THIS IS PART TWO OF AN ONGOING STORY
So here it was the end of October. Almost two months earlier, I had lost my virginity on the beach in La Jolla to a friend of mine named Erin. Since then, though, we had both been so busy with school that we had barely seen each other, let alone actually had sex again. Beyond that, though I don’t know about her, between band, choir, classes, church, and the intramural volleyball team I was playing on, I hadn’t had any sex whatsoever (my right hand doesn’t count!).
At that point, I was beginning to experience a real case of blue balls. I mean, yeah, I was jacking off just about every night, but the fact of the matter is, once you’ve had the real thing, you can’t go back to your right hand and expect it to satisfy you. I had to get laid, and it had to be soon, or my nuts were going to explode.
And so on the morning of Thursday, the 28th of October, I got up before 7:00 in the morning. I had a raging morning wood, just like I had every morning since Labor Day weekend, but I would get no relief. After getting ready for the day, I realized that, unlike most mornings since the second semester of my freshman year, I actually had time to go to breakfast at the Union. You see, at Fresno State, unlike most schools, the breakfast food at the Union is actually good (I honestly do NOT want to know how they make some of it, though!).
I went into the Union, grabbed an L.A. Times, got a bowl of cereal, some eggs, and some bacon, and headed over to a fairly isolated table in the corner. My old freshman year routine… it was a little weird, but at the same time, strangely familiar.
I was mindlessly staring at a human interest piece on how residents of Florida were cleaning up after the four hurricanes that had hit during the summer when I heard a voice I had not heard in a long time.
“Jason? JASON? Is that you?”
Turning, I saw my old friend Tara, who I hadn’t seen in almost a year, coming toward me. “It IS you!” she said excitedly. “I haven’t seen you in so long!”
I stood up to hug her, but she threw herself on me in a huge bear hug. That was more than enough to wake up my cock and send it straight up, poking into her leg. As luck would have it, she noticed right away.
“Oh my,” she said, laughing nervously. “Hello to you, too!”
“I am so sorry,” I said. “It’s just… ummmm…”
“Blue balls?” she said with a laugh.
“Yeah,” I replied, turning an extremely bright shade of red. “I don’t have a clue what to do about it.”
“Well,” she said, with a grin I hadn’t seen in a long time spreading on her face, “maybe I can help you out.”
You have to understand, Tara is an extremely sexual person, and she’s an exhibitionist as well. There was one time when she got me to make out in the stacks of the library with her, even though there was a security camera pointing straight at her. I had heard about another time when she had a threesome with a couple of guys on top of the pressbox at the football stadium. And then there was an incident I had heard about with her and a beer bottle at her human sexuality discussion group…
Tara told me to sit back down, and then, before I realized what was going on, she had slipped under the table. ZIP. Down went the fly on my jeans, and out came my cock.
I pushed my chair all the way in and picked up my Times, trying to look completely normal. Unfortunately, as she worked her extremely talented mouth on my cock, that became more and more difficult. I had to physically force my hands to relax their grip on the newspaper.
After almost two months, I didn’t last very long. Despite all the control I had gained from nearly ten years of masturbating, I lasted for less than two minutes. As I approached the edge, I said, sotto voce so that nobody else would hear, “I’m about to cum…”
Didn’t matter to her, apparently, as she kept sucking my cock. I gasped and grabbed the paper so hard it ripped in half as my cock spasmed and I shot multiple jets of cum into her waiting mouth. When I finally finished orgasming, I set that section of the paper down, looked around to make sure nobody had seen, and picked up the sports section.
ZIP. Up went the fly on my jeans again, and then a moment later, Tara emerged from under the table, looking as though absolutely nothing had happened. She picked up my glass of milk and drained it – apparently the taste of cum is not too appetizing!
I opened my mouth to try to say thank you, but my throat was completely dry, and my voice wouldn’t come out. She just smiled, said, “You’re welcome,” hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and then was gone.
Later that morning, I was sitting in my PSY 421 class, listening to the T.A. lecture. Now, when Professor Dracamus lectures, it’s usually very interesting, but he was out today, so his dipshit T.A. was lecturing, and it sucked balls. As I thought that, I wrote “This sucks balls” on my notes, which led my still very horny brain to drift back to this morning and the heavenly blowjob I had received from Tara.
Oops. Up went my cock again, almost immediately. Just as it did so, my friend Andrea looked over at me. Unfortunately, she noticed right away – or maybe it was fortunate. As soon as she noticed, she smiled, very innocently, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me.
I unfolded it. Hey Jason – you know what would really get me off? If you fingered me, right here, in the middle of the lecture. – luv Andrea
What the fuck? I thought. I looked over at her. The innocent grin was still on her face. I thought about it, and then looked around for a moment. She was sitting right next to me, there was nobody on either side of us, we were in the back row, and due to the way the tables were designed, there was no WAY anybody would be able to see us.
So, with a shrug, I reached my left hand over, tugged out the back of her skirt, and reached under. Ah-ha, she was going commando. Well, no surprise there. Although Andrea plans on remaining a virgin until her wedding night and won’t do oral (she considers it sex), she has no problem with hand-to-genital stuff.
Sticking my middle finger inside of her and locating her clitoris with my index finger, I began working. And this is where the sixteen years of classical piano training really pays off – I have an INCREDIBLE amount of dexterity in my hands, and I can do different things with both of them at the same time.
There I was, in the middle of class, taking notes with my right hand, and finger-fucking Andrea with my left hand. She was still trying to take notes, but her hand was shaking too badly. I looked over at her and whispered, “Don’t worry, you can copy mine.” Relieved, she put her pen down and just enjoyed the ride.
After a couple of minutes, I felt her pussy spasming around my middle finger. She gasped, but fortunately didn’t catch anybody’s attention. She came down quickly, and as I pulled my hand away, I noticed just how wet it was from her juices.
The rest of class went fairly quickly, with the class starting to leave while the T.A. was still lecturing. He tried to make everybody sit back down until he was done, but he just got a large number of middle fingers and “Fuck you”s as everybody left.
As Andrea and I walked down the hall of the Psychology building, Andrea broke loose. “Oh my God,” she nearly shouted. “That was unbelievable. I’ve never done anything like that in public before. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed so hard or so quickly, either.”
“Well,” I said, rather pleased with myself, “I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”
“It was great – wait a second,” she interrupted herself. We had just passed by a partially open supply closet, and she grabbed my wrist, pulled me inside, and locked the door. She located the overhead light and turned it on.
Pulling a bottle of lotion out of her backpack, she said, “I owe you.” With that, she unzipped my fly, pulled out my still hard cock, put some lotion on it, and went to work with her right hand (she’s a pianist too, so the manual dexterity thing really comes into play!).
It took longer than it had for Tara that morning, but it still was fairly quick. As I approached the edge, I whispered, “I’m about to cum,” through gritted teeth. Andrea grabbed a shop towel with her free hand and held it up to the head of my cock just as it let loose. She managed to catch all of my cum in the shop towel, and then when I was done cumming, she grabbed another shop towel and wiped all the lotion off of my cock and her hand. Then, she dropped the towels down the garbage chute, said, “Bye,” and walked out the door. By the time I walked out the door, she was nowhere to be seen.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. There was one somewhat embarrassing moment to the day, though. I had dozed off in my International Policy class, and my cell phone rang. It woke me up, and I woke up so violently that I fell out of my chair. Of course, between that and the phone, it caused some laughter. I quickly got back into the chair and turned off the phone, doing my best to pretend like nothing had happened.
When I left class, I checked my phone again, and sure enough, there was a voicemail message. Pressing the button to access my voicemail, a message from Erin popped up. “Jason,” she said, “I was wondering if you would be able to come over tonight and help me study for my music theory test. I’ve got most of the concepts, but secondary dominants are being a pain in the ass. I know you’re good at this stuff, and we really haven’t gotten the chance to hang out a lot lately, so it would be great if you could. Give me a call. Bye!”
Well, well, well. Opportunity of opportunities. I called Erin back, and we agreed on 6:00. It was just after 5:00 already, so I quickly headed home. When I got there, I hopped in the shower, shaved, put on some casual-nice clothes, and something I almost never use – a little bit of cologne. I’ve been told that this cologne I wear, in the amount I wear it, is just enough so that girls can’t really smell it, but their noses detect it and it really turns them on.
I arrived at Erin’s apartment at ten after six – traffic was a bitch going across campus. When I knocked on her door, she opened it, looked at me, and said, “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it.”
