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True story.


I had invited my college sweetie to visit after the holidays at my home. She lived several hours away and afterwards, I would drive her home to meet the parents. We had met at the beginning of the school year, she a sophmore and me a junior. At Christmas it was time to meet the parents and see our respective home towns.

She lived in NYC, I lived up state. We were quite intimate from the first date and I would always try to bring her off after the date and not wash my hands until morning. I just loved the smell and sense of intimacy. Still do.

After she visited for two nights it was time to drive her home. Turned out to be a horrible drive and one that normally would take four hours was nearly seven, with a full blizzard en route.

It got better as I got a flat tire along the way, but was lucky enough to pull right into a rest stop. Tough situation, but a cop pulled in right behind us and he called a service station as I didn't have a jack in my 'older' car.

While waiting we spent nearly half an hour making out in a very pent up way. A couple of weeks with no touching made us both very excited. I got a raging boner and couldn't hardly control myself. She had little idea of the discomfort.

The tow truck arrived, change the tire and left. With a lot of snow on the wind-shield now and the soft light from the parking area, I said, would it be OK with you if you helped me relieve the problem I have. She asked what it was and I related how excited she made me and that I was facing 5-6 hours of testicle hell without some help.

I guess since I had been fingering her from the first date, she was OK with it. Seemed quite natural to her and she asked what she had to do. I asked if it would bother her to see me or touch me and she replied it was just fine with her. I had not been allowed to see her pussy at that point. I undid the pants and pulled them down. She exclaimed how wonderful it looked. She hadn't seen one before and compared it to the David statue. I was flattered, although I am probably just average.

With the filtering lights, snow and excitement of the whole trip, I came in about three minutes. I was kind of pissed because it was such a fun and intimate way of sharing/relieving my problem. When her hand tired after a minute I finished the job and she was totally focused on watching me jerk off. I came into a handkerchief and asked her to put it away for the rest of the trip. She washed it and presented it a month later back at school.

As a benefit of that help, she was very helpful for the second semester giving me better and better hand jobs until June. She never coached me on helping her come as it wasn't known to lots of kids then and she was catholic, a serious no no. She wrote in the summer that she wasn't coming back to school and I never heard from her again.



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