Summer Awakening Ch. 01
My name is Mark, I'm 19 years old and I was a late bloomer, not only physically, but socially as well. I was always quiet and disliked being the center of attention. Though I'd become somewhat better with social interaction, this had not changed much as I entered college. Being a late bloomer I wasn't confident with my body and, having little knowledge of the human body, I was not familiar with my 'gifts'. To compound my social ineptitude I was raised in a very religious household and there was equal amounts of shame to go with it.
This may be the reason for some of my less 'normal' sexual interests, but I'll leave that up to the professionals to decide. None of these interests were quick to develop but seemed to build on one another until it seemed that I required more and more atypical fantasies to get me off.
My first year at college had started out fairly straightforward, I was drowning in school work and focused on keeping afloat rather than taking part in the myriad social opportunities. However, the summer leading up to that first year of college was much more interesting and had left me with much to contemplate in my down time, mostly when I found myself laying in bed at night.
It had all started innocently enough, my cousin had recently moved to town to attend the same college and she had taken up residence in the college dorm a few months early so that she could pick up some extra school credits and found herself with a lot of spare time, and even more freedom. Given that she was new in town she looked for me to provide her with some company while she got her feet under her. Our time was typically spent at local coffee shops or pubs where I sat quietly as she prattled on about some new social cause that she was intensely interested in.
A little bit about my cousin. Sarah is also 19 years old, though a few months older than me, and is average, by my estimation, which just so happened to be the type of woman that I've always been attracted to. She was around 5'7" tall, wore an average amount of make-up, had medium length brown hair, an athletic build from her time spent playing soccer, very muscular legs, and medium breasts, which to my uneducated glances appeared to be a B cup.
The latest cause she was interested in wasn't particularly engaging to me that day, yet I appeared to be listening intently, though I'd drifted off thinking about nothing in particular.
"Mark, what do you think of the intersectionality of CIS gender women and the plight of POC LGBT women?" Sarah asked.
I had no idea what she was talking about. "Umm, it seems a little unfair to me," I rambled hoping that I had faked it well enough.
"You're not even interested, are you?" Damnit, I was caught.
"It's not that I'm not interested, Sar, it's just that..." I trailed off.
"Ok, Ok. I get it, I can be a little intense about all of these causes." I raised an eyebrow. "Ok, I get a lot intense. What do you want to talk about?" She asked.
The thing was that I didn't have anything I wanted to talk about, sometimes it was just nice to sit quietly with another person across from you as opposed to sitting by yourself.
Sarah abruptly switched track, "So, have you gone on any dates lately? You never talk about your romantic life."
"I don't have much of one to talk about," I offered. "I work a lot, I'm training for a marathon, I watch soccer. I'm a busy guy."
"Busy may be a true statement," she said. "But it sounds boring. We need to go out together and hit a party. Some of the people in my classes are going to small pre-party and then out to the pub after. Do you think you'd be interested in that?"
I didn't have any witty come back to that, it was true. Left to my own devices I would just sit at home every weekend. I wasn't social enough to go out on my own and most of my buddies had taken off to their schools already. I was fine just whittling away the rest of the summer before my own semester started.
"Dude, you keep doing that, you just drift off aimlessly staring into the distance." She seemed somewhat annoyed. "Or at my chest." She smirked as she said that.
That comment got my attention and I turned red. I hadn't noticed initially that I was staring at her chest but I had definitely caught myself a couple of times. "But I, I...sorry," I stammered, embarrassed.
"I'm just bugging you," she said. "So what do you say? You'll come to the party with me?"
I conceded the point rather than continue with the current line of conversation. "Just text me the details later and I'll join you." We finished our drinks rather quietly and went home.
The party was on the coming Saturday night and was at one of her classmate's apartment. I had spent the preceding days dreading my decision and was hoping for a miracle that she would cancel. It wasn't that I didn't like going to parties, it was that I had already determined in my mind what the crowd was going to be like, and unfortunately it was exactly as I expected it to be given the classes that Sarah was taking. I had steeled my nerves for some very intense opinions, however, despite some interspersed conversation they had mostly left their studies at the door.
The party started well enough, Sarah introduced me around and made sure that I was welcomed by her friends. As the party progressed we were all doing rounds of shots and eventually ended up at the local pub. A local band was playing and we all took up at the bar and had more shots and drinks. Surprisingly I was hitting it off with many of the women and was feeling quite chuffed with myself. After closing time we all headed back to one of her friend's houses and continued to drink and dance. Around 4am I was starting to drop off and went to search for Sarah to see if she wanted to get a cab home with me.
After wandering around the house for a while I was ready to give up when I heard someone in one of the rooms enjoying themselves and in my drunken state decided to have a quick peek. As I opened the door one of the guys in her class was standing with his side to me with his hands on his hips and a hot looking brunette with her mouth on his cock. It was hard to see in the dark but he wasn't very large and she was taking all of his cock into her mouth with ease, taking him all the way until her mouth was against his pubic mound. She was clearly good at what she was doing because he was moaning like crazy. Just as he looked like he was about to cum she pulled him all the way out of her mouth and slowly stroked him while laughing. She slowly put his cock head back in her mouth and he threw his head back in pleasure.
Normally I would have just walked on and giving them their privacy but I found myself frozen in place and my hand had moved to my groin and I was slowly rubbing my cock through my jeans. I was transfixed on the scene unfolding before me and hadn't noticed that the girl had turned her head and was looking at me while she licked his cock from the base to the tip and then sucked the whole thing into her throat once more. The guy started thrusting his hips and I could tell he was close. Apparently so did the girl because she locked her mouth around him and started milking him for all she was worth. It was at this time that I noticed she was looking me right in the eyes as she got ready to take his cum in her mouth. She locked eyes with me and smiled slightly, and it was then that I suddenly realized it was Sarah deep throating this luck fella, just as she started swallowing his cum. I couldn't look away and my cock felt harder than it ever had. I was disoriented and I slowly backed away from the door just as she wiped her mouth and thanked him.
