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, pull some cherry lip gloss out of my lab coating pocket, put it on my dry lips. There, a lot better.

spinal column in class our experiment is almost done ... and bean ... the poor boy ... ca n't keep his oculus off me. I calmly and quietly finish our experimentation, taking the last measuring, and I 'm proud of when the TA says we got the expected results. Not every mesa did as well.

'' Let 's strip up, '' I say to bonce, and I feel a niggling bad when I see the confusion on his case, because I know I 'm being form 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 name these characterisation.

socio-economic class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't require to give way him my number ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my e-mail and tell apart him we 'll need to keep in hint, now that we 're lab partners. I made for sure to refer his handwriting when I gave it to him, and gave him a lowly smile and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the room. I did n't need to look back, I felt his center on me as I walked away. I tried to throw my coxa a little to a greater extent sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the dorm I took a exhibitioner, and went back to my way 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 cite this, `` The most gorgeous girl I 've ever seen. '' That part makes me smile. And he asked why did I select a complete dork like him when I could let anybody ?

This boy may not have much experience, but he certainly knows how to say the right things.

I have a tone there 's going to be some sexual stress in the lab following Friday.

I may cause to have it away him just so we can get some work done.

~ To be continued ~