I was 25 at the time, hopelessly in love with my grad school girlfriend...
When I was a graduate student in college, I met a cellist who swept me off of my feet. The college is in the USA, where I’m from but she came to the states from Canada, to attend this college that had an excellent music school.
She well and truly seduced me. A few nights a week she worked in the dorm’s library, and I would always see her when I went to check out or return CDs. (I made a point of only going when I knew she was working.) We would chat a little bit each time I saw her, and over time our chats became longer and longer. Finally one night we talked all the way until it was time to close the library. She said, “I’d love to continue our conversation. Would you like to come up to my room for coffee?” Of course I agreed!
Bear in mind that since this was the graduate student dormitory, the rooms were singles -- no roommates. So it was just her and myself. That night we just talked and had coffee in her room, but I asked if I could see her cello. She pulled it out for me and asked if I wanted to play it. I had no idea whatsoever what I was doing, but gave it my best shot. All I came up with were horrid shrieks!
And the seduction began. She came around behind my chair and wrapped her arms around me, holding both of my hands in hers, showing me the proper way to hold the bow, and so forth. Although I felt a jolt of arousal from simply being held by her in a non-sexual way, being naïve, I didn’t think anything of her intentions at the time.
Since we had exchanged phone numbers, we quickly bypassed our chats in the library, and would meet straightaway in her dorm room. Each time, she advanced her seduction. The second time she said, “You don’t have to sit there all the way over there in the chair. Come sit on the bed with me.” The next time we did the same thing but she said, “Let’s just lie down together for awhile.” Turns out we fell asleep, and when we woke up our bodies were entangled!
She kept at it. The next time she said, “It’s uncomfortable with all these clothes on, so let’s strip to our underwear, and lie down like that.” That was the snapping point for me. I was so in love with her at that point that being almost naked, lying next to her in bed, my cock was rock hard in an instant, and I made no effort to hide the fact. To the contrary, I pushed my pelvis against hers, so I knew she could feel my erection. Nothing was said or done, but I knew that she knew.
As amazing as it may seem, down the road I found out that she was a virgin, at the age of 25, which I found extraordinary. I truly believe that when she first saw me in the library she was immediately attracted to me, was determined to seduce me, and lose her virginity to me.
The next time I went to her dorm room, she asked me to stay the night and just sleep with her, nothing more. That’s when my intuition told me something was off kilter -- that perhaps, against all odds, she was a virgin. So I mustered all the patience I had, and never pushed her, I let her set the pace.
But it was getting excruciating. Every time I would leave her room, I’d have blue balls from having an erection for so long, and not getting any release. I’d immediately return to my dorm room and masturbate. It wasn’t an option -- I had to. And the orgasms I had were very powerful, me being with her so intimately for so long, and being so in love with her.
One night as we were in bed together, I felt her hand gently brush my cock through my underwear. That was when I lost it. I told her, “Honey, I have to have some release. I’m about to burst.” She was as eager as anyone could possibly be. “Tell me what you want -- anything -- and I’ll do it for you.”
Considering her situation, I should have just asked her to jerk me off, but I was overcome with lust and without thinking I blurted out, “Would you give me a blowjob?” She said that she would, but she was very honest with me and said that she’d never done that before, and didn’t want me to cum in her mouth, but rather I was to tell her when I was about to cum, and then she would jerk me off.
I had no problem with this! I found it hard to believe it was her first blowjob -- although I did believe her -- and down the road when we had become lovers I got confirmation that indeed that night was the first time she’d had a cock in her mouth.
We had been passionately making out for what seemed like hours. By this point in our courtship she was comfortable with me playing with her lovely B-cup tits, and she even let me suck on her nipples. She would let my hand wander down her stomach to her panties, caressing her pubic mound over them, but she would gently stop me when I would start to put my hand inside them. For the love of God I don’t know where I got the patience!
Anyway, even though she wasn’t ready to let me fully pleasure her, she realized how badly I needed release, and was eager to please me, so she jumped in the deep end as it were and proceeded. She said, “I guess you’ll need to take off your underwear now.” And so she laid eyes on my erection for the very first time. From kissing me on the mouth she moved to my neck and then down to my chest. Just the fact that I knew where she was headed had me rock hard.
She was slow, but deliberate. Gently sucking on each of my nipples, which was driving me crazy. Then she proceeded down my belly towards my aching manhood. For the first time, other than an incidental graze through my underwear, she touched my cock! She wrapped her hand around it and slowly began stroking me up and down.
She continued lower and lower with her licks and kisses until her lips were only inches from the where I desperately needed them to be. With just a moment of hesitation, she repositioned herself on the bed to make herself more comfortable, and kissed the tip of my cock. It took all the concentration in the world to keep from cumming right away, but I focused my mind, and held on.
It turns out, although this was her first blowjob, that she was an absolute natural. She was so passionate and loving about it. From kissing the tip, she then took the first couple of inches into her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it. I was in seventh heaven. Once she got going, she really went for it and the next thing I knew she was taking almost all of my cock in her mouth, sucking me up and down as if she’d down it a thousand times before.
She even had the instinct to start stroking me with her hand while she was sucking me, which is what always sends me to orgasm. She got going pretty fast and furious and I was about to blow. As agreed, I told her I was about to cum, so she took me out of her mouth and continued to stroke me with her hand. My cock was well lubricated with her saliva, so her hand felt amazing.
She jerked me faster and faster and I told her I was on the cusp of cumming. She sped up the pace even more and I shot cum so hard that it flew past my head and hit the wall, just beyond the end of the bed! I kid you not. I squirted over and over several times, and wondered when it was going to stop! By the time it was over she had well and truly created a veritable mess. There was that first squirt of cum that hit the wall, and then a whole mess of cum all over my chest, and it was all over her hand as well.
Despite it being only a handjob in the end, it was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life. My heart continued to pound in my chest for some time, and it took quite awhile for my erection to settle down.
She had a look on her face that I’d never seen before. It was a look of wonder, a look of excitement, a look of joy, a look of pride at how much pleasure she’d just given me -- at what she had just made happen.
Suffice it to say, the next time we were together, she didn’t stop me when I made a move to touch her pussy, and neither did she stop me when I -- well -- that’s a whole other story...