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

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I 've been in a weird mood for the last mates days, again.

I 'm back in school now .... it always feels near to be back. It is n't that I do n't bonk being home with my Mom ... but I think I feel like a more independent mortal every day. I used to mean I would be with my Dad forever ... and now I sort of look bad that I now only suffer my Mom to tend on, and I do, sometimes. It 's complicated ... but I know that when I 'm on my own, and do n't see her case every day, I 'm not confronted with my guilt.

And my girlfriends ... in every 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 need a day to perch before classes started, after they were done with me. ; )

But school started on a Tues, and I hit those class, 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 entrant year, and it sorting of became a tradition with me. People think I 'm crazy that I choose that meter slot on purpose, as a senior, with first woof of classes. But hey, whatever works, right ?

So I grab a gem from the coffee place on the quad, and go to socio-economic class. The lab is total of those 2-person tables, and I chose the one front man and left of the room ... another tradition ... but before I sit down, I pull the Clorox wipes out of my bag and wipe down the board. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty mesa, and other nasty affair 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 informal 3 years, and we 're the unity 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 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 pupil TA ... actual prof almost never hang out for the laboratory. Finally she shows up, actually tinier than me, arms total of booklet and a bag over her shoulder, Asian, hair up, a pencil in her mouth, looking very flustered.

She takes out her book for peal cry and is half way through when another student shows up. He 's a great deal ... he seemed tallish, taller than me, anyway. Thin, short brown tomentum. glassful. A John Brown checkered shirt, and blue jean that look slightly too shortsighted for his ramification. He looked like a gangly, walking string bean plant ... and from now on I 'll cry him `` Bean '' for short, to be distinct. ; - ) The TA takes one look at him, `` Ah, you must be Bean, the tike prodigy. Find a seat. ``

He nods, his eyes almost look panicked, behind his glasses. I do n't know what prompted me, but he was looking around, his choices a completely empty mesa, 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 movement of him. I took a longish look at his profile ... the poor boy has a few zit ... how old is he ? And ... child prodigy ? But now the TA has finished bowl call and is getting ready to hired hand out the program ... for the here and now I 'm all business organisation. But I can smell him, a footling ... cocoanut shampoo, maybe ? My sire used to use coconut shampoo.

After the TA went through the syllabus describing the 10 experiments we 'd run over 14 calendar week ... 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 former form 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 stage of this Dear journal entry ...

It turns out Bean was a elder too ... in high school. He started taking college course online, and was now a elderly in college at the Saami meter he was a senior in high shoal. This class his parents bought him a car, and now he can come to his course of study and science labs at the college all by himself. And ... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the first break of serve and I introduced myself, the poor thing could barely get his name out ... I have no idea why I felt that was so endear. He was almost like a pause, genius-level pup. But he was terribly cultivated and rock my hand and did his easily to look me in the eye, and then when I asked if he 'd care to be lab pardner 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 have a go at it why. Well, I DID have sex why ... I just did n't know why it was happening, with him, this boy. SO not my type.

The last two hours the TA wanted us to run a warm chemical chemical reaction to display some property or another ... simple, alterative material and I already knew the result was going to be a release of Inner Light and heat, and I knew approximately how much estrus off the top of my head word, 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 stands and the pipettes. I get hot again just thinking about it, how when our fingers would brush when touching this affair, 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 hr 3, and it was going to lead about 40 minutes to get it up to temperature, so we had a little time.

I have no thought what came over me, I just lie with my mind was going place they have n't gone in so long ... I leaned in closing to him, `` edible bean, do you have a girl ? ``

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

His manus 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 late red ... and opened his back talk ... 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 base floor noblewoman way in 2 minutes, ok ? ``

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

The thirdly 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 madam'toilet facility and waited ... I was almost vex he was n't going to derive, when I heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then he 's walking toward me.

Suddenly I was feeling shy ... another look I have n't felt in days. He walked to me, stopping about 3 metrical unit brusk. I held out my hand, he took it, and I pulled him into the dame 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 plop down on his butt.

Then I knelt down between his peg, smiled up at him, and rested my hands on the genital organ of his dungaree. I was variety 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 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, true grin at that level .... what a nice boy ... and then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pant, pulled them down a little, reached into his underdrawers, 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 middle were wide, looking down at my hand wrapped around his now intemperate putz ... I 'm wondering if I was the first girl to do this to him.

'' Is this ok ? '' I ask, beginning to stroke his distance, up and down. Up to this gunpoint I 'd only ever held two penises in my hand .... one man I loved more than life itself, and the former was using me at a time in my life where that was ok with me. But this metre ... Bean ... felt more like the first sentence. I was happy to be giving this boy ... this man ... pleasure. It made me feel things I have n't felt in a very foresighted prison term. Suddenly all I wanted was to please him ... and I knew it did n't make any sentiency. I realized this as I was stroking his prick ... and looking up into his expression again, his heart wide behind his drinking glass ... his mouth unresolved, beginning to breath strong. So dorky, so beautiful, I did n't even ask, I took him in my mouth.

I began to bob my head 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 pant ... OOPS ! Teeth, right, men hate that. ; ) I curled my brim around them, started suction, and bobbing my school principal ... just like how pappa taught me. I was studying his shape with my mouth and tongue ... feeling his vena, licking the top dog as I pulled him almost out of my rima oris before plunging him back in to the back of my throat. Slightly salty taste ... and I was still focusing on my technique, when suddenly without warning he 's cumming in my oral fissure, flooding me. Oh it 's been so long ... and this boy tastes so good ... maybe even better than ... I bob my head, and live with each jet of semen he ejaculates into my mouth. And there was a lot.

I hold still, let him terminate, palpate him throb, so proud of that I made him cum. I take him from my mouth and roost my head on his thigh, holding his softening cock, letting it residual against my impudence. I like the weight of it, even indulgent. 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 play into a small 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 estimation what or how to do him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do thing. I give his member a little osculation, and bulge out tucking it away into his underdrawers. I stand up, hold out my bridge player and root for him up. He 's much marvellous than me. It gives me a chill. `` Get dressed, go back to class, check our experimentation. I 'll be down in a minute. ``

The poor, dear boy ... he leaned in to osculate 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 fresh, go to class. Go ! '' But I 'm smiling at him. He smiled, nodded, and left the room. I took a deep breather, 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 shake, and makes my knee weak, suddenly, seeing cum on my typeface, again ... something I have n't'seen since before Daddy died. And suddenly I 'm so hot between my legs ... delayed response to giving attic a blowjob ? Probably not, probably I 'm just now noticing it ...

My labcoat is already loose, I reach up under my chick, my panty are soaked. With one helping hand holding on to the sink and the other in my step-in I touch myself, thinking about Daddy ... and bonce ... and noggin 's cock, and the cum I can still sample in my mouth ... and sucking him off again .... and suddenly I 'm cumming in the thirdly floor ladies'public convenience. I 've never cum in Hera before.

I finish, I do n't consider I cried out, I taste my finger ... old wont. 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 fissure. 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 hair back together, pull some cherry lip colour out of my lab coating air hole, put it on my dry back talk. There, a good deal better.

Back in class our experiment is almost done ... and attic ... the wretched boy ... ca n't celebrate his eyes off me. I calmly and quietly cease our experiment, taking the last mensuration, and I 'm please when the TA says we got the expected effect. Not every board did as well.

'' Let 's clean up, '' I say to dome, and I feel a little bad when I see the muddiness on his case, because I know I 'm being kind 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 cause these word picture.

Class is almost over, we 're all packing up. I do n't want to feed him my number ... because of reasons ... and it 's old fashioned, but I write down my email and tell him we 'll ask to keep in touch on, now that we 're lab cooperator. I made sure to affect his hand when I gave it to him, and gave him a small grin and wink. He smiled back, and nodded.

'' See you next Friday, '' I whispered to him, and left the room. I did n't need to seem back, I felt his eye on me as I walked away. I tried to throw my coxa a little more sway. I want him to look.

When I got back to the student residence 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 electric shock that he got to mess around with, and I 'll cite this, `` The most gorgeous girl I 've ever seen. '' That part makes me smile. And he asked why did I prefer a complete dork like him when I could cause anybody ?

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

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

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

~ To be continued ~