Note : This diary entry was written a few years ago when I was a aged in college.

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I 've been in a weird mood for the final stage twain days, again.

I 'm back in school now .... it always feels good to be back. It is n't that I do n't sleep with being domicile with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more independent somebody every day. I used to cogitate I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of flavour 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 nerve every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my girlfriend ... 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 certain to get to my new dorm room a day early, because I knew I would want a day to rest before course started, after they were done with me. ; )

But school started on a Tuesday, and I hit those classes, finally a senior. And then, as common, I had a chem lab on Friday, from 5pm until 9pm. That 's the one to which I was assigned starter class, and it kind of became a tradition with me. the great unwashed think I 'm demented that I choose that sentence slot on purpose, as a elder, with 1st pick of form. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a gem from the umber home on the space, and go to class. The lab is replete 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 wipe down the board. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty board, and former tight things get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't touch them without applying bleach, first. fille does n't do biohazard.

Anyway, seven or eight others file in, most of them I 've seen before, in this course of instruction or that ... it 's been a cozy 3 years, and we 're the ones who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're prissy enough, but I 've been partnered with to the highest degree of them on some project or another in the yesteryear, and I 'd really rather not do it again. I hate being the one doing all the work.

clock time for class 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 flyspeck than me, weapons system good of booklet and a bag over her shoulder joint, Asian, tomentum up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her book 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, short brownness hair. trash. A embrown checkered shirt, and jeans 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 short, to be discrete. ; - ) The TA takes one expression at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the tiddler prodigy. Find a hind end. ``

He nods, his middle almost look panicked, behind his specs. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely discharge board, or the empty seat beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a heavy packsack on the table in straw man of him. I took a longish look at his visibility ... the pitiable boy has a few hickey ... how old is he ? And ... child prognostic ? But now the TA has finished roll call and is getting ready to hand out the syllabus ... for the second I 'm all business. But I can smell out him, a little ... cocoa palm shampoo, maybe ? My forefather used to use cocoa palm shampoo.

After the TA went through the curriculum 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 profs make-believe we do n't have other category besides theirs. But it 's of import to not let my mind wander.

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

It turns out Bean was a elder too ... in highschool schoolhouse. He started taking college line online, and was now a senior in college at the same time he was a aged in high up schooling. This year 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 first break and I introduced myself, the poor affair could barely get his name out ... I have no idea why I felt that was so lovely. He was almost like a wear out, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and stir my hand and did his best to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he 'd wish to be lab mate for the semester, I saw him blush.

Oh my god, that is so precious. : )

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

The last two hours the TA wanted us to run a prompt chemical reaction to display some holding or another ... simple, remedial clobber and I already knew the result was going to be a release of light and heating plant, and I knew approximately how much passion off the top of my head, but kept it to myself ... and bonce knew it too. But we worked quickly together and set up our beakers and graduated cylinder and the burner and the stand and the pipet. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our digit would sweep when touching this affair, or that ... I actually felt MYSELF blushing when he would stammer out an apologia for touching me. So respectful ! What 's going on ?

We set up our experimentation at the end of hr 3, and it was going to take about 40 min to get it up to temperature, so we had a slight time.

I have no mind what came over me, I just know my mind was going places they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in stopping point to him, `` attic, do you ingest 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 call up I 'm pretty ? '' I asked him even lower.

He looked at me, turning mystifying 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 evince you ... take on me on the third floor ladies room in 2 second, ok ? ``

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

The third base floor is professor offices, and none of them are on campus at 8pm on a Friday Nox, so I knew it would be deserted. I went to the lady'restroom and waited ... I was almost worried he was n't going to amount, when I heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another flavour I have n't felt in year. He walked to me, stopping about 3 feet shortly. I held out my hand, he took it, and I pulled him into the ladies room .... where I knew there was a couch. I had both his custody now walking backwards, as I pulled him inside. I backed him to the couch, and pushed him, making him plunk down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his pegleg, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the crotch of his denim. 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 remember 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, actual smile at that point .... what a nice 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 centre were wide, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now heavily cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the starting time fille to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his duration, up and down. Up to this stop I 'd only ever held two member in my hand .... one man I loved more than life itself, and the early was using me at a time in my life where that was ok with me. But this meter ... bonce ... felt more like the first prison term. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... joy. 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 mother wit. I realized this as I was stroking his putz ... and looking up into his look again, his oculus wide behind his glasses ... his backtalk loose, 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 caput on him, taking him to the back of my pharynx. I used to be able to accept a dick down my throat, but it had been so long, I think my gag instinctive reflex was back. I felt him on my tongue, I heard him gasp ... OOPS ! Teeth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my sass around them, started suction, and bobbing my head ... just like how pa taught me. I was studying his shape with my backtalk and natural language ... feeling his vein, licking the head as I pulled him almost out of my backtalk before plunging him back in to the back of my throat. Slightly piquant taste ... 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 good ... maybe even better than ... I bob my read/write head, and swallow each jet of semen he ejaculates into my mouthpiece. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him finish, feel him throb, so delight that I made him cum. I take him from my mouth and repose my head on his thigh, holding his softening rooster, letting it respite against my boldness. I like the exercising 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 turns into a low laughter .... `` Y..yes ... '' and then he laughs, and I laugh.

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

I have no mind 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 little kiss, and start tucking it away into his packer. I stand up, hold out my manpower and rend him up. He 's much taller than me. It gives me a shudder. `` Get dressed, go back to class, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The piteous, dear boy ... he leaned in to osculate me, center 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 course. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a thick breathing spell, walked over to the sink, and looked in the mirror. I have some of his cum on my boldness 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 stage ... delayed reaction to giving Bean a blowjob ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already capable, I reach up under my bird, my pantie are soaked. With one hand holding on to the sink and the early in my scanty I touch myself, thinking about pa ... and Bean ... and noodle 's turncock, and the cum I can still taste in my mouth ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the 3rd floor peeress'restroom. I 've never cum in HERE before.

I finish, I do n't think I cried out, I taste my fingerbreadth ... old use. I open my oculus, I 'm now flushed ... I see his cum. Without thinking I wipe it with my fingerbreadth and pop it in my oral fissure. I splash some water on my face, my cheeks feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, pull some cerise lip color out of my lab coat scoop, put it on my dry lips. There, much better.

Back in class our experiment is almost done ... and bean ... the hapless boy ... ca n't continue his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly finish our experimentation, taking the last measurements, and I 'm proud of when the TA says we got the expected results. Not every table did as well.

'' Let 's pick up, '' I say to bean, and I feel a lilliputian bad when I see the confusion on his boldness, 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 take a leak these delineations.

class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to give way him my number ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and severalise him we 'll need to hold back in touch, now that we 're lab mate. I made for sure to touch his hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a diminished 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 eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to pay my pelvic girdle a little More sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the dorm I took a shower, and went back to my room 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 quote this, `` The most gorgeous girl I 've ever seen. '' That part makes me smile. And he asked why did I choose a complete dork like him when I could give birth anybody ?

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

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

I may have to fuck him just so we can get some body of work done.

~ To be continued ~