Note : This diary entranceway was written a few yr ago when I was a senior in college.

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I 've been in a weird humour for the last couple sidereal day, again.

I 'm back in school now .... it always feels commodity to be back. It is n't that I do n't jazz being home with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more independent person every day. I used to recall I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only have my Mom to slant 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 lady friend ... in every common sense of the watchword ... 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 stay before course of instruction started, after they were done with me. ; )

But schoolhouse started on a Tuesday, and I hit those year, 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 newcomer year, and it variety of became a custom with me. People think I 'm crazy that I choose that meter slot on purpose, as a fourth-year, with first pick of classes. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a muffin from the java place on the quad, and go to class. The lab is full of those 2-person tables, and I chose the one front and leftfield of the room ... another tradition ... but before I sit down, I pull the Clorox wipes out of my bag and wipe down the mesa. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tables, and early tight things get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't touch them without applying bleach, first. girl does n't do biohazard.

Anyway, seven or eight others file in, most of them I 've seen before, in this course of study or that ... it 's been a cosy 3 yr, 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 times, and I 'd really rather not do it again. I hate being the one doing all the work.

fourth dimension for course of instruction comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the graduate student TA ... factual prof almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually tinier than me, branch entire of brochure and a bag over her shoulder, Asian, hair up, a pencil in her sassing, looking very flustered.

She takes out her Christian Bible for curl yell and is one-half way through when another student shows up. He 's a sight ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, shortly brown hair. specs. A Brown checked shirt, and jeans that look slightly too short for his legs. He looked like a gangly, walking string edible bean ... and from now on I 'll scream him `` bonce '' for short, to be discrete. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the youngster prognostic. detect a seat. ``

He nods, his centre almost look panicked, behind his glasses. I do n't bed what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely void board, 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 miserable boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... tyke presage ? But now the TA has finished roll call and is getting ready to helping hand out the program ... for the moment I 'm all business. But I can smell him, a little ... coconut meat 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 make-believe we do n't have other classes besides theirs. But it 's crucial to not let my creative thinker wander.

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

It turns out edible bean was a senior too ... in high gear school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a aged in college at the same sentence he was a fourth-year in high shoal. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can derive to his classes and science science laboratory at the college all by himself. And ... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the first breach and I introduced myself, the pathetic thing could barely get his name out ... I have no theme why I felt that was so adorable. He was almost like a broken, genius-level pup. But he was terribly civil and shook my hand and did his best to appear 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 did n't know why. Well, I DID get it on why ... I just did n't know why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The end two hours the TA wanted us to run a spry chemical reaction to expose some place or another ... simple, curative stuff and I already knew the result was going to be a release of light and heating plant, and I knew approximately how much heat off the top of my psyche, 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 point of view and the pipette. 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 stutter out an apology for touching me. So respectful ! What 's going on ?

We set up our experiment at the end of time of day 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 estimate what came over me, I just experience my intellect was going places they have n't gone in so hanker ... I leaned in come together to him, `` bonce, do you have 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 think 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 care to testify you ... meet me on the third floor Lady room in 2 minute, ok ? ``

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

The third story is professor office, and none of them are on campus at 8pm on a Fri night, so I knew it would be deserted. I went to the ladies'convenience and waited ... I was almost worried he was n't going to hail, when I heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another feeling I have n't felt in years. He walked to me, stopping about 3 feet short-change. I held out my hand, he took it, and I pulled him into the dame 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 branch, smiled up at him, and rested my paw 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 look was so red, he just swallowed and nodded.

'' I hope you do n't opine this is slutty of me ... I never do this ... but ... there 's something about you ... '' as I am rubbing whatever he has in his knickers, and I feel him hardening.

'' N..n ... no ... not ... sss ..sss.sssslutt ... y. B..b ... beautiful. ``

I gave him a big, literal smile at that point .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled them down a lilliputian, reached into his shorts, and pulled out what I had been touching. And let me just say wow ... dome 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 backbreaking cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the first girl to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his duration, up and down. Up to this dot I 'd only ever held two phallus in my hand .... one man I loved more than life itself, and the former was using me at a time in my spirit where that was ok with me. But this time ... Bean ... felt more like the low time. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... pleasure. It made me feel thing I have n't felt in a very long time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't make any sense. I realized this as I was stroking his cock ... and looking up into his face again, his eyes wide of the mark behind his glasses ... his mouth undefended, 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 binding 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 knife, I heard him gasp ... OOPS ! Teeth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my backtalk around them, started sucking, and bobbing my headspring ... just like how Daddy taught me. I was studying his soma with my oral cavity and tongue ... feeling his vein, licking the head teacher 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 proficiency, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my sassing, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so good ... maybe even better than ... I bob my head, and bury each jet of seed he ejaculates into my oral fissure. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him finish, experience him throb, so pleased that I made him cum. I take him from my mouth and stay my head on his thigh, holding his softening peter, letting it rest against my cheek. I like the weight unit of it, even subdued. He 's leaning back, limp in every way, breathing strong, looking at the ceiling.

'' Are you ok sweetie ? '' I ask with a smile.

Without moving, his breathing turns into a low gag .... `` 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 thing. I give his penis a lilliputian buss, and take up tucking it away into his boxershorts. I stand up, hold out my hired hand and pull him up. He 's much tall than me. It gives me a shiver. `` Get dressed, go back to class, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The poor, love boy ... he leaned in to snog 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 fresh, go to class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a oceanic abyss breathing space, walked over to the cesspit, 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 boldness, again ... something I have n't'seen since before daddy died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my leg ... delayed reaction to giving dome a blowjob ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already open, I reach up under my skirt, my pantie are soaked. With one hired hand holding on to the cesspool and the early in my panty I touch myself, thinking about Daddy ... and attic ... and Bean 's cock, and the cum I can still smack in my mouth ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the third floor ladies'public lavatory. I 've never cum in here before.

I finish, I do n'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 system on my face, my impertinence feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my tomentum back together, pull some cherry lip semblance out of my lab coat pocket, put it on my dry lips. There, lots better.

back in stratum our experimentation is almost done ... and noggin ... the short boy ... ca n't stay fresh 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 result. Not every table did as well.

'' Let 's clean up, '' I say to bean, and I feel a picayune bad when I see the confusion on his face, because I know I 'm being sort of frigidness. I just think that the madam room was fun, but in the lab, it 's occupation .... and I 'm not used to having to make these delineation.

Class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't require to generate him my number ... because of rationality ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my e-mail and tell him we 'll need to keep in touch, now that we 're lab collaborator. I made sure to tinge his script when I gave it to him, and gave him a small grin and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the room. I did n't take to look back, I felt his eye on me as I walked away. I tried to give my hips a little Sir Thomas More sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the dormitory 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 young lady I 've ever seen. '' That theatrical role makes me smiling. And he asked why did I take a pure jerk like him when I could own anybody ?

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

I have a intuitive feeling there 's going to be some sexual tension in the lab adjacent Friday.

I may let to fuck him just so we can get some work done.

~ To be continued ~