Suz's Tale, Chapter 1
I first met my Suz back in 6th grade, back in Earth Science. We sat at the same lab table, and I think we were in love right from the start. We were each other's first kiss, and later, we took each other's virginities. We were together all through high school, but parted for college, as we each went to separate schools.
Suz had had a difficult upbringing. Her mother had died when she was only 10, and she had been primarily raised by the help of her strict, very religious father. I was a lanky bean pole of a boy, very tall, and very skinny, and I'm afraid, not very attractive to the ladies. So, our early experiences together weren't very exciting.
Like a lot of kids turning into adults, Suz and I had discovered time moved forward, ever forward, despite our wishes for it not to. We had amicably decided to put our relationship in a weird place, since she was being forced to go on a mission trip that summer by her father, and was then being forced to go to a Christian school in Virginia, while I was going to a large state school in the Midwest. Not really breaking it off, but not really continuing either. We agreed we could see other people, and if we saw each other again, we'd share everything. After college, Jesus did I have a lot to share.
If you don't mind a spoiler from my Amy's Tale stories, Amy and I eventually broke apart. After college ended, Amy chose to go to medical school in the UK. And yeah, it hurt. I ended up going to a different larger school in the Midwest go get a Ph.D. in mechanical engineering, since I didn't really know what I wanted to do. I knew Amy and I wouldn't end up together, but seeing that part of my life end was difficult. Now, looking back as I'm a little older, I choose to focus on the huge number of happy moments, rather than the abrupt end. I've only ever wished her well, and wherever she is, I hope she's happy.
Suz is short, 5' 1", and maybe 140 pounds, extremely curvy. She has large D cup breasts, a small waist, and large hips and thighs, with a round butt. She always had trouble finding clothes because her waist was so small relative to her hip and ass size. She certainly carried all her weight in the right places, at least to my eyes. Most people notice her raven black hair, which is long and curly, and is almost all the way down her back. What drew me to her, and what continues to drive me to her today are her beautiful green eyes. They are a vibrant green, and just mesmerizing.
I'd managed to get my Masters degree after two years, and was working on my doctorate. Believe it or not, after college, I hadn't had a single date. Mentally, I was 100% focused on my degree, and I was struggling in my personal life. Amy had obviously left a huge hole in my heart and in my life, and I wasn't sure how to fill it.
So, I ran. And I thought. And I ran and thought. And like so many moments in my life, I had been running when it happened. I saw her. I had been running for about four hours, and was about to hit 30 miles, finish on campus in my office in the Engineering building, grab my backpack, and walk back to my apartment, where I would probably shower, make some dinner, and work. Some variation of this had been my life for the past two and a half years. I'd always been an introvert, but it really hit after Amy. I had almost no desire to talk to anyone else, and hadn't really developed any friends outside the department. So when I saw her, my heart lurched in my chest, and I thought I was having a heart attack.
I ran over to her, and saw my sexy librarian for the first time in almost 7 years. She had on a knee length skirt, a white shirt, and a red sweater. Maybe sexy librarian adjacent. Definitely something in the nerd family, and her black framed glasses just made it perfect. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and despite me being a sweaty, disgusting mess, she was in my arms hugging me, crying, and kissing me, all within a minute. It was truly a magical moment. She broke away, told me she had to run, since was going to be late, but agreed to meet me later so we could catch up. And then she was gone around a corner. Just like that.
My heart rate was pegged. Emotion flooded me. I actually had to sit down on a bench for a moment, and discovered when I glanced at my watch, it had been 15 minutes. Wow. So crazy. I had less than 2 hours. My brain seemed to have locked up. I blinked again, and I was... in my apartment? I had my backpack, with no memory at all of going into my office. Ten seconds later, I was naked and in the shower, and my cock, which had been hugely neglected for 2 YEARS! it told me, was like a bar of steel. I tried to calm down, but things were so weird. I finished my shower, hoping my guy would see some love soon.
I threw on some shorts, a tee shirt, and was out the door to meet my... what, exactly? Girlfriend? I mean, we had been, but we had put our relationship up on a shelf, maybe? Uh. I told myself to calm down. For all I knew, she was married now. In a relationship. Wow, that got dark fast. Deep breaths. I tried to relax, and after a minute, did. I told myself, just roll with it, and the thought made me smile, as I remembered happier times. If Amy, I mean Suz, whoops, was in a relationship, I needed to be happy for her. If you think of the happiness of others first, your own happiness will follow. Where had I heard that? No idea. Shit, I was going to be late now.
I met Suz in the local campus Union, and we decided to just go to basement where there were these "study pods". Basically, imagine small 10' x 10' offices everywhere. Each one contained a desk and a few chairs, and a whiteboard. They were heavily soundproofed, and the doors locked, but they were frosted glass, along with the walls, which were glass but partially frosted about 6' up. I assume that was to let light in and to make sure there was no foolishness going on.
When we went to walk in, I noticed we were holding hands. How had that happened without me noticing?
We were like little kids, so excited to see each other, and I asked her for her story.
She told me she'd had an absolute knock out, drag out fight with her father during her mission trip. Seemed Suz and a boy had hooked up and been caught, and things went sideways fast. Her father kicked her out, and she stayed with a friend for a few weeks before she managed to get a job and her own place. Suz's Mom had died when she was young, and had left her a little bit of money from her side of the family, and she had used it to basically survive and go to school. Tears were in her eyes. She ended up going to school for psychiatry, and had managed to finish her pre-med degree in 3 years.
"Holy fuck!" I blurted. "That is super impressive. I mean, I actually know exactly how impressive that is, because I knew a bunch of people in pre -med, and none of them were anything less than very smart."
Suz smiled. She had apparently gone to medical school after that, and was now here getting her Ph.D. in clinical psychiatry. She was already a licensed doctor. She had managed to do her residency in a weird way after medical school, and the University was letting her go for free, in exchange for her becoming a professor there for a term of five years.
She said she'd been struggling ever since that first night we were apart to figure herself out, and get her father's fucked up morals out of her head.
It was all cascading over me. Damn! A doctor.
We talked for more than four hours, and I learned she had basically cut off her fucked up family 100%, and was alone.
"You're not alone any more." I told her, and she was in arms, kissing me. I just felt emotion running through me. I'd missed her, and she'd obviously missed me, but was this what I should be doing right now?
As if in answer to my thoughts, I felt her hand on my cock through my shorts.
"I've missed you." She told me.
"I missed you." I told her.
Now, previously, we had been kids, and very inexperienced, and being from a very rural, religious part of the country, we were very inexperienced. Did I mention we were not experienced? But, it had been almost 7 years, and I had made up time in college. I had no idea about Suz, but I was really hoping in a weird way she had to.
She yanked my shorts down, and my cock stood straight out, as hard as more than two years of neglect could make it. She stared at it, then bent over the desk, started pulling a ridiculous pair of granny panties down. I fell to my knees behind her, and drove my face into her ass, my tongue hungry for her. She was positively sopping wet. I licked her with the ferocity of a man dying of thirst in the desert. She was moaning, and after what could only have been a moment, came on my face, her whole body shaking. I stood up behind her, and stroked my cock up and down her slit. She was grabbing the desk with an almost manic energy, and shoved her ass back at me, driving my cock into her.
I new this was going to be quick, as I was already feeling close. I started driving into her, hard and fast. This was not love making, this was fucking, and I needed release. It had been so long, and a huge hunger inside of me, which I had somehow forced into slumber, was now awake, hungry, and very angry. I pumped her mercilessly. In less that a minute, I pumped what felt like a quart of cum into her pussy. my body was shaking. I felt like I had been drained by a vampire.
I popped out, and stepped back, almost dizzy. Suz pushed herself up, breathing hard, and pulled her ridiculous boner stopping panties up. Well, they hadn't exactly stopped my mighty boner now, had they?
"My place or yours?" She asked me.
"Yours." I told her immediately. I lived in a studio, and although it was neat, it looked like a monk lived there. Plus, I wanted her to be in her own space later, so when we talked, she would feel safe.
As we walked back to her place, she told me she had been with three different guys since we broke up, four she corrected herself, forgetting to count the mission guy, and only one had been more than a month.
"I'm sorry." I told her, and I meant it.
"I'm messed up." She told me.
I squeezed her hand. "It's OK. We can be messed up together."
We made it back to her place, which was a shockingly nice three bedroom townhome just off campus. It was cool and modern. It felt new and clean. The colors were earth tones. I felt relaxed almost immediately. She pulled me up to her bedroom, and the clothes came off fast, tossed to the side, unwanted. My cock was hard again, and I hoped I'd have more control this time. More time.
