The biggest challenge in pursuing my collection, obviously, has been finding new women to suck my cock. The internet has been quite useful in this respect, but very few of the women I've met that way have wound up in my journal. The reason isn't that I didn't get some very good blow jobs from these women. No, it has more to do with the fact that those entries would be almost identical. Yeah, there would be a different name and different face. And, of course, there are variations in where and how these women have gone down on me. But there would be very little background information about the woman doing the deed because the truth is, I hardly know them.
I've been selective as to which blow jobs I've written about. I prefer to write about the ones where I know the women well enough to give my readers a good description of who she is, what she's like and how I managed to get her on her knees. If it was just a name and a description of her cocksucking, this journal would be boring to read as well as write. I want to write what's fun for me to write about and I assume that readers don't particularly want to be bored either.
What makes this next entry so nice is that it's blow job that practically fell into my lap from a woman I already knew a bit about.
When I was in high school, one of my sisters was a couple years behind me. When I was a senior, she and all her friends were sophomores. One of her friends, Shayla, apparently had quite a crush on me at the time. I was only marginally aware of her and didn't do anything to encourage her, but I guess she noticed me.
Shayla looked even younger than she was, and a two year age difference can be quite a lot in high school anyway. She was also painfully shy around me in those days, so it wasn't like we talked much. She simply had a crush on me and was content to watch from a distance. And I hardly noticed her at all.
What I do remember about Shayla from high school, apart from her shyness, was that she was pretty chunky. She had a very cute face, but she was roly-poly. She had soft brown eyes, reddish brown hair that she kept pulled back in a pony tail all the time. She was very fair skinned with freckles and her cheeks and nose were always pink. Also, I can't remember ever seeing her not wearing a baggy sweatshirt, even in hot weather.
After high school I went off to college and hardly saw her at all over the next couple of years. When I did see her again, I hardly recognized her. It was at my sister's graduation and when they called Shayla's name, I looked expecting to see the roly-poly girl she had been when I was in high school. But Shayla had changed.
Even under her gown it was obvious that she had lost a lot of weight. That wasn't what really got my attention though. It was the way she carried herself. Shayla had always had a mousy, almost hunched way of walking. Now, as she walked away with her diploma, her back was straight, shoulders back and her head was held high. By the way she was walking I could also tell that she was wearing heels, which was something I had never seen her do before either.
I ran into her once or twice over the course of that summer. Shayla was still a bit shy around me, but we did talk a little bit. I still thought of her as my kid sister's friend and most of our talk was me giving her advice about college. Yeah, I had two years of under my belt and in my mind that made me an expert. To her credit, she listened attentively, though I don't know if that was because she valued my advice or if she still had a crush on me.
I did notice that Shayla was starting to blossom into quite a nice looking young woman. She was still a little thick in the hips and thighs and probably always would be. But the difference was that she now had the womanly curves that she had lacked before. Shayla also had incredibly large breasts and now that she no longer wore only baggy sweatshirts, they were impossible not to notice. They were probably D's or double D's and I found it difficult not to stare at them.
However big her breasts were though, she was still in the kid-sister category. I was having my fun in college, usually with women who were my age or older and I never really gave Shayla much thought in those terms.
Over the next few years I spent less and less time around my parents house and consequently saw Shayla hardly at all. Once in a while she would stop by to visit my sister when I was home for a holiday or something, but our paths rarely crossed. I didn't have more than a few conversations with her in all that time. Mostly they were about how college was going for her, how college, and later job hunting, were going for me. Shayla had outgrown a lot of her high school shyness by this time and she was seeming less like one of my sister's friends and more like her own woman.
Still, there wasn't anything about our infrequent conversations that would have led me to think of Shayla in sexual terms. True, she had mammoth breasts that I had trouble keeping my eyes off of, but there wasn't any flirting between us. I don't even know if she had any boyfriends during this period of time because we simply didn't talk about things like that.
After I graduated college I didn't see Shayla for a few years. I had heard from my sister that she had finished her degree and gone on to law school. Later I heard that she was living "near" me. I say "near" because she was living in the same state, not particularly close to me. But when you live far away from your family, they think anyone in the same state as you is "near" you.
My sister even went so far as to give me Shayla's email address so we could get together. I didn't see the point in telling my family that Shayla didn't live all that close to me. I also didn't see the point in sending her an email, because we really didn't know what we'd have to talk about if we did get together. I had hardly talked to the woman since we were in college and without person in common present, like my sister, I didn't know how things would go. Yeah, the thought of her huge breasts tempted me, but in the end, I just let the matter go.
You have to understand that my family wasn't trying to hook me up. They just assumed that both Shayla and I, being so far from home, might get homesick or something like that. I was enjoying life, had made new friends and never felt a pressing need to have any close contacts from home. I might have been a little annoyed by my family for assuming that I needed their help making friends. Or maybe I felt like they wanted someone checking up on me. I don't know. The bottom line is, I never emailed Shayla.
It was a few years after that I finally saw Shayla again. My sister had come to visit Shayla and arranged for the three of us to get together for dinner one night. Living far from home, I don't get to see much of my family and naturally I wasn't going to miss a chance to visit with my sister. I really wasn't thinking much about Shayla when I accepted the invitation.
Well, I have to say that I was blindsided. If my sister hadn't been sitting with her, I wouldn't have recognized Shayla. She was, plain and simply, stunning.
It wasn't just her physical appearance, though she did look great. Shayla was poised, witty and outgoing, a totally different person from the shy, sweatshirt-clad girl I remembered. The three of us had a terrific time that night and we wound up staying at the bar and talking for several hours after dinner.
