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

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I 've been in a unearthly mood for the death match days, again.

I 'm back in schooltime now .... it always feels good to be back. It is n't that I do n't love being home with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more free lance person every day. I used to guess I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of feel 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 girlfriend ... in every sense of the watchword ... are all in the township 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 rest before classes started, after they were done with me. ; )

But school started on a Tuesday, and I hit those socio-economic class, 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 Freshman class, and it sort of became a tradition with me. People think I 'm screwball that I choose that time expansion slot on purpose, as a senior, with first picking of family. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a muffin from the coffee seat on the quadriceps femoris, and go to class. The lab is full of those 2-person mesa, and I chose the one front and left wing of the elbow room ... another tradition ... but before I sit down, I pull the Clorox wipes out of my bag and pass over down the table. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tabular array, and former nasty 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 class or that ... it 's been a cozy 3 years, and we 're the ones who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're nice enough, but I 've been partnered with almost 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.

Time for stratum comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the grad student TA ... factual prof almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually tinier than me, arms good of brochure and a bag over her shoulder, Asiatic, hairsbreadth up, a pencil in her backtalk, looking very flustered.

She takes out her script for curl telephone call and is one-half way through when another student shows up. He 's a vision ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, little brownness hair. glass. A brown checkered shirt, and jeans that look slightly too curtly for his pegleg. He looked like a gangly, walking string bean ... and from now on I 'll shout him `` Bean '' for short, to be distinct. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be edible bean, the minor portent. Find a seat. ``

He nods, his eyes almost look panicked, behind his spyglass. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely empty board, or the vacate seat beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a lumbering backpack on the table in front of him. I took a longish look at his profile ... the poor boy has a few hickey ... how old is he ? And ... fry prognostic ? But now the TA has finished roll cry and is getting ready to hand out the curriculum ... for the here and now I 'm all business. But I can smell him, a little ... cocoa palm shampoo, maybe ? My father used to use coconut shampoo.

After the TA went through the curriculum describing the 10 experiment we 'd run over 14 week ... and how respective would be extended, requiring babysitting through the weekend ... ugh, I hate those ... and I hate when the professor make-believe we do n't get 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 senior too ... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a senior in college at the same clip he was a fourth-year in mellow schoolhouse. This class his parents bought him a car, and now he can make out to his grade and science labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the start break and I introduced myself, the miserable thing could barely get his name out ... I have no melodic theme why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a broken, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and rock my deal and did his best 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 precious. : )

Suddenly I was having a hard time concentrating, and I did n't screw 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 last two 60 minutes the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical reaction to display some property or another ... simpleton, remedial stuff and I already knew the result was going to be a dismissal of light and heat, and I knew approximately how much heat off the top of my head teacher, 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 pipettes. 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 falter 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 pack 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 screw my thinker was going place they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in tight to him, `` noodle, do you have 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 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 show you ... meet me on the 3rd story peeress room in 2 minutes, ok ? ``

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

The third floor 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 peeress'restroom and waited ... I was almost worried he was n't going to come, when I heard his footfall on the step, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another feel I have n't felt in twelvemonth. He walked to me, stopping about 3 feet myopic. I held out my deal, he took it, and I pulled him into the Lady 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 plump down down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him, and rested my men 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 face 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 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 prissy boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his gasp, pulled them down a fiddling, reached into his shorts, 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 centre were spacious, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now hard prick ... I 'm wondering if I was the showtime girl to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his length, up and down. Up to this pointedness I 'd only ever held two penis in my hand .... one man I loved more than life-time itself, and the former was using me at a time in my life where that was ok with me. But this time ... attic ... felt more like the first time. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... joy. It made me feel things I have n't felt in a very foresightful time. Suddenly all I wanted was to delight 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 aspect again, his eyes wide behind his glasses ... his mouthpiece 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 caput on him, taking him to the backrest of my pharynx. I used to be able to train a cock down my pharynx, but it had been so long, I think my gag reflex was back. I felt him on my tongue, I heard him gasp ... OOPS ! Teeth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my brim around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head word ... just like how dad taught me. I was studying his shape with my mouth and clapper ... feeling his mineral vein, 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 taste perception ... and I was still focusing on my proficiency, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my mouth, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so well ... maybe even adept than ... I bob my head, and eat up each jet of seed he ejaculates into my mouth. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him fetch up, palpate him throb, so delight that I made him cum. I take him from my mouthpiece and stay my promontory on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it remainder against my cheek. I like the 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 small laugh .... `` Y..yes ... '' and then he laughs, and I laugh.

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

I have no idea what or how to respond him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do affair. I give his penis a little kiss, and initiate tucking it away into his drawers. I stand up, oblige out my script and pull him up. He 's much tall than me. It gives me a quiver. `` Get dressed, go back to class, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The poor, dear boy ... he leaned in to snog me, eyes closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his boldness lightly, `` Now do n't get fresh, go to class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the elbow room. I took a deep breath, 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 washy, 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 response to giving bean plant 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 hand holding on to the sink and the former in my pantie I touch myself, thinking about Daddy ... and Bean ... and bean plant 's cock, and the cum I can still sample in my sassing ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the third floor dame'restroom. I 've never cum in Hera before.

I finish, I do n't conceive I cried out, I taste my fingerbreadth ... old use. 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 back talk. I splash some H2O on my face, my boldness feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool off and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, draw in some cherry lip glossiness out of my lab coat pocket, put it on my dry sassing. There, often better.

Back in stratum our experiment is almost done ... and dome ... the poor boy ... ca n't hold open his heart off me. I calmly and quietly end up our experimentation, taking the hold out measurements, and I 'm pleased when the TA says we got the expected solution. Not every mesa did as well.

'' Let 's houseclean up, '' I say to Bean, and I feel a little bad when I see the confusion on his brass, because I know I 'm being variety of frigidness. I just think that the lady way was fun, but in the lab, it 's business .... and I 'm not used to having to nominate these word-painting.

course of instruction is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to give him my number ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my e-mail and differentiate him we 'll need to keep in signature, now that we 're lab collaborator. I made sure to pertain his hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a minor smile and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the way. I did n't need to look back, I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to give my hips a little Thomas 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 e-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 smiling. And he asked why did I choose a thoroughgoing jerk like him when I could have anybody ?

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

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

I may have to sleep together him just so we can get some work done.

~ To be continued ~