The next morning everything seemed normal as Corey and I stumbled out of bed as late as possible to just barely make it to our first class on time. Any concerns I had about Corey having regrets seemed unfounded because he seemed exactly the same as he'd always been with me. We sat together in our first class, and then met up for lunch with others before heading to separate lab sessions for the afternoon.
Brandon, the guy from the mixer, was still flirting with me via email, but I was losing interest in him. I'd finally realized that we only ever talked about him. All of our emails were about his classes, his life, his body, and his sexual needs. The only time he'd mention me was to ask if I was getting excited about touching his body and sucking his dick. I'd mention things about myself, but he never replied to those comments. I'd heard girls complain about guys that only cared about themselves, and now knew exactly what they meant.
A bunch of us would meet up for dinner at the dining hall each evening. Our friend group was made up of girls and guys from several floors that had developed connections. We had a silly habit of pretending it was someone's birthday every day. We'd make that person stand as we sang happy birthday to them. Usually others from the dining hall would join in, but they weren't in on the fun. Corey decided it was my birthday and so I stood while they sang me happy birthday. His eyes were fixed on me the whole time and I found myself wondering if he was as excited about tonight as I was.
We usually showered after dinner and then hung out in just shorts and sometimes a shirt. When I exited our bathroom Corey told me to stay naked and he went to take his shower. We weren't prudes, but it wasn't normal for either of us to stay naked. I found myself wanting to cover up even though I was alone in the room.
Corey excited the bathroom naked and continued drying off with his towel. I usually would look away when he was naked to not make him feel uncomfortable, but this time I kept my eyes on him. I'd never let myself stare like this before, and I'm sure my pupils were huge as I found his slightly damp body visually intoxicating.
"I want you to lie on the bed like we're going to sixty nine." Corey's voice reminded me it was time to stop staring.
"Are we going to sixty nine?"
Corey laughed. "Nah, I just think you need some practice sucking dick like this. I'm pretty sure gay guys sixty nine a lot."
We both got onto my bed lying in the proper positions. I was extremely hard and Corey's cock was mostly hard. I found myself staring at the underside of his dick and balls for the first time. I was so horny I didn't wait for permission and took him into mouth.
Corey groaned. "Your tongue is now on the top of my dick, so you really need to use your lip more to work the bottom because you know that's where the most sensitive spot is."
My left arm was against the bed and I snaked it up to run along his legs. I loved the idea of touching his body even though he'd never really given me permission to do so. My right arm wasn't sure if it wanted to hold his cock or mine. I wanted to stroke myself, but I also wanted to stroke him. For the moment, I was using it on his hip to steady myself.
