promissory 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 stopping point yoke day, again.

I 'm back in schoolhouse now .... it always feels sound to be back. It is n't that I do n't love being nursing home with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more independent mortal every day. I used to think I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only have my Mom to tilt on, and I do, sometimes. It 's complicated ... but I know that when I 'm on my own, and do n't see her grimace every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my lady friend ... in every signified of the Son ... are all in the townsfolk where I go to college, and they welcomed me back vigorously. I actually made sure to get to my new dorm way a day early, because I knew I would demand a day to rest before classes started, after they were done with me. ; )

But schooltime started on a Tuesday, and I hit those division, 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 freshman year, and it sort of became a custom with me. citizenry think I 'm looney that I choose that metre slot on purpose, as a senior, with get-go pick of class. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a muffin from the burnt umber place on the quad, and go to category. The lab is full of those 2-person tabular array, and I chose the one front and left hand of the room ... another tradition ... but before I sit down, I pull the Clorox wipes out of my bag and pass over down the tabular array. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tables, and other filthy things get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't touch them without applying blanching agent, first. missy 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 age, and we 're the one who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're skillful enough, but I 've been partnered with nearly 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 course comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the alumna pupil TA ... literal profs almost never hang out for the lab. Finally she shows up, actually petite than me, weaponry full of folders and a bag over her articulatio humeri, Asian, whisker up, a pencil in her oral fissure, looking very flustered.

She takes out her book for roll yell and is one-half way through when another scholarly person shows up. He 's a sight ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, curtly brown hair. trash. A brown checkered shirt, and jeans that look slightly too short for his pegleg. He looked like a gangly, walking string bean plant ... and from now on I 'll holler him `` Bean '' for forgetful, to be discrete. ; - ) The TA takes one spirit at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the child prognostic. witness a seat. ``

He nods, his center almost look frightened, behind his deoxyephedrine. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his alternative a completely abandon mesa, or the empty fundament beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a impenetrable backpack on the board in front of him. I took a longish look at his visibility ... the pitiable boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... child prodigy ? But now the TA has finished roll birdsong and is getting ready to bridge player out the syllabus ... for the moment I 'm all business. But I can smell him, a little ... coco palm shampoo, maybe ? My founding father used to use coconut shampoo.

After the TA went through the programme describing the 10 experiments we 'd run over 14 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 have other classes besides theirs. But it 's crucial to not let my psyche wander.

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

It turns out bonce was a senior too ... in high school. He started taking college path online, and was now a senior in college at the same clock time he was a elder in highschool school. This twelvemonth his parents bought him a car, and now he can come to his social class and science labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the first prison-breaking and I introduced myself, the poor people thing could barely get his public figure out ... I have no idea why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a wear out, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly cultivated and sway my deal and did his best to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he 'd like to be lab mate for the semester, I saw him blush.

Oh my god, that is so cute. : )

Suddenly I was having a unvoiced time concentrating, and I did n't acknowledge why. Well, I DID have a go at it why ... I just did n't live why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The in conclusion two hours the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical substance response to exhibit some property or another ... simpleton, alterative stuff and I already knew the resultant was going to be a spill of light and heat, and I knew approximately how much heating system off the top of my foreland, 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 pedestal and the pipette. 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 stammer out an apology for touching me. So respectful ! What 's going on ?

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

I have no idea what came over me, I just experience my intellect was going places they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in close to him, `` edible bean, do you make a girl ? ``

He looked me in the eye but could n't concord 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 lip ... 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 read you ... converge me on the third gear floor gentlewoman 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 dame'public lavatory and waited ... I was almost concern he was n't going to occur, when I heard his footsteps 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 infantry inadequate. I held out my script, he took it, and I pulled him into the ladies way .... 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 plunk down down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him, and rested my work force on the crotch of his jeans. I was kind of surprised at the mass 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 smile at that point .... what a dainty boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his bloomers, 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 bridge player wrapped around his now hard hammer ... I 'm wondering if I was the first girl to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his length, up and down. Up to this decimal point 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 meter ... Bean ... felt more like the first clip. I was well-chosen to be giving this boy ... this man ... pleasure. It made me experience things I have n't felt in a very tenacious time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't make any sense. I realized this as I was stroking his pecker ... and looking up into his face again, his optic encompassing behind his glasses ... his mouth clear, 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 pass on him, taking him to the back of my throat. 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 ! Teeth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my rim around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head ... just like how papa taught me. I was studying his shape with my mouth and lingua ... feeling his veins, licking the headland 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 mouthpiece, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so good ... maybe even better than ... I bob my brain, 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 proud of that I made him cum. I take him from my rima oris and rest my head on his thigh, holding his softening rooster, letting it rest against my cheek. I like the exercising weight of it, even easy. 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 turning into a small joke .... `` 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 do him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do affair. I give his member a little kiss, and start tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, hold out my men and root for him up. He 's much tall than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to form, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a moment. ``

The poor, dear boy ... he leaned in to kiss me, eyes closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his cheek lightly, `` Now do n't get unused, go to class. 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 grimace, again ... something I have n't'seen since before pappa died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my ramification ... delayed reaction to giving Bean a cock sucking ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already open, I reach up under my skirt, my step-in are soaked. With one hand holding on to the sink and the other in my panties I touch myself, thinking about pappa ... and noodle ... and Bean 's turncock, and the cum I can still try in my mouth ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the tierce floor peeress'restroom. I 've never cum in HERE before.

I finish, I do n't think 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 fingerbreadth and pop it in my oral cavity. I splash some water system on my face, my cheeks find so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my whisker back together, commit some cherry lip gloss out of my lab pelage pocket, put it on my dry lips. There, much better.

Back in grade our experiment is almost done ... and Bean ... the poor boy ... ca n't hold open his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly end our experiment, taking the finally measurements, and I 'm please when the TA says we got the expected resultant role. Not every board did as well.

'' Let 's clean up, '' I say to Bean, and I feel a little bad when I see the mix-up on his expression, because I know I 'm being kind of cold. I just think that the ma'am room was fun, but in the lab, it 's business .... and I 'm not used to having to progress to these delineations.

Class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't require to return him my numeral ... because of reasonableness ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and tell him we 'll demand to keep in adjoin, now that we 're lab partners. I made sure as shooting to partake his helping hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a belittled smile and nictitation. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the way. I did n't call for to count back, I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to give my pelvic girdle a little Sir Thomas More sway. I want him to look.

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

I had a new e-mail waiting for me, he said he 's completely in daze 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 select a complete dork like him when I could accept anybody ?

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

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

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

~ To be continued ~