Her small hand grabbed at the top of my dick and jerked it up and down fast. A little too fast. She held it tightly, a little too tight. And as she jerked me off she failed to stroke the entire length of my shaft.
What is she doing? Is she trying to start a fire or something?! Slow down would you? And there's no need to hold so tightly, it's not going to escape.
We took a short break from tongue wrestling as I pulled her shirt off over her head. We continued kissing as she reached back and undid her bra. I grabbed it and threw it to the floor of my car, exposing her bare breasts.
I can't take much more of this Hand job, it hurts more than it feels good.
I thought to myself.
"Maybe give me a blow job?" I suggested to Aubri, out of breath.
It was my second semester at college. I had met Aubri a couple months previously at a party and we had been dating now for a few weeks. She was a freshman, like me. She was planning on majoring in Psychology, as was I, so she was easy to start up conversation with. And she held my conversation because she was definitely not ugly.
I instantly fell in love with her strawberry blonde hair and big green eyes when I met her. She played soccer so she was in good shape as well. And no one could miss her extremely large breasts for her age, I would guess 32D, and I should know, having just taken her bra off. And the small cluster of freckles on her nose were just adorable to me.
Ahhh...careful with those teeth.
Aubri bobbed up and down on my dick, only managing to get one or two inches of me into her mouth before needing to come up for air. And every now and then I would feel the hard sharp edge of a tooth scrape against my tender flesh. I held one of her large soft breasts in my hand and squeezed it like a stress ball every time the average oral show took a sharp turn towards pain Ville.
Ah man this is great and all but I sure do miss the experience of older women.
Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed my time with Aubri, but it sure made me appreciate the amazing experiences I had been blessed with prior to my leaving for college. While Aubri had some of the best tits in our class they paled in comparison to Julie Jensen's magnificent Rack. I never would have felt even the hint of a tooth on the receiving end of one of Mrs. Davis' plump lipped blow jobs. And don't get me started on the orgasmic skills of Danielle Taylor. All three were sexy Milf's that for some incredible reason I had gotten lucky with back home.
"Oh, Chris, be gentle." Aubri warned me as I slid my finger underneath her panties and into her warm pussy.
"Oh my gosh is that the time?" Aubri asked looking at the clock, "I need to get home. Hurry, take me back to my car."
"What? Now?!" I asked in disbelief, "Can't you be just a little late?"
"No. If I am, my Mother will kill me. And besides you want her to like you since you are meeting her for the first time tomorrow night at dinner." She reminded me as she zipped her jeans up and slipped back into her bra.
"Good point." I admitted.
I had not met Aubri's mother yet, but from what I had heard she sounded like a Nazi. Despite her daughter being in college she still made Aubri obey a curfew. I did not want to start things off on the wrong foot so I grudgingly folded my erection into my shorts and drove her back to where her car was parked.
"Be at my house at six. And don't be late" she instructed me just before she hopped out of my car and into hers.
After she had pulled away I whipped my dick out and quickly jerked off to avoid the pain of blue balls the next day.
Dang
I thought to myself as I walked into my English class.
I was late so the only seats available were on the first row. I walked down the stairs and took my seat in the middle section on the front row. After a few minutes Ms. Hartel rose from behind her desk in the middle of the floor and the one hundred students seated in the stadium like class room fell to a silence.
Ms. Hartel was my English teacher and she had a reputation throughout the school of not putting up with any bull crap. Despite English being my favorite subject it was my hardest class because of her strict grading policy.
She was a tall woman, and even taller with her heels on. She dressed professionally and conservatively, but you could still see the outline of her hour glass figure.
"Please open your books up to page 64 and we will pick up where we left off." She said, the small microphone on her cardigan amplifying it throughout the classroom for all to hear.
"Once again we will be discussing the poem by Walt Witman and its themes." She continued, and her smooth voice filled the stadium like warm milk being poured into a glass. It made me a little sleepy. But I knew I would have to stay awake on the first row or else risk getting rapped on the hand by the yard stick she used to teach with.
She used the yard stick to point at a passage she had copied down onto the whiteboard from
A Woman Waits for Me
, and asked,
"Who would like to share their thoughts on this passage?"
The class remained silent. No one dared to give an incorrect answer and risk a public rebuke from Ms. Hartel. Something she was known for doing.
"As a room full of hormone crazed young adults I know you all have thoughts on it..." she said, "Very well, Witman is speaking about the pinnacle of human passion. The desire that our bodies and spirits will eternally crave. He is referring of course to... sex."
Hearing the word "sex" come out of Ms. Hartel's mouth brought me and a few others slightly out of our half comatose state. Just then a wadded up piece of paper landed in my open book in front of me. I turned around to see where it came from and found my buddy, Bobby, a couple rows back with his thumbs up and a big grin on his face.
"Open it." He mouthed silently to me.
I unwrinkled the paper. On it was a rudimentary drawing of two stick figures, one labeled as Ms. Hartel. The other figure had its head buried in her exaggerated boobs, with the label "This is what Witman's poem is about!" scribbled at the top. I laughed a little and shook my head at Bobby's immaturity.
Before I could put it away the paper was snatched out of my hands. I looked up to see the real Ms. Hartel standing over me with the paper in her hand.
"You know the rule. Any whispering or note passing is to be shared with the entire class." She said authoritatively.
My race flushed red. I glanced back at Bobby but he had suddenly become very busy taking notes on the lecture. I looked back at Ms. Hartel who was now reading over the paper. Her face also went slightly red.
Oh no, I am going to get it.
"Hmm.." Ms. Hartel cleared her throat. "Perhaps this would best be handled privately. "
She put the paper into a drawer in her desk.
"Now where was I?" she asked, and continued on with the lecture for the day.
The rest of class was uneventful. I kept my head down and tried to avoid eye contact with Ms. Hartel. I was so embarrassed.
"That is all the time we have for today. Nest class the TA and I should have all your papers graded. Don't forget the reading this weekend. You are dismissed." She told the class.
I bolted out my row and took the stairs two at a time to the door so I could beat the rush and escape before Ms. Hartel could speak to me.
I'll just have to sit in the very back corner next time and hope she forgets about that paper.
I pulled up to the address Aubri had texted me at 5:55.
There's her car in the driveway, this has to be it.
