I will never forget Jennifer, My favorite classmate....
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My first realization of ecstasy happened unsuspectingly one night as a sticky mess on the bed linens all over me. What just happened? I was daydreaming about Jennifer. We are in the same math class this year at the university. Today she had worn a short skirt that left very little to my imagination.
She continuously attempted to gain comfort by crossing and uncrossing her legs, or was she intentionally showing me the white lining of her panties? Either way, I had not previously noticed how nice her legs were, but today my attention was riveted to the long shapely legs of this beautiful, developing nineteen-year-old. Had my twenty-year-old brain been ripened further, it would have noticed the look of consent on her face.
The next day she returned wearing another skirt. This one had a split in the front, showing those beautiful shapely legs. My newly discovered hardness was attempting to unfold but was arrested by my briefs. I found this most uncomfortable, so I reached down and tried to adjust my briefs.
My pulsing head found its way through the leg opening. Instantly the rest of my shaft followed it, residing alongside my leg just under my trousers. Damn, this could be embarrassing.
She noticed this instantly. Her legs parted slowly as the smile on her face indicated a gesture of approval. I reached down to conceal the demon, but as my hand arrived, the sensitive throbbing muscle released its ammunition. I tried in vain to stop the release, but the immensity of this newly found discharge had taken control with precision and accuracy.
I was sure my expression told the entire story. The pleasing appearance on her face indicated acknowledgment of the event. I was burdened with warm gooey sperm attaching to my inner thigh and a developing saturated spot on my pants. As we rose to leave class, she made sure I understood her appreciation, giving me a full view of her soaked cotton panties.
Our covert arrangement continued for months. During this time, I had come to find a state of ecstasy that could be throttled back and prolonged once the steamy hot liquid had left its residence and started its journey through my shaft.
I found extreme pleasure in teasing my tool just enough to get the journey started but then able to heel it by pinching the ever-pulsing head and prolonging the inevitable ejaculation. The second I released tension from the head, the ejaculatory stream would continue its journey. Sometimes this high would last for five minutes or more. This had not gone unnoticed by Jennifer during class. She was more than interested in the concealed activity under my desk.
The chaos of releasing my hard flesh from the confines of my briefs made me cease wearing them. This feeling of openness for me and my lodger was remarkable. The freedom for my male parts to swing freely under my trousers as I traversed the university halls felt great.
Friday in class, Jennifer placed her hand on her thigh as if to replicate my newly found hobby. Was she leading me on? Did she want to see me pleasure myself?