Awakening, Part 2 | 2016

Edit: here's part 1 http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/22hcbt/awakening_fm/

So I've only discovered this place recently, and posted my first story a few days ago. It was cathartic, and pretty thrilling, so I really want to keep going. I might leave out a few of the more disappointing stories (I suppose we all have them), but this next one did happen right after my first. It must have been about a month later, just before finals week.

I thought about my encounter with M pretty much every day since it happened. I had vivid dreams about it, and woke up feeling like my whole body was vibrating. I really wanted it to happen again. I mentioned earlier that I never saw him again after our tryst, but that wasn't for lack of effort. I always had my eye out for him, and often went past the spot where we met. I drew the line at knocking on his door, that just seemed creepy. Eventually I realized I was kind of obsessing about him and decided to cut it out.

I had been developing a bit of a crush on this boy in my class, at first only because his pronunciation was excellent for a 100 level French class. I try really hard in my classes, and found it annoying to hear these guys butchering the language, just trying to get through their prereq. He looked like somebody that you might pigeonhole as "hipster"- white guy, slim build, fitted clothes, thin beard, nicely-coiffed blond hair. He wore his sleeves rolled up a lot, and despite being slender had these firm, veiny forearms. I never went up to him, but finally got a chance to talk to him when we were paired off in class to practice conversation. We talked about our hometowns, our majors, what dorm we occupied, et cetera. Eventually we kind of lost steam, and I told him I loved his pronunciation. He returned the compliment, and told me that he loved French, and that it was the language of love. I know, that sounds incredibly corny written down, but he didn't say it with Pepe LePew eyes, just very casually. He had this quiet, unassuming confidence that I found very attractive. I laughed it off, feigning exasperation, and he took my being at a loss for words as an opportunity to say, still in French, that I had beautiful eyes, and hair, and lips. Rapid-fire compliments, just like that, still with that easy-going confidence. I don't know if he was some sort of player, but it was a pretty gauche move. I just got a little embarrassed, cast my eyes down, and thanked him. I asked him if he was only studying French to get girls, and he said, switching into English, "No, but I just couldn't help myself." I was too nervous to return a compliment about his nice blue eyes.

There's a line in the movie Juno where she says she knew the exact moment she decided she was going to sleep with her boy. I had a moment just then, I knew I wanted to hook up with this guy. We were split up to resume the lesson right after that. I didn't say anything to him when class ended, but gave him a smile when he said goodbye as we exited the room. I knew I would see him again in 2 days anyway. I told my roommate about him, and she, having no filter, said "You should definitely fuck him." I pretended like I wasn't already thinking about that.

I didn't speak to him at our Thursday class, but ran into him the very next day. I was sitting on a couch in the campus center reading between classes. I had my head in the book, and earbuds on (Nightmares On Wax if you care), so I didn't see him coming, but he came over and sat down right next to me. For a moment, I was a little uncomfortable that someone chose to get right next to me, but I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. He said something like "I'd know that hair anywhere" and asked how I was doing. Inside I was kind of panicking, but managed to suppress it and made a bit of small talk, all the time wondering, what do I say to this guy that doesn't sound desperate or slutty? In retrospect I shouldn't have worried so much because he was clearly hitting on me. We talked about preparing for finals, and he asked if I'd like to study with him that night. I was busy, and told him so, and then thought about what I'd been telling myself about being more impulsive. I had one of those "fuck it" moments, and asked him, why don't we go study in [his dorm] right now?

I was worried that maybe I wasn't able to imply my intentions clearly, although thinking back it must have been obvious. He told me that his roommate was home, and I knew the same was probably true for me. Then he said "I think I know a quiet place. Come on." and stood up, waiting for me to follow. My heart was beating like crazy while I tried to play it cool. I wasn't sure I knew what I was doing, but those blue eyes were intoxicating.

We walked together, me trying and probably failing to act casual, towards an escalator that let to the sub-level of our CC. Downstairs was another large lobby-type area, with lots of couches and things like the CC ballroom, the school credit union and the radio station along the periphery. On one side a hallway branched off, and seemed to form a square U leading back to the lobby with conference rooms on each side. We headed into the hallway. No noise came from any of these rooms. I started to get an idea of what he had in mind, and I was terrified. It was the middle of the day. I didn't know if these rooms were booked. I started to shake a little from stress.

He noticed my distress as we rounded the corner. He stopped and faced me, both of us leaning our sides against a wall. "It's OK," he said. "Nobody's coming." He turned the handle of the nearest room's large double doors and cracked it open. No lights were on inside. "Do you want to come in here with me?" I'm sure I had fear in my eyes. This was way out of character for me. He ducked in without me, but held the door from closing.

The fact that he wasn't really pressuring me, just asking, probably helped his case. I looked both ways. Nobody was around. I took a breath. I went inside.

The door clicked quietly behind me. It was pitch black inside. The only light source was the light seeping through the edges of the doors, and the LED on a projector hanging from the ceiling. I felt his hand take mine. He pulled me against him.

We kissed, softly. He was closer to my height than M, which was nice, because I wasn't craning my neck or standing on my toes, or making him bend down. He was a great kisser. Little soft smooches at first, with his hands cupping my face, eventually using those hands to tilt my face against his, opening our mouths and dipping his tongue into my mouth.

He had these thick, soft lips, and he must have been the best kisser I've ever encountered. I felt his beard brushing against my face. His hands pulled my face back, tilting it upward, and he kissed under my chin, along my neck, behind my ears. When he focused on the spot behind my jawbone I started to get really into it, letting out some involuntary but thankfully still hushed gasps.

We were pressed against each other, with his back against a wall, and I could feel his dick growing against me. We were pretty close in height, so it was really thrilling. My arms were around his neck and he had worked his hands under my leggings, feeling my ass over my underwear. He was squeezing and pulling me against him, and I lifted one leg around him, trying to get him closer. The feeling of a guy squeezing my ass like that with his strong hands felt amazing. I was torn between surrendering completely and stopping myself from going so far with basically a stranger, in what was basically public.

He pulled my face off of his and moved away from the wall. He took my hand and started leading me toward the front of the room, opposite the door. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I could almost make out that there was a wide podium up there, flanked by two long tables that had floor-length tablecloths wrapped around the legs. We leaned against the podium and kissed like a couple of hungry animals. He picked me up and put me on one of the tables with him between my legs. I noticed him reach into his jeans and adjust himself before grabbing my ass and pulling his groin into mine.

We had a couple minutes of him grinding into me, my legs wrapped around him, before I started to moan a little. I was trying to keep quiet because I had no idea what would happen if we got caught, but he was such a good kisser and his rubbing against me was really doing something. At one point I put my hands against his chest, pushed him back a little, and whispered to him, "I'm not going to have sex with you in here." He said that that was fine, he understood, but he couldn't help himself because I was so hot.

I guess I'm a sucker for compliments. That's how he got me in the first place, that and his good looks and French. I got off of the table and down to the floor. I started pressing my face against his bulge through his jeans and he was clearly into it. I insisted we shuffle a bit to the side so that we were behind the podium. At least if someone turned on the lights they wouldn't see the whole show.

I fumbled with his belt buckle a bit until he just unlatched it himself and pulled down his jeans and underwear (never got to see if it was boxers or briefs). I could smell his scent in the dark and it was like some primal urge took over.

He was a little smaller than M, maybe 6 inches, not that that was a problem. It stuck out perfectly straight. He was also really closely groomed, unlike the other guys I'd been with. The smell of his musk and the fact that it was pitch dark encouraged me to really go for it. I might have been self-conscious otherwise, but I just dove in, licking his hard dick, taking it in my hands, taking the tip into my mouth. He was really encouraging, told me when I did something he liked, told me I was amazing. This just made me try harder. Keep in mind, at this point I was a self-taught blowjob-giver, I didn't watch porn and had never done this before except for the one time with M. The dark really helped. I licked all over it with my tongue, then I worked on the tip with my mouth while I held the rest in my hands. He was moaning in a hushed whisper, giving me instructions, like "yeah, keep using your tongue like that" or "use both hands" and occasionally just letting out an "ah shit" or two, which was quite encouraging.

I was getting wet moving my mouth up and down on his cock, which was a lot harder than M's got, and it felt so good making him feel like that. He tried to reach down and take off my leggings but I refused. I really wanted him inside me, but I just couldn't do that in public. I decided just to go for it and see if I could make him come. It really turned me on to hear the noises and instructions he was giving me. I started alternating working the head with my lips and tongue with my hand stroking his lower half, then jerking the whole thing while it was wet with my spit, then trying to take as much in my mouth as I could. I was going really fast and making slurping noises with my mouth, bobbing my head on his nice smooth dick. Any self-conscious or nervous feelings I had were superceded by the heat of the moment. He pushed my head off with his hands, then lifted up his dick and pulled me toward his balls. I took them into my mouth, licked all over, then licked back up his shaft. Keep in mind that was another first for me. He was jerking it while I sucked his balls and licked the underside of his dick. I felt so hot and asked him to grab my breasts while I blew him.

He hunched over and grabbed my breasts while I ran my mouth up and down his dick, with increasing speed. He was giving out these hushed moans and kind of thrusting into me while pinching my nipples through my sweater. At this point I had no idea where we were, it didn't matter. All I cared about was feeling him slide into my mouth, all the way to my throat, covered in my own spit. Sometimes he would choke me a little when he thrusted inward, but it still felt great, especially because of all the verbal encouragement he was giving me. I really loved licking it, it seemed to be the perfect shape. Eventually he was pushing my head up and down on his cock, forcing my jaw wide, still giving whispered encouragement. He gripped two handfuls of hair close to my scalp and gently pulled me up and down. He would push my head away, then I'd feel his cock smacking my face in the dark, then he'd put himself back into my throat. I was trying not to gag but really wanted to make him come. It didn't take much longer, a few seconds later he had his hands on the side of my head, fucking my face, moaning way louder than he should have been. He pushed my face away and grabbed his cock, shooting like 5 loads onto my cheek, chin, and neck while I knelt there breathing hard through my mouth and rubbing myself a little through my leggings. I heard him brace himself against the back wall, basically falling into it, and he whispered to me that I was amazing. I fell back and lay on the carpet, amazed at what had just happened. He put something in my hand that I think was the t-shirt he wore under his cardigan and told me to clean myself up. I did and gave it back to him, not getting up from the carpet. Reality started to flood back and I told him he should leave first, I'd follow a minute later. He knelt down and kissed me hard (even though he'd just come on me, I don't know, that's kind of hot) and said "you're incredible. I'll see you Tuesday." I heard him walk away and saw the room flood with a crescent of light on his way out. I lay there for a minute in a haze, then got incredibly self-conscious. I felt all over for any missed spots of come, then let myself out and went to the ladies' room. I made sure I was cleaned up then just sat in a stall for a minute taking it all in. Wow, that was hot. I had 10 minutes until my Statistics class. I made it on time. WOW, that was hot, I'm shaking just writing about it. That was the first time I made a man come with my mouth. To be continued, I guess.