It was a Thursday afternoon and it was raining. I was a freshman in college and I was late for my biology laboratory. I ran up the path in the drizzle, past the pond and up to the science tower. I was breathing hard in the elevator as I went up to the lab floor. I stepped out of the elevator and then held by breath as I opened the door.
The demonstrator stopped talking and everyone glared at me as I walked in and over to my position on the desk. My lab partner, Claire, gave me an evil stare.
"You had better have read this up, John." she warned me.
I just smiled like a dork.
"Jeez! Just get ready, okay?"
"Okay." I replied.
I took out my manual and lab coat and got my stuff set up on the desk. Across from me was Sarah. God she was such a fox! She always wore short skirts and tights with cowboy boots. She had beautiful make-up on today, as usual. I watched as her eyelashes flicked up and down as she looked over her desk arranging the equipment for the experiment. Then she looked up at me - my heart did a little flip in my chest. She looked at me! Then I realized that I was staring at her and quickly pretended to be doing something else.
I played that moment over and over in my mind that night in bed. Sarah looked up at me over the desk. She looked up and smiled, she blushed. I was confident and charming.
"Hi Sarah." I said. "You doing alright?"
"Hi John." she replied, "I actually need a little help with this. I don't understand what we are supposed to be doing."
"Do you mid if I come over and have a look?"
"No," she said with a smile, "I'd like that."
I went around the desk, stood next to her, and showed her where she had misunderstood the manual. I was close to her, my hip touching hers. As we worked through the book both of our hands were on the book. Her fingers were long and smooth, with short sharp painted nails. I reached over to pick up the pencil and our hands brushed accidentally. She looked up at me and I gently placed my hand back, I softly stroked her index finger right up to the tip. Then she took her finger and ran it down my palm. I looked right into her eyes and told her she was beautiful.
We quietly slipped out of the lab and into the ladies restroom. Right in the middle of the room, in front of the basins and the mirror, Sarah quickly undid my belt and pushed my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang up and she held it softly in her hand.
"You have a beautiful cock, John."
"It just looks good next to you, Sarah."
"No seriously, it is big and hard and smooth. It really is a model penis." she paused "May I kiss it?"
"Certainly, it would love to be kissed."
She slowly got down on her knees and slowly, very slowly, moved her mouth close to my throbbing cock head. She placed her lips against it and kissed its underside. Shocks of electricity ran through my body. She kissed it again, longer and harder. Then she poked out her tongue and licked it from the base of the head to the very tip and swirled her tongue over the opening.
"That is so nice, Sarah. You are very good."
She responded by pushing her lips past my head and took two inches of my shaft into her mouth. I gasped at the sensation. She slowly withdrew applying a little suction until my cock popped out of her mouth.
Suddenly my cock swelled up and started to spew cum all over Sarah's face. I groaned and grunted as my orgasm peaked. I felt very wet - then I woke up and realized that I had just jerked off in bed fantasizing about Sarah. Well, that was about as close as I would ever get to screwing her. She hardly knew I was alive.
The next Tuesday I was horny and alone. I decided to take a walk though town. I had walked past the nightclubs in the centre of town and decided against them all. I didn't feel like a crowd right now. I kept on walking and then realized that I had gone right through the main part of town and was walking out towards the industrial part. I then noticed a shop that was open. The name was simply 'Roxanne'. I could hear music softly emanating from the front door. There was a young woman dressed in a white string strap top and jeans behind the desk.
"Just go right in, honey." she said to me.
The second door opened onto a stairway, the only lighting was a rope of Christmas lights along one wall. I slowly climbed the stairs, my heart beating faster and harder. I could hear myself breathing, my hands began to shake. I wasn't sure where I was, but I had some ideas, and they were all a little scary. The whole place felt like something dangerous, or naughty. The door at the top was closed and I fought an urge to just go back down without seeing what was inside. I put my hand against the door and slowly pushed. The music burst out as the door opened. There were several young women sitting around on sofas and chairs. There was a fire burning in the hearth on the other side of the room. Several eyes turned to look at me as I entered. I crept in quietly. All the women smiled. They were all wearing heavy eye make-up and wore shear dresses. There was a man in the far corner of the room. He had a big moustache and wore a white T-shirt and jeans. One of the young women was sitting beside him with a leg over him while she kissed his neck and face.
I wandered over and stood next to the wall. A girl in a black spaghetti strap singlet and fishnet tights came over and asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked for a bourbon, and she didn't ID me. Another girl in a gold colored dress came over and asked how I was doing. I mumbled some reply.
"You look cold, honey." she said, "Can I warm you up?"
I just stared at her. She took my hand and I was stunned by how soft her skin was. I stroked her arm with my other hand as she led me over to a sofa. A girl in a blue dress shuffled over to let us sit down. She smiled at me. I was squeezed in between them.
"What's your name, honey?" Gold asked me.
"John." I replied.
"Yes, you are a John." Blue said.
They both giggled.
"I'm Bambi." said Gold, "And this is Lori."
Lori waved her long nails at me.
"So what kind of girl do you like?" Bambi asked.
"Blonde, Brunette or Red-head?" Lori offered.
"D..D..Dark hair." I stuttered.
"Oh, that's you out, honey." Lori said to Bambi.
"And pale skin, blue eyes."
"Ah, he knows what he wants." Lori said. "You come with me - I have just the person."
Lori led me down a hallway and into a room. There was a four-poster bed, with drapes on each side, and a towel over the duvet. The room smelt of talcum powder. The waitress came in after us and gave me my Jack Daniels, which I immediately drank down in one go.
