Note : This diary submission was written a few years ago when I was a senior in college.

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I 've been in a weird mood for the last couple days, again.

I 'm back in shoal now .... it always feels in force to be back. It is n't that I do n't love being place 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 look 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 mother wit of the intelligence ... 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 take a day to rest before classes started, after they were done with me. ; )

But school started on a Tuesday, and I hit those course, finally a elder. And then, as usual, I had a chem lab on Friday, from 5pm until 9pm. That 's the one to which I was assigned fresher yr, and it kind of became a tradition with me. the great unwashed think I 'm mad that I choose that clip slot on determination, as a senior, with first filling of division. 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 way ... another tradition ... but before I sit down, I pull the Clorox wipes out of my bag and pass over down the board. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tables, and other nasty thing get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't disturb them without applying bleaching agent, first. Missy does n't do biohazard.

Anyway, seven or eight others file in, most of them I 've seen before, in this family or that ... it 's been a cosy 3 eld, and we 're the I who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're gracious enough, but I 've been partnered with most of them on some projection 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 social class comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the grad student TA ... actual professor almost never hang out for the science lab. Finally she shows up, actually diminutive than me, arms broad of folders and a bag over her shoulder, Asiatic, hair up, a pencil in her mouthpiece, looking very flustered.

She takes out her script for roller song and is half way through when another scholar shows up. He 's a mickle ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short John Brown whisker. Glasses. A John Brown checkered shirt, and jeans that look slightly too short for his peg. He looked like a gangly, walking string edible bean ... and from now on I 'll yell him `` Bean '' for short, to be distinct. ; - ) The TA takes one tone at him, `` Ah, you must be attic, the child prodigy. Find a hindquarters. ``

He nods, his eyes almost look terrified, behind his specs. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely vacuous table, or the empty prat 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 short boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... child prognostic ? But now the TA has finished scroll call and is getting ready to hand out the syllabus ... for the moment I 'm all line. But I can reek him, a fiddling ... coconut shampoo, maybe ? My Father used to use coco palm shampoo.

After the TA went through the syllabus describing the 10 experiment 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 judgment wander.

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

It turns out Bean was a senior too ... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a fourth-year in college at the Same time he was a senior in richly schooltime. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can descend to his classes and scientific discipline labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a terrible stammer. When we had the first-class honours degree break and I introduced myself, the poor affair 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 adept 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 cunning. : )

Suddenly I was having a severe sentence concentrating, and I did n't screw why. Well, I DID know why ... I just did n't lie with why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The death two time of day the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical reaction to expose some dimension or another ... simple, remedial stuff and I already knew the answer 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 noodle 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 digit would sweep 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 experimentation at the end of time of day 3, and it was going to take about 40 moment to get it up to temperature, so we had a little time.

I have no estimate what came over me, I just acknowledge my mind was going places they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in close to him, `` Bean, do you experience a girlfriend ? ``

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

His hands were on his lap, and I took one in mine. `` Do you remember 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 depict 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 gear floor is professor situation, 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 worry he was n't going to come, when I heard his pace on the stairs, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another tactual sensation I have n't felt in years. He walked to me, stopping about 3 feet short. I held out my mitt, he took it, and I pulled him into the gentlewoman room .... where I knew there was a cast. I had both his work force now walking backwards, as I pulled him inside. I backed him to the lounge, and pushed him, making him plonk down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his branch, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the crotch of his dungaree. I was kind of surprised at the majority 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 pant, 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 tip .... what a dainty 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 ... attic was BIG. `` Oh my god, '' I said to him, looking up ... '' It 's gorgeous. ``

His eyes were wide, looking down at my mitt wrapped around his now arduous cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the number one fille 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 phallus in my hired man .... one man I loved more than life sentence itself, and the other was using me at a fourth dimension in my life where that was ok with me. But this time ... edible bean ... felt more like the number one sentence. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... pleasure. It made me feel things 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 sentiency. I realized this as I was stroking his cock ... and looking up into his fount again, his eyes wide behind his chalk ... his sass open, beginning to breath heavily. 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 cock down my pharynx, but it had been so long, I think my gag reflex was back. I felt him on my spit, I heard him gasp ... OOPS ! dentition, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my backtalk 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 vein, licking the fountainhead as I pulled him almost out of my mouth before plunging him back in to the vertebral column of my pharynx. Slightly piquant gustatory perception ... and I was still focusing on my technique, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my sass, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so goodness ... maybe even better than ... I bob my read/write head, and eat up each jet of cum he ejaculates into my mouth. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him land up, experience him throb, so pleased that I made him cum. I take him from my oral fissure and remain my head on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it rest against my cheek. I like the free 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 turning into a little laugh .... `` Y..yes ... '' and then he laughs, and I laugh.

He lifts his promontory and looks down on me, cuddling his penis ... `` W ... why did y..yy ... you ... ? ``

I have no theme what or how to reply him. I have no musical theme why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do things. I give his penis a small kiss, and take up tucking it away into his boxer. I stand up, hold out my hands and overstretch him up. He 's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to year, break our experiment. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The poor, dearest boy ... he leaned in to osculate me, eyes closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his nerve lightly, `` Now do n't get fresh, go to stratum. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a deep breathing time, 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 expression, again ... something I have n't'seen since before Daddy died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my wooden leg ... 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 helping hand holding on to the sink and the other in my pantie I touch myself, thinking about dada ... and edible bean ... and Bean 's rooster, and the cum I can still taste in my mouth ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the 3rd floor ma'am'toilet facility. I 've never cum in here before.

I finish, I do n't guess I cried out, I taste my finger's breadth ... 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 expression, my face feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my hairsbreadth back together, pluck some cherry lip gloss out of my lab pelage sack, put it on my dry lips. There, much better.

rachis in class our experiment is almost done ... and bonce ... the poor boy ... ca n't keep his center off me. I calmly and quietly polish off our experimentation, taking the concluding measuring, and I 'm pleased when the TA says we got the expected consequence. Not every table did as well.

'' Let 's clean up, '' I say to dome, and I feel a little bad when I see the confusedness 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 name these delineations.

Class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to give him my bit ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and evidence him we 'll need to keep in adjoin, 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 Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the room. I did n't need to look back, I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to chip in my rose hip a little Sir Thomas More tilt. I want him to look.

When I got back to the residence hall I took a cascade, and went back to my room in my robe.

I had a new e-mail waiting for me, he said he 's completely in impact that he got to mess up around with, and I 'll quote this, `` The most gorgeous female child I 've ever seen. '' That constituent makes me smile. And he asked why did I choose a complete dork like him when I could suffer anybody ?

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

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

I may birth to fuck him just so we can get some workplace done.

~ To be continued ~