Note : This diary entry was written a few long time ago when I was a senior in college.

+++

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

I 'm back in shoal now .... it always feels well 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 independent person 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 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 face every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my girlfriend ... in every good sense of the word ... 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 require a day to rest before class started, after they were done with me. ; )

But school day started on a Tuesday, and I hit those division, finally a older. 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 twelvemonth, and it sort of became a custom with me. People think I 'm crazy that I choose that time one-armed bandit on purpose, as a aged, with first pick of classes. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a gem from the coffee berth on the quadriceps, and go to class. The lab is full of those 2-person mesa, 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 wipe down the mesa. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tabular array, and other smutty things get spilled and/or dissected on them. I do n't touch them without applying bleach, first. young woman does n't do biohazard.

Anyway, seven or eight others file in, near of them I 've seen before, in this class or that ... it 's been a cozy 3 years, and we 're the 1 who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're nice enough, but I 've been partnered with about of them on some project 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 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 lilliputian than me, arm full of folders and a bag over her shoulder joint, Asian, hairsbreadth up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her book for roll birdcall and is half way through when another student shows up. He 's a sight ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short brown pilus. Glasses. A brown 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 `` noodle '' for dead, to be discrete. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the child prodigy. rule a posterior. ``

He nods, his eyes almost look panic-stricken, behind his drinking glass. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his option a completely empty tabular array, or the discharge seat beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a heavy back pack on the table in front of him. I took a longish face at his profile ... the poor boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... kid prodigy ? But now the TA has finished roll call option and is getting ready to hand out the syllabus ... for the here and now I 'm all business. But I can sense him, a little ... cocoa palm shampoo, maybe ? My Church Father used to use coco palm shampoo.

After the TA went through the program describing the 10 experimentation we 'd run over 14 hebdomad ... and how respective would be extended, requiring babysitting through the weekend ... ugh, I hate those ... and I hate when the profs pretend we do n't have other classes besides theirs. But it 's important to not let my intellect wander.

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

It turns out Bean was a senior too ... in high school. He started taking college row online, and was now a senior in college at the same clip he was a older in mellow schooling. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can get to his classes and science labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a horrendous stutter. When we had the first good luck and I introduced myself, the poor thing could barely get his name out ... I have no idea why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a kick downstairs, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and shook my mitt and did his best to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he 'd like to be lab married person for the semester, I saw him blush.

Oh my god, that is so cute. : )

Suddenly I was having a hard clock time concentrating, and I did n't know 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 go two hours the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical substance chemical reaction to display some property or another ... simple, remedial stuff and I already knew the result was going to be a release of Light and heating plant, and I knew approximately how much heat off the top of my head, but kept it to myself ... and dome 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 stammer out an apologia for touching me. So respectful ! What 's going on ?

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

I have no estimate what came over me, I just know my judgement was going spot they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in close to him, `` edible bean, do you have a girlfriend ? ``

He looked me in the eye but could n't hold back 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 cryptic 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 read you ... contact me on the third floor ladies room in 2 moment, ok ? ``

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

The 3rd floor is prof berth, and none of them are on campus at 8pm on a Friday Night, so I knew it would be deserted. I went to the gentlewoman'restroom and waited ... I was almost worried he was n't going to amount, when I heard his footsteps on the steps, 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 pes little. I held out my hand, 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 plop down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his wooden leg, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the crotch of his dungaree. 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 cerebrate this is slutty of me ... I never do this ... but ... there 's something about you ... '' as I am rubbing whatever he has in his gasp, and I feel him hardening.

'' N..n ... no ... not ... sss ..sss.sssslutt ... y. B..b ... beautiful. ``

I gave him a big, echt smile at that point .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled them down a little, reached into his pugilist, and pulled out what I had been touching. And let me just say wow ... noodle was BIG. `` Oh my god, '' I said to him, looking up ... '' It 's gorgeous. ``

His eyes were encompassing, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now severely cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the first missy 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 member 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 time ... noodle ... felt more like the first off time. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... pleasure. It made me feel things I have n't felt in a very longsighted time. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't get to any horse sense. I realized this as I was stroking his cock ... and looking up into his face again, his heart wide behind his glasses ... his oral fissure open, beginning to breath knockout. 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 throat. I used to be capable to take a cock down my throat, but it had been so long, I think my gag reflex response was back. I felt him on my tongue, I heard him gasp ... OOPS ! dentition, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my lips around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head ... just like how pappa taught me. I was studying his conformation with my mouth and tongue ... feeling his veins, licking the capitulum as I pulled him almost out of my back talk before plunging him back in to the spine of my pharynx. Slightly piquant taste sensation ... and I was still focusing on my technique, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my back talk, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so good ... maybe even better than ... I bob my school principal, and unsay each jet of seminal fluid he ejaculates into my mouth. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him eat up, sense him throb, so pleased that I made him cum. I take him from my mouthpiece and stay my head on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it rest against my face. 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 modest laugh .... `` Y..yes ... '' and then he laughs, and I laugh.

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

I have no idea what or how to suffice him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do things. I give his member a little candy kiss, and start tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, bind out my men and pull him up. He 's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to stratum, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The poor, high-priced boy ... he leaned in to buss me, centre closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his cheek lightly, `` Now do n't get sweet, go to course of instruction. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the way. I took a rich breath, walked over to the swallow hole, and looked in the mirror. I have some of his cum on my impertinence from the end ... and gives me a frisson, and makes my knees weakly, 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 ramification ... delayed reaction to giving Bean a cock sucking ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already subject, I reach up under my wench, my scanty are soaked. With one hand holding on to the sump and the other in my panties I touch myself, thinking about pop ... and bonce ... and noggin 's turncock, 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 HERE before.

I finish, I do n't reckon I cried out, I taste my finger's breadth ... old use. I open my center, I 'm now flushed ... I see his cum. Without thinking I wipe it with my finger and pop it in my rima oris. I splash some weewee on my human face, my impertinence feel so hot. I do it again, it 's poise and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, pull some cherry lip burnish out of my lab coat pocket, put it on my dry lips. There, a great deal better.

book binding in class our experimentation is almost done ... and Bean ... the pitiable boy ... ca n't keep his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly cease our experiment, taking the last measure, and I 'm pleased when the TA says we got the expected termination. Not every table did as well.

'' Let 's clean up, '' I say to Bean, and I feel a little bad when I see the confusion on his boldness, because I know I 'm being variety of coldness. I just think that the ladies room was fun, but in the lab, it 's patronage .... and I 'm not used to having to make these delineations.

Class 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 email and secernate him we 'll demand to keep in touch, now that we 're lab better half. I made sure to touch his hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a small grin and New York minute. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the room. I did n't need to attend back, I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. I tried to give my hips a little to a greater extent careen. I want him to look.

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

I had a new email waiting for me, he said he 's completely in shock that he got to mess up 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 prefer a perfect dork like him when I could have anybody ?

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

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

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

~ To be continued ~