Note : This journal entry was written a few days ago when I was a senior in college.

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

I 'm back in school now .... it always feels good to be back. It is n't that I do n't know being domicile with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more fencesitter person every day. I used to believe I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only suffer my Mom to run on, and I do, sometimes. It 's complicated ... but I know that when I 'm on my own, and do n't see her expression every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my girlfriend ... in every common sense of the Logos ... are all in the town where I go to college, and they welcomed me back vigorously. I actually made sure as shooting to get to my new dorm room a day early, because I knew I would need a day to lie before classes started, after they were done with me. ; )

But schoolhouse started on a Tuesday, and I hit those division, 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 year, and it kind of became a tradition with me. People think I 'm crazy that I choose that prison term expansion slot on purpose, as a aged, with first base woof of form. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a muffin from the coffee plaza on the quad, and go to course of instruction. The lab is full phase of the moon of those 2-person tables, and I chose the one figurehead 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 tables, and other nasty matter get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't touch them without applying bleach, first. Missy does n'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 tea cozy 3 years, and we 're the unity who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're prissy enough, but I 've been partnered with most of them on some undertaking or another in the yesteryear, 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 educatee TA ... factual profs almost never hang out for the laboratory. Finally she shows up, actually midget than me, arms full of booklet and a bag over her shoulder, Asiatic, hair up, a pencil in her rima oris, looking very flustered.

She takes out her book for curlicue outcry and is one-half way through when another student shows up. He 's a sight ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, brusque Robert Brown hairsbreadth. Glasses. A brown checked shirt, and jean 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 shortstop, to be discrete. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the fry omen. Find a rear end. ``

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-bellied table, or the empty seat beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a heavy knapsack on the table in front of him. I took a longish feeling at his profile ... the poor boy has a few zit ... how old is he ? And ... fry prodigy ? But now the TA has finished bowl call and is getting ready to paw out the syllabus ... for the present moment I 'm all patronage. But I can smack him, a little ... coconut shampoo, maybe ? My father used to use coconut shampoo.

After the TA went through the course of study describing the 10 experiments we 'd run over 14 calendar week ... 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 cause early 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 dearest journal entree ...

It turns out bean was a senior too ... in heights schooling. He started taking college course of instruction online, and was now a aged in college at the same clip he was a senior in luxuriously schooltime. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can come to his family and science labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a unspeakable stutter. When we had the showtime break and I introduced myself, the wretched thing could barely get his gens out ... I have no melodic theme why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a intermit, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and judder my hired man and did his secure 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 strong time concentrating, and I did n't fuck 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 cobbler's last two hours the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical substance reaction to display some dimension or another ... simple, therapeutic hooey and I already knew the resultant was going to be a release of light and heating, and I knew approximately how much heat off the top of my head, but kept it to myself ... and edible bean knew it too. But we worked quickly together and set up our beakers and graduated cylinders and the burner and the stand and the pipette. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our finger 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 experiment at the end of hour 3, and it was going to require 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 do it my brain was going places they have n't gone in so foresighted ... I leaned in closing 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 think I 'm pretty ? '' I asked him even lower.

He looked at me, turning abstruse 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 ... meet me on the third floor Lady room in 2 minutes, ok ? ``

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

The third gear level is professor offices, and none of them are on campus at 8pm on a Friday dark, so I knew it would be deserted. I went to the ma'am'restroom and waited ... I was almost disturbed he was n't going to occur, when I heard his footfall on the step, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another touch I have n't felt in years. He walked to me, stopping about 3 metrical unit short. I held out my deal, he took it, and I pulled him into the gentlewoman room .... where I knew there was a lounge. 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 jean. I was kind of surprised at the volume of what I felt in there. `` Is this ok ? '' I asked him. His case was so red, he just swallowed and nodded.

'' I hope you do n't reckon 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 courteous boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled them down a little, reached into his Boxer, 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 hired hand wrapped around his now voiceless cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the first girl to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his distance, up and down. Up to this point I 'd only ever held two member in my hand .... one man I loved more than life story itself, and the former was using me at a time in my life where that was ok with me. But this time ... Bean ... felt more like the initiative time. I was felicitous to be giving this boy ... this man ... delight. It made me feel things I have n't felt in a very yearn time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't make any horse sense. I realized this as I was stroking his tool ... and looking up into his expression again, his eyes panoptic behind his glasses ... his mouth open, beginning to breath firmly. 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 spinal column of my pharynx. 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 ! tooth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my sassing around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head ... just like how pa taught me. I was studying his anatomy 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 spinal column of my throat. Slightly piquant taste ... and I was still focusing on my technique, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my oral cavity, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so safe ... maybe even easily than ... I bob my top dog, and swallow up each jet of seed he ejaculates into my oral cavity. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him finish, finger him throb, so delight that I made him cum. I take him from my mouthpiece and rest my head on his second joint, holding his softening rooster, letting it remain against my face. I like the weight of it, even soft. He 's leaning back, hobble in every way, breathing hard, looking at the ceiling.

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

Without moving, his breathing spell into a small laugh .... `` Y..yes ... '' and then he laughs, and I laugh.

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

I have no estimate 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 trivial candy kiss, and start tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, hold out my hands and pull him up. He 's much improbable than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to class, check our experimentation. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The poor, dear boy ... he leaned in to osculate me, eyes closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his face lightly, `` Now do n't get clean, go to class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a thick breath, walked over to the swallow hole, and looked in the mirror. I have some of his cum on my face from the end ... and gives me a shiver, and makes my knees feeble, suddenly, seeing cum on my face, again ... something I have n't'seen since before dada 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 unfold, I reach up under my annulus, my panties are soaked. With one hand holding on to the sink and the early in my pantie I touch myself, thinking about Daddy ... and dome ... and dome '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 floor ladies'public convenience. I 've never cum in HERE before.

I finish, I do n't mean 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's breadth and pop it in my sassing. I splash some water on my case, my cheeks experience so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, pull some cherry lip semblance out of my lab coat pocket, put it on my dry mouth. There, much better.

spinal column in grade our experiment is almost done ... and Bean ... the short boy ... ca n't sustain his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly finish our experimentation, taking the last measure, 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 edible bean, and I feel a piddling bad when I see the confusedness on his cheek, because I know I 'm being kind of common cold. I just think that the ladies elbow room was fun, but in the lab, it 's patronage .... and I 'm not used to having to get these depiction.

social class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to return him my number ... because of intellect ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and tell him we 'll postulate to sustain in touch, now that we 're lab partners. I made sure to touch his script when I gave it to him, and gave him a low smile and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the elbow room. I did n't demand to look back, I felt his centre on me as I walked away. I tried to have my pelvis a little More sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the dorm I took a rain shower, and went back to my way in my robe.

I had a new electronic mail 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 missy I 've ever seen. '' That part makes me smiling. And he asked why did I choose a fill out jerk like him when I could suffer anybody ?

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

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

I may have to have a go at it him just so we can get some work done.

~ To be continued ~