The week seemed to fly by as I fought to concentrate on my studies and maintain my grades to keep my academic scholarship, but I was losing the battle to thoughts about the erotic evening with Dawn. It was such an amazing sexual experience. Not that I had anything to compare it too and yet at the same time I felt embarrassed at my lack of self-control. The orgasm was unbelievable, but if I could have just held out a little longer I would have had my first "full" sexual experience. This Sunday would be different, I thought.
I decided to wear jeans Sunday when I had my visit with Dawn. Maybe the thick material would help me be less sensitive and I wouldn't blow my load so soon. I couldn't buy jeans that were too tight however because my 12 inches and large balls were too much of a load to fit. I topped it off with a loose fitting red polo golf shirt and penny loafers. My muscle-bound roommate said not to wear socks. He was always trying his best to make me appear less like the geek I truly am.
I decided to get to Dawn's a little early on Sunday. Actually it ended up being quite a bit earlier as I walked up to her apartment at seven that evening instead of eight. As I made my way across the parking lot I heard the slam of a door from the second floor and looked up to see a rather large muscular guy coming out of Dawn's apartment. He looked like he was in a rush as he bound down the outside flight of stairs. As he hit the bottom stair and turned, I realized it was John Payne, All American Linebacker and Captain of our football team. "What are you looking at wimp?" he spit as he brushed on past me.
"Uhhh...Uhhhh...Nothing," I stammered, but he had already lumbered by.
'I wonder what he was doing with Dawn,' I thought. My roommate, Brad, had told me that they were a thing at one time but that it was over now. Then I thought, 'Maybe Dawn's in trouble, he looked angry as he passed by and he had slammed the door.' I took off as fast as my 5'-9" frame could take me, not exactly bounding up the stairs.
I rapped loudly on the door and waited, ears perked for any sound that might be coming from inside. "What the hell do you want now," I heard Dawn yell out in an unusually harsh manner.
The door swung open quickly and I saw a perplexed and then smiling Dawn sing out, "Oh! Lenny, it's you," "I wasn't expecting you for another hour, come on in."
"I passed John coming across the parking lot, what was he doing here?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she said her eyes rolling up. "He thinks he owns me and got upset when I told him I want to see other people now." "We officially broke up over the summer, well...at least I did with him, he still wants more than just a physical relationship."
I wondered what she meant by that, but decided not to keep questioning her. When I didn't reply she said, "He's the typical jealous jock that always wants his own way...he just needs to grow up!"
I had been so intent on our conversation, that I hadn't realized what she was wearing. When she saw me glancing up and down at her silky black bathrobe, her nipples obviously protruding under the thin material, she said, "Hey Lenny, I was just about to get in the shower before you came, why don't you join me!" She flashed me that brilliant white smile and winked, as her head nodded towards the bathroom.
"You don't have to ask me twice," I said trying to sound cool, but not really carrying it off that well. It sounded more like a nervous question.
As I followed her into the bathroom I noticed Dawn's hair seemed really messed up and that she had a sheen that looked like someone who had gone out jogging and then sat down for a few minutes while the sweat dried.
Dawn reached in and turned the water on then turned back towards me. "Here, let me help you with those," she said, reaching down to the button fly on my jeans and popping them all in one quick zip down. My thick hose was bunched in a mass bulging out in my tradition white briefs. Dawn grinned looking at it and tugged at the side of my jeans causing them to fall around my ankles in a "whooosh."
"Take off your shirt," she said. I obeyed, who wouldn't. Somehow commands from Dawn seemed more like pleasant requests. I was still embarrassed about my white bird chest that was not only weak looking but stood out in such stark contrast to Dawn's golden tan.
As my glasses started to steam from the hot water kicking in, Dawn leaned into me, her silk covered tits pressing into my chest. With one hand she cupped my nuts and with her other she attempted to grip my dick and whispered in my ear, "I just love your huge cock, Lenny...I've been thinking about it all week."
Her hand lurched from my cock jumping from her erotic comments.
"I hope you can see with those glasses off Lenny," she said as she slipped out of her robe and let it gather in a bunch around her feet. Her body was just like I remembered it, perfectly rounded and firm 34D tits capped with puffy aureoles that were quite large in diameter. Her nipples were a slightly lighter brown than her aureoles and seemed perpetually hard. She gave my dick one final squeeze, turned, and stepped into the shower pulling the curtain behind her. "Don't keep me waiting," she sang out.
I took my glasses off and set them on the counter. While I use them primarily for reading, I also need them to see things at a distance. Dawn wouldn't be to far away. I lifted the band of my underwear up and over my penis had been pushing the fabric of my underwear up and out since Dawn had first expressed delight in it. I then pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in.
Dawn's hair was hanging down wet, causing her too look younger than her 21 years. I had just taken a shower an hour ago, but I knew it wasn't going to be anything like this. Dawn had fully soaped up and she turned away from me and like our last encounter pulled my hands up to her firm soap slicked tits. "How do you like 'em now Lenny?"
"Ooooooh...I...I love it," I said closing me eyes and rubbing up and down her breasts with alternately squeezing them hard, the soapiness causing them to slip out of my grasp the harder I squeezed. My dick was iron stiff, my large knobby head pressing into the small of her back. I felt her lean forward as I released the grip on her tits and she grabbed her ankles. This pressed her perfectly shaped and now soaped- up ass against my rigid cock. It was almost like she was gripping my dick with her hand, except now it was her tight ass cheeks putting pressure on me from both sides.
"That feels greeeeaat," I moaned as Dawn started to slide her ass up and down my dick. This was a new form of masturbating for me to be sure. My cock was starting to turn a dark pink as I felt the pressure building up in my balls. I grabbed both sides of her slim hips and pulled back from her crack.
"Hey! What's going on?" Dawn questioned. "It feels to good, I don't want to blow my load too soon like last time." I told her.
Dawn turned around with a smile, her wet bangs hanging down over her eyes. "Well let's do something we didn't get to do last time."
She reached between my legs and grabbing the last four inches of my stiff dick and pulled down like a slot machine, almost to the point where it was causing pain because of the the stiffness and the angle she had me pointed down. Then she let go abruptly and my cock shot straight up whacking me in the stomach. Dawn laughed and said, "I've always wanted to do that to a guy.... And you're perfect for it." I made no motion to stop her and after three more whacks and the blood further penetrating my engorged head she gripped my tight at the base and pulled my out of the shower by the root.
I couldn't help but follow and Dawn laughed again as she tossed me a towel that was hanging up and continued pulling me out into her bedroom. She pushed me down to my knees and then sat on the side of the bed draping her legs over my shoulders as she did so. "Now eat me out she!" she said, "and then I'll let you jam that over-stuffed fuckstick up my hot wet pussy!"
This being my second try at oral sex, I took what I thought was the initiative reaching a hand under and cupping each of her ass cheeks then pulling her tight against my mouth. I went at her pussy with a vengeance wanting to prove my manhood and that I could get her off without instruction. "That's it baby," she cried, "be a tough boy and clean me out!"