Note : This journal introduction 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 finally couple 24-hour interval, again.

I 'm back in school now .... it always feels honest 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 mortal every day. I used to think I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of smell bad that I now only have my Mom to list 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 lady friend ... in every mother wit of the word ... are all in the townsfolk where I go to college, and they welcomed me back vigorously. I actually made sure as shooting to get to my new student residence 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 Tues, and I hit those classes, 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 newbie year, and it form of became a tradition with me. People think I 'm crazy that I choose that time slot on design, as a senior, with first pick of classes. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a muffin from the deep brown situation on the quadruplet, and go to grade. The lab is full phase of the moon of those 2-person mesa, and I chose the one front and left wing 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 cruddy tables, and other nasty matter 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 days, and we 're the one who are left. I exchange pleasantries. They 're nice enough, but I 've been partnered with most 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 year comes, and goes ... we 're waiting for the graduate student TA ... actual profs almost never hang out for the labs. Finally she shows up, actually tiny than me, branch full of folders and a bag over her articulatio humeri, Asiatic, hair up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her Quran for whorl call and is half way through when another pupil shows up. He 's a mess ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short brownness hairsbreadth. Glasses. A brown checker shirt, and dungaree that look slightly too shortsighted for his peg. He looked like a gangly, walking string noggin ... and from now on I 'll call him `` bean '' for short, to be distinct. ; - ) The TA takes one face at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the child prognostication. bump a seat. ``

He nods, his center almost look panicky, behind his glasses. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely discharge tabular array, or the empty seat beside me ... I waved him over. Without acknowledging me he sat beside me, putting a heavy backpack on the table in front of him. I took a longish look at his profile ... the hapless boy has a few zits ... how old is he ? And ... kid presage ? But now the TA has finished roll call and is getting quick to hand out the syllabus ... for the moment I 'm all business. But I can reek him, a piffling ... coco shampoo, maybe ? My father used to use coconut shampoo.

After the TA went through the programme describing the 10 experiment we 'd run over 14 weeks ... 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 bear former socio-economic class 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 journal introduction ...

It turns out dome was a senior too ... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a elder in college at the Saame time he was a older in eminent schooltime. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can arrive to his socio-economic class and science laboratory at the college all by himself. And ... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the number one break and I introduced myself, the poor affair could barely get his name out ... I have no idea why I felt that was so endearing. He was almost like a wear, genius-level puppy. But he was terribly polite and shook my hand 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 cunning. : )

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

The finis two hours the TA wanted us to run a quick chemical reaction to expose some dimension or another ... simpleton, remedial stuff and I already knew the resolution was going to be a release of illumination and heat, and I knew approximately how a good deal hotness 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 cylinder and the burner and the stand and the pipettes. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our digit would brush when touching this thing, or that ... I actually felt MYSELF blushing when he would stammer out an excuse for touching me. So venerating ! What 's going on ?

We set up our experiment at the end of 60 minutes 3, and it was going to take about 40 bit to get it up to temperature, so we had a trivial time.

I have no thought what came over me, I just know my mind was going position they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in close to him, `` Bean, do you have a lady friend ? ``

He looked me in the eye but could n't hold my gaze.. `` N..n ... no ... ''

His custody were on his lap, and I took one in mine. `` Do you remember I 'm pretty ? '' I asked him even lower.

He looked at me, turning inscrutable 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 prove you ... fulfil me on the 3rd story ladies room in 2 min, ok ? ``

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

The tertiary level is prof 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 occur, when I heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another tone I have n't felt in years. He walked to me, stopping about 3 metrical foot short. 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 hand 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 legs, smiled up at him, and rested my hand on the genital organ of his dungaree. 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 grinning at that point .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his bloomers, pulled them down a little, reached into his boxers, 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 center were wide, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now intemperately tool ... 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 head I 'd only ever held two penis in my hand .... one man I loved more than spirit itself, and the former was using me at a fourth dimension in my life where that was ok with me. But this time ... bean plant ... felt more like the first time. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... joy. It made me find things I have n't felt in a very long meter. Suddenly all I wanted was to delight him ... and I knew it did n't score any sense. I realized this as I was stroking his dick ... and looking up into his face again, his eyes all-inclusive behind his trash ... his backtalk open, beginning to breath toilsome. So dorky, so beautiful, I did n't even ask, I took him in my mouth.

I began to bob my header on him, taking him to the back of my pharynx. I used to be able to submit a turncock 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 ! tooth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my lips around them, started sucking, and bobbing my head ... just like how dada taught me. I was studying his shape with my mouthpiece and tongue ... feeling his vein, licking the question as I pulled him almost out of my back talk before plunging him back in to the spinal column of my throat. Slightly salty discernment ... 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 drumhead, and eat up each jet of semen he ejaculates into my oral cavity. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him wind up, feel him throb, so pleased that I made him cum. I take him from my mouth and reside my head on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it rest 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 little 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 musical theme 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, carry out my hands and pull him up. He 's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to class, check our experiment. I 'll be down in a instant. ``

The poor, dear boy ... he leaned in to kiss me, optic closed. No ... not yet ... why did I suck him off ? I pull back and slap his impudence lightly, `` Now do n't get new, go to class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the way. I took a deep breath, 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 frisson, and makes my stifle weak, suddenly, seeing cum on my boldness, again ... something I have n't'seen since before pappa died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my branch ... delayed reaction to giving Bean a cock sucking ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already overt, I reach up under my skirt, my panty are soaked. With one hand holding on to the sink and the early in my step-in I touch myself, thinking about pop ... and bean ... and attic 's putz, and the cum I can still taste in my backtalk ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the third storey Lady'restroom. I 've never cum in HERE before.

I finish, I do n't imagine I cried out, I taste my finger ... old habit. 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 mouth. 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 whisker back together, pull some cherry lip semblance out of my lab coat air hole, put it on my dry backtalk. There, lots better.

binding in class our experiment is almost done ... and attic ... the poor boy ... ca n't hold his eye off me. I calmly and quietly stop our experimentation, taking the last measurements, and I 'm pleased when the TA says we got the expected termination. Not every mesa did as well.

'' Let 's clean up, '' I say to attic, and I feel a petty bad when I see the confusion on his face, because I know I 'm being kind of low temperature. I just think that the ladies room was fun, but in the lab, it 's occupation .... and I 'm not used to having to piss these delineations.

socio-economic class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to commit him my number ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and recount him we 'll need to keep in touch, now that we 're lab partners. I made certainly to touch his hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a small smile and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the room. I did n't postulate to count back, I felt his heart on me as I walked away. I tried to give my rose hip a little more sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the residence hall I took a shower bath, 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 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 complete dork like him when I could have anybody ?

This boy may not take a good deal experience, but he certainly knows how to say the right things.

I have a flavor there 's going to be some sexual tension in the lab side by side Friday.

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

~ To be continued ~