bill : This journal entry 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 endure couple Day, again.

I 'm back in school now .... it always feels good to be back. It is n't that I do n't get it on being plate with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more self-employed person person every day. I used to recall I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only have got 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 font every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my girlfriends ... in every sense of the countersign ... 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 way a day early, because I knew I would need a day to perch before classes started, after they were done with me. ; )

But shoal 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 Freshman year, and it sorting of became a tradition with me. multitude think I 'm crazy that I choose that time expansion slot on determination, as a older, with start pick of classes. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a gem from the coffee bean home on the quad, and go to family. The lab is full of those 2-person table, and I chose the one front and left 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 mesa. I know for a fact no one cleans those tight tabular array, and other nasty 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 class or that ... it 's been a tea cozy 3 years, and we 're the ace who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're nice enough, but I 've been partnered with most of them on some task or another in the past, and I 'd really rather not do it again. I hate being the one doing all the work.

clip for division comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the grad bookman TA ... actual professor almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually tinier than me, arms full of folders and a bag over her articulatio humeri, Asian, hair up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her book for roll call and is half way through when another educatee shows up. He 's a sight ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short Brown pilus. chicken feed. A Brown chequered shirt, and jeans that look slightly too short for his legs. He looked like a gangly, walking string dome ... and from now on I 'll shout out him `` bean '' for scant, to be distinct. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the child prodigy. Find a hindquarters. ``

He nods, his eyes almost look panicked, behind his Methedrine. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely abandon table, or the empty hind end beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a arduous backpack on the mesa in straw man of him. I took a longish look at his profile ... the miserable boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... child prognostication ? But now the TA has finished scroll call and is getting ready to hand out the course of study ... for the import I 'm all business. But I can reek him, a piffling ... coconut shampoo, maybe ? My Father-God used to use coconut shampoo.

After the TA went through the curriculum describing the 10 experiments 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 pretend we do n't have early classes besides theirs. But it 's significant to not let my mind wander.

And I just realize that I am getting long winded ... perhaps I should get to the period of this Dear journal first appearance ...

It turns out edible bean was a senior too ... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a senior in college at the Sami time he was a senior in high school. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can come to his year and science labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a fearful stutter. When we had the first breaking and I introduced myself, the poor thing could barely get his public figure out ... I have no approximation why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a demote, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly cultivated and shake up my hand and did his practiced 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 hard fourth dimension concentrating, and I did n't sleep together why. Well, I DID fuck why ... I just did n't acknowledge why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The survive two hours the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical reaction to expose some property or another ... simple, healing stuff and I already knew the solution was going to be a release of light and heat, and I knew approximately how much heat off the top of my school principal, but kept it to myself ... and Bean knew it too. But we worked quickly together and set up our beakers and graduated piston chamber and the burner and the stand and the pipettes. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our fingers would sweep when touching this thing, or that ... I actually felt MYSELF blushing when he would falter out an apologia 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 take about 40 minutes to get it up to temperature, so we had a piffling time.

I have no thought what came over me, I just bang my mind was going situation 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 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 third gear story ladies elbow room in 2 minutes, ok ? ``

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

The third base trading floor is professor offices, and none of them are on campus at 8pm on a Fri night, so I knew it would be deserted. I went to the ladies'restroom and waited ... I was almost worried he was n't going to come, 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 metrical foot forgetful. 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 plump down down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the privates of his denim. I was variety of surprised at the majority 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 grin at that point .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled them down a little, reached into his bagger, 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 optic were wide, looking down at my bridge player wrapped around his now hard cock ... I 'm wondering if I was the initiatory girl 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 penises in my hand .... one man I loved more than life itself, and the other was using me at a prison term in my animation where that was ok with me. But this time ... bonce ... felt more like the first time. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... delight. It made me palpate affair I have n't felt in a very yearn sentence. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't get any sense. I realized this as I was stroking his cock ... and looking up into his typeface again, his eyes wide behind his glasses ... his lip capable, beginning to breath intemperate. So dorky, so beautiful, I did n't even ask, I took him in my mouth.

I began to bob my point on him, taking him to the back of my throat. I used to be able to take a stopcock 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 heave ... OOPS ! Teeth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my mouth around them, started suck, and bobbing my caput ... just like how pa taught me. I was studying his shape with my mouth and tongue ... feeling his veins, licking the point as I pulled him almost out of my mouth before plunging him back in to the back of my throat. Slightly salty mouthful ... 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 foreland, and swallow each jet of cum he ejaculates into my mouth. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him terminate, experience him throb, so pleased that I made him cum. I take him from my mouth and rest my top dog on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it rest against my cheek. I like the weight of it, even balmy. 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 act into a modest laugh .... `` 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 things. I give his penis a trivial buss, and part tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, hold out my work force and rip him up. He 's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to year, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a moment. ``

The pathetic, 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 fresh, go to class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a oceanic abyss 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 tingle, 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 ramification ... delayed reaction to giving dome a cock sucking ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already open, I reach up under my dame, my panties are soaked. With one hired hand holding on to the sink and the former in my panty I touch myself, thinking about pop ... and bean ... and Bean 's cock, and the cum I can still taste in my mouth ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the third floor gentlewoman'restroom. I 've never cum in HERE before.

I finish, I do n't think I cried out, I taste my fingerbreadth ... 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 mouth. I splash some water on my cheek, my brass feel so hot. I do it again, it 's cool and soothing. I fix myself, put my hair back together, pull some cerise lip gloss out of my lab coat pocket, put it on my dry back talk. There, very much better.

backbone in class our experiment is almost done ... and Bean ... the poor people boy ... ca n't keep his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly finish our experiment, taking the conclusion measure, and I 'm pleased when the TA says we got the expected consequence. Not every table did as well.

'' Let 's clean house up, '' I say to edible bean, and I feel a little bad when I see the muddiness on his face, because I know I 'm being sort 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 establish these delineations.

Class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to chip in him my number ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and recount him we 'll ask to keep open in touch modality, now that we 're lab partners. I made sure to touch his manus when I gave it to him, and gave him a small-scale smile and flash. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you adjacent Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the way. I did n't need to look back, I felt his heart on me as I walked away. I tried to devote my pelvic arch a little Thomas More careen. I want him to look.

When I got back to the dorm I took a rain 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 up around with, and I 'll cite this, `` The most gorgeous miss I 've ever seen. '' That part makes me smile. And he asked why did I select a complete dork like him when I could have anybody ?

This boy may not have much experience, but he certainly knows how to say the decently 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 ~