This story is a work of fiction. It is based on actual people and locations; for privacy purposes, the names of the characters have been changed.
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Have you ever had one of those days when everything, and I mean everything, just goes absolutely right? Well, let me tell you about one of those days that I had around five months ago.
I am a freshman at Northern Arizona University. This was the start of the second week of classes, right after Labor Day. The only bad part about the day was having to get up at 7:00 to be at an 8:00 class, but I dealt with it.
My first class that day went uneventfully. It wasn't boring, it wasn't entertaining, it just was. After that class, I headed over to Central Dining for breakfast. As I was getting my food, I heard a familiar voice call my name. Looking over to the eating area, I saw a my friend Sara who I'd worked with in Phoenix the summer before.
I headed over to the table that she was at, in the corner of the room. "How are you doing, Rick?" she asked, giving me a smile.
"I'm good," I replied, smiling back. I sat down next to her, and we started talking about what each of us had done in the four weeks since she had quit. After a few minutes of that, however, she gave me this look of pure lust.
"I've wanted you for so long, Rick," she said. She put her hand on my crotch, where I suddenly sprang to attention β all nine inches of it. "I want to suck you off, right here, right now."
"In Central Dining?" I asked, a little concerned.
"Do you have a better idea?" she retorted. "I live on South Campus, and I have a class in twenty minutes!"
With that, she slid under the table. I was sitting facing the corner, so she was effectively hidden from view. I felt her unzip my jeans and pull them down, and then my boxers as well. She took my cock in her mouth, sucking it expertly. I knew that she had had a boyfriend until a few days before, and from what she told me at work, she had become quite the pro at doing this.
I continued to sit at the table, trying to act normal, eating my breakfast and reading my book, but as I approached the breaking point, I had to put the book down and stop eating, because I was beginning to shake.
Suddenly, a warm rush filled my cock, and I begin to cum into her mouth. I spurted about twelve times, and she swallowed it all. She came back out from underneath the table, and wiped a little drop of my jism off of the corner of her mouth. She took a drink of orange juice, and then kissing me, said, "I'll see you later, Rick. I'll have to come (cum) over sometime!"
As she left, I looked at the clock on the wall and realized, oh shit, I'm late for chemistry. Leaving my plate on the table, I jumped up and ran out the emergency exit.
I got into class about five minutes after Dr. Shawshank had begun lecturing. He gave me a rather evil look, and I sheepishly headed back to the back of the room, and took the only seat remaining, all the way in the back corner.
As I sat down, I realized that I was sitting right next to Lisa Flaherty, a sophomore cheerleader who every guy in the NAU marching band wanted. The cheerleaders practiced with the marching band, and of them all, Lisa was definitely the nicest one. She was willing to associate with us "band nerds", and, of course, she was also the best looking one. She was only 5'4", she weighed about 95-100 pounds, and she had about a 36C chest. Nonetheless, she looked better than anybody else on the cheerleading squad.
She leaned over to me and whispered, "Hi, Rick. Shawshank's gonna get on your ass for being late. You know he hates that."
I whispered back, "I'll just sneak out the back door. He'll never know."
"I've got a better idea," she replied. "When his back is turned, let's both go. I hate this class, anyway."
"Sounds good," I whispered. Just then, Shawshank looked at us. "Mr. Trainor, Ms. Flaherty, is there a problem?"
"No, sir," we both shot back in unison. "See that there doesn't become one," he retorted, giving us the evil eye.