Note : This diary entry was written a few days ago when I was a fourth-year in college.

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I 've been in a weird mode for the finish couple twenty-four hours, again.

I 'm back in school day now .... it always feels salutary to be back. It is n't that I do n't have intercourse being menage 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 list 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 girlfriends ... in every good 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 take a breather 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 neophyte year, and it kind of became a tradition with me. hoi polloi think I 'm wild that I choose that time slot on design, as a senior, with first plectrum of grade. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a gem from the coffee place on the quadruplet, and go to course. The lab is entire of those 2-person mesa, and I chose the one straw man and left of the room ... another custom ... 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 mesa, and other nasty things get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't extend to them without applying blanching agent, first. Missy does n't do biohazard.

Anyway, seven or eight others file in, nearly of them I 've seen before, in this class or that ... it 's been a cozy 3 twelvemonth, and we 're the ones who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're gracious enough, but I 've been partnered with virtually 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 grade comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the alum student TA ... factual professor almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually flyspeck than me, sleeve full of folders and a bag over her shoulder joint, Asian, hair up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her al-Qur'an 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, curtly brown hair. Methedrine. A Brown University chequer shirt, and denim that look slightly too suddenly for his legs. He looked like a gangly, walking string bean ... and from now on I 'll shout him `` noodle '' for abruptly, to be distinct. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the child prognostic. observe a buttocks. ``

He nods, his eyes almost look panic-struck, behind his glasses. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his pick a completely empty table, or the empty tail end beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a heavy packsack on the table in figurehead of him. I took a longish feel at his visibility ... the poor boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... child prognostication ? But now the TA has finished roll song and is getting ready to hand out the syllabus ... for the bit I 'm all patronage. But I can smack him, a picayune ... cocoa palm shampoo, maybe ? My Padre 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 prof pretend we do n'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 older too ... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a aged in college at the Same prison term he was a senior in high-pitched schooling. This yr 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 initiatory rupture and I introduced myself, the poor matter could barely get his public figure out ... I have no mind why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a broken, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly civilised and shook my deal and did his best to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he 'd like to be lab partner 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 sleep together why. Well, I DID eff why ... I just did n't know why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The last two hour the TA wanted us to run a fast chemical chemical reaction to display some holding or another ... simpleton, curative stuff and I already knew the event was going to be a release of Light Within and heat, and I knew approximately how a great deal 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 pipette. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our finger's breadth would sweep when touching this thing, 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 minute to get it up to temperature, so we had a minuscule time.

I have no theme what came over me, I just sleep together my mind was going place they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in faithful to him, `` noodle, do you deliver a lady friend ? ``

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

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

He looked at me, turning rich 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 prove you ... meet me on the third floor madam way in 2 transactions, ok ? ``

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

The 3rd flooring 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 noblewoman'restroom and waited ... I was almost worried he was n't going to come, when I heard his pace on the steps, 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 pes short-circuit. I held out my script, he took it, and I pulled him into the ladies elbow room .... where I knew there was a sofa. I had both his hands now walking backwards, as I pulled him inside. I backed him to the lounge, and pushed him, making him plunk down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the private parts 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 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 grinning at that point .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his trouser, pulled them down a petty, 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 eye were blanket, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now hard pecker ... I 'm wondering if I was the first girlfriend to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his length, up and down. Up to this item 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 have n't felt in a very foresightful clock time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't wee-wee any signified. I realized this as I was stroking his cock ... and looking up into his face again, his eyes wide behind his eyeglasses ... his mouth open, beginning to breath voiceless. So dorky, so beautiful, I did n't even ask, I took him in my mouth.

I began to bob my straits on him, taking him to the back of my throat. I used to be able to take a putz 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 heave ... 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 rima oris and tongue ... feeling his veins, licking the head as I pulled him almost out of my lip before plunging him back in to the back of my throat. Slightly salty tasting ... 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 dear ... 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 please that I made him cum. I take him from my mouthpiece and pillow my head on his thigh, holding his softening shaft, letting it stay against my cheek. I like the system of weights of it, even gentle. 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 number into a low 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 suffice him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do things. I give his penis a small kiss, and start up tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, hold out my hands and pull up him up. He 's much marvelous than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to class, control our experiment. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The misfortunate, dearly boy ... he leaned in to osculate me, heart 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 year. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a cryptical breathing place, walked over to the sump, and looked in the mirror. I have some of his cum on my impudence from the end ... and gives me a shudder, and makes my knees weak, suddenly, seeing cum on my face, again ... something I have n't'seen since before Daddy died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my legs ... delayed chemical reaction to giving noodle a blowjob ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already clear, I reach up under my skirt, my pantie are soaked. With one script holding on to the sink and the early in my step-in I touch myself, thinking about Daddy ... and attic ... 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 tierce storey ladies'restroom. I 've never cum in Here before.

I finish, I do n't retrieve I cried out, I taste my fingers ... old riding 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 look, my cheeks feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my hairsbreadth back together, draw in some cherry lip semblance out of my lab coat air hole, put it on my dry lips. There, a great deal better.

rear in class our experiment is almost done ... and Bean ... the poor boy ... ca n't keep his heart off me. I calmly and quietly finish our experiment, taking the last measuring, and I 'm please 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 picayune bad when I see the discombobulation on his typeface, because I know I 'm being kind of coldness. I just think that the noblewoman room was fun, but in the lab, it 's business .... and I 'm not used to having to make these line drawing.

socio-economic class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't desire to give him my figure ... because of ground ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and secern him we 'll need to continue in touch, now that we 're lab partners. I made sure to touch his deal when I gave it to him, and gave him a small smile and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you side by side Fri, '' I whispered to him, and left the elbow room. I did n't need to look back, I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to open my pelvic girdle a little more sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the residence hall 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 impact that he got to mess around with, and I 'll quote this, `` The most gorgeous miss I 've ever seen. '' That piece makes me smile. And he asked why did I select a utter dork like him when I could let anybody ?

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

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

I may ingest to sleep with him just so we can get some work done.

~ To be continued ~