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This will probably be a long one, I had written it before and accidentally discarded it before posting so will have to do my best to recreate it. Feel free to skip a few paragraphs.

This happened when I was between 18 and 19 years old and the backstory spans about 8 months.

I got into school when I was about to turn 18. I was still a virgin, hadn’t even had a real boyfriend yet, and I had a bit of trouble catching boys’ attention since I was a bit abrasive to others and also a bit awkward looking (tall, wearing oversized clothes etc).

In my first year, first semester of school I met this guy guy, L. He was way older than me (26 at the time), getting his second bachelor’s degree and was the object of a lot of girl’s attention. For the first few months of my freshman year we barely acknowledged each other’s existence… then close to winter time, a couple months after I had already turned 18 (just for clarity’s sake) I noticed we shares the same bus route. He lived somewhat close to me and so we would all the time be on the bus at the same times in the morning and in the afternoon, especially because we shares the same electives too. Eventually he noticed me going home on the same bus and we got to talking. He started saving me a seat, walking with me to and from class…

He was super funny, in a dark humour kind of way, but also just overall nice business and we talked about a lot of things on that 1h long bus ride. He was taller than me (probably 5’11, 6 feet tall?), was stocky with a bit of a belly, has short brown hair, brown eyes and a thick beard. He was also kinda geeky, he liked WoW and other games of the sort, so we talked a lot about that.

Eventually, the talking led to flirting both in person and through texts. He still saved me a seat on the bus, started joining me and my friends in study sessions or for lunch/coffee, offered me rides home whenever it was rainy… I wondered for a long while that he just enjoyed my business and that the flirting was just him being a flirt, which he was notorious for being around other girls in my degree. That being said I had gained quite a big crush on him and hoped that I’d make him like me too…

So as the weather was getting warmer, I started wearing clothes that showed off my cleavage and my legs… And one day, right before we went into summer break, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me apart when we left class. He cornered me against a wall and asked me why I was being so difficult to him, and why I hadn’t noticed he wanted me. I was caught super off-guard by his questions and ended up replying that I didn’t think he saw me like that but that either way I was a virgin and wouldn’t do anything with him. He ended up leaving in a bit of a huff and I wondered I has dodged a bullet, since he seemed to be getting so angry over me saying no. But that’s not what happened.

The following week (or maybe just a few days later, dates are sort of fuzzy) he once again cornered me as soon as we were out of class but instead of asking more questions or making demands, he just pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard… I know I could barely have a moment to catch my breath whenever he’d pause the kiss… and his hands were holding me, one of them on the back off my head, the other on my hip, squeezing it tightly…

From then on we kept making out, even during summer break we met up quite a few times to makeout and just hangout together, but it didn’t go past that. We seemed to be fine with the kiss and grope each other kind of arrangement we fell into… that is until the next college year started. While at the campus we didn’t makeout as much, he was still hanging out with me and my friends and we didn’t want it to become awkward so we limited it to whenever we got a moment alone or on the bus if no-one payed any mind to us.

But that year, two weeks into the first semester, our professor had to leave and we had no substitute – as it turns out no other professor was appointed to give us that class – so we had a free period at the end of the day. Most of my classmates would rather leave and go home early instead of staying for the free period, but me and my friends however tended to stay behind and work on homework and stuff, taking full benefit of the private classroom we now had all to ourselves. But after about a month of staying behind to do college work and gossip, we all started getting bored of it, so some of my friends started leaving early with the rest of class and eventually it was just me. I all the time had to stay behind to catch the bus at the end of the day so I ended up staying there alone. That, though, didn’t last long because one day, THAT day, L came by the classroom when I was alone. He was still in my class but he would go hangout with his friends during that free period, but this time he didn’t, he decided to drop by and hangout with me.

Finding ourselves alone in that classroom was enough to get us both riled up so we started making out as usual… L sat me on top of a desk and stood between my legs, squeezing my thighs with his rough hands, tugging on my hair and just being overall dominant and in-charge. I loved that side of him and loved the fact I had an older guy interested in me… But I ended up coming to my senses and telling him I needed to study and that we had to behave ourselves… so we painstakingly pulled away from each other and sat back down, side by side, me on his left.

For a while after that heavy make-out session I kept trying to focus on what I was reading, while he was just on his phone but he couldn’t get distracted either because soon I felt his hand creeping over my thigh and he leaned over to me and started kissing my neck, while he whispered little remarks about how “cute I looked trying to focus” and how “he loved to see me blushing, all flustered”. I started telling him he needed to stop trying to distract me but he didn’t… instead he whispered about how I had such a big effect on him and used his free hand to grab the bulge in his jeans. I was so surprised looking at him, it was the first time I had a guy show/say that I had an effect on him and he wasn’t being at all shy about it… He noticed I was looking and told me that I had been making him feel like that for a long while and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock for me. It was thick and sort of twitching and I couldn’t look away from it… I was completely lost from my main goal of studying and instead could only look at him and at his hand that started stroking his thick cock…

L kept telling me dirty things that he kept thinking about, like bending me over the desks and taking me, or how my lips would look wrapped around him… I had never been told things like that in person, so I was both freaking out with the surprise of it all and extremely excited. And of course his words were having power of me, because I felt myself get wet and as he kept talking I started rubbing my thighs together and getting wetter and wetter… Then he told me to make myself “feel good” for him, so I unbuttoned my jeans and sunk my hand into my panties and started rubbing my clit and fingering myself… He would groan under his breath as he kept talking to me, praising me and showing me “how good I made him feel”. And that in turn would make me moan and whimper, my legs pressing together to try and hold back…

Then just a few minutes after I joined him, he stopped stroking himself and pulled my hand out of my panties, replacing it with his… And that is where I noticed why he was so trendy around the girls, he really knew what he was doing… He immediately went into fingering me, while his thumb got busy rubbing my clit… I started whimpering and moaning against his shoulder since I was trying to keep myself in check… But he wouldn’t slow down nor stop, and that just made me grow closer and closer to finishing, especially because I’d sometimes hear people walking up and down the hallway next to the classroom and I feared we were getting caught… I was so anxious and nervous and kept whimpering in his ear, telling him over and over that we were gonna get ourselves caught…

And I guess that fueled him even more because he started asking me filthy questions, like how good it felt to be treated like a whore, and demanding I tell him how good it felt to have his fingers inside of me… And when I finally gave him an answer he liked specifically to that last question, that I loved having his fingers inside of me and that I wished they could all the time be there, I guess that sent him over the edge… because he pulled his fingers out of me and started rubbing my clit faster and pressing it more than I had before… I grabbed hold of his arm and dug my nails into it as I begged him to stop because I was getting extreme close to finishing… I begged him, reminding him about the people walking about outside and how we’d get caught… He just covered my mouth with his other hand and kept going, telling me he would only stop once I had “become a puddle in his hands”. And so for the next couple minutes I whimpered and moaned against his hands, my legs shook and my body writhed next to him as he kept rubbing my clit until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

When I finished thanks to his hand, I had tears in my eyes from the overstimulation and I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. He called me a good girl and I just watched him wrap his hand now wet thanks to me, around his cock, and go back to stroking it… this time faster and harder because he wanted to cum too. So I slowly slid to the floor, sat on my heels and looked up at him. I had never been so close to a dick before, let alone a guy masturbating… but I just knew I wanted to feel it, his cum, I needed it… Though I didn’t even have time to say anything of what I wanted before he told me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out for him and, when I did, he let himself cum on my tongue and all over my mouth, cheeks and glasses. I swallowed whatever cum he got on my tongue and licked it out of my lips…

We ended up cleaning up with some tissues and water and fixing ourselves up to go catch our bus. After that day we made out a couple more times but never did something like it again and after a while our friendship fizzled out and we stopped talking almost entirely. Not long after he got himself a girlfriend with whom (if instagram is to be believed) he is still with today and I started dating my now boyfriend so things turned out well for the both of us. I still look back fondly on that day, though 🙂

NSFW: yes

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