How I focused my attention on a particularly attractive and brilliant graduate student while at university. Clearly this was not intended to be a long term relationship.
During my freshman year at university, both my good friend Elaina and I had a crush on Manuel, our astrophysics teaching assistant.
Manuel had medium build, long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and strong masculine facial features.
He led an optional study session every Friday afternoon. Because of the timing, each week only a few students from our program showed up, but Elaina and I were regulars along with about half a dozen others.
Manuel was known as “The Man” by the girls in the class but actually pretty close to our age. He was just starting graduate school even though he was only 21 years old. He skipped a grade in elementary school and finished his undergraduate degree in three years. I had never met a man close to my age who was this brilliant and also incredibly kind. He was equally interested in helping students who were struggling as he was answering nerdy queries about relativity, time travel, and black holes
Manuel dressed nicer than almost anyone else on campus. Manuel wore long-sleeve dress shirts, always ironed, nice leather shoes with a matching belt, and fashionably tight dress slacks.
I wanted to get inside those trousers.
When I had seduced Ian in the biology lab, I used a combination of revealing clothing, flirtatious banter, and homemade cookies. However, during the warm months almost all of the girls wore revealing clothing. Halter tops and bare midriffs were the rule rather than the exception. I had no oven for baking, and no time alone with him to flirt. I also understood that he might get in trouble if he was known to have a personal relationship with a student, even though he was not actually our teacher.
Even with a few people, our Friday review sessions were held in a room with auditorium seating. Since I had a crush on him, I acted like I had a crush on him. I sat in the front row, closest to his podium and computer station. I smiled broadly every time his eyes passed my way. I laughed at his clever puns.
When any guy makes a joke in a group, his eyes will automatically go to the person he likes the most or the person who he wants most to impress. His eyes often met mine. Or my friend Elaina’s.
Elaina had mentioned in our group Truth or Dare game that she fantasized about sucking “The Man’s” cock while she masturbated. Although she had no experience with giving oral sex, she had luscious size-D boobs that revealed the kind of cleavage that my size-Bs could not match. Elaina also spoke fluent Spanish, and occasionally they would quip back and forth in their native tongue.
One Friday review session I had my chance. A math class that almost all of us took had a huge problem set due at 6:00 pm, and I was the only student to have finished it the day before. I arrived early to what became a one-on-one review session, took my front seat and engaged Manuel in some personal questions about his family, his unusual education, and his attractive fashion choices. Did he have a girlfriend (no). Did he have a girlfriend before (yes). How serious were they (pretty serious, they were making long term plans and then broke up).
To turn the conversation away from his breakup, I opened up that I too was single. I had boyfriends but we didn’t have full sex. I learned a great deal from those relationships. “Like what,” he asked? “Like how to please a man,” I quickly replied, “and without having full sex. I’m pretty good at that.”
My boldness was perhaps a bit too much. Manuel looked nervous. He hopped behind his podium and turned the discussion in a different direction. “So what questions do you have about astrophysics?” I asked hypothetical questions about space travel, the limits of materials at high rates of speed in space, and the long time required for interplanetary human travel. All real questions on topics I was interested in. His answers were funny, thoughtful, and showed off his brilliance.
I then felt like I could try being bold again. “What about sex in space?” Manuel laughed and said that Newton’s laws of motion makes sex pretty challenging in zero gravity. He also said that any fluids that might get loose would float around and could potentially stick to circuits and controls. Very dangerous. “Sounds worse than cum floating in water,” I quipped, having had some experience with that before. “Seems like blow jobs would work best—swallowing of course to avoid damaging the technology.” I gave a little wink.
He loosened up and mentioned that he heard about a special space suit designed for sex. When he was searching on his computer for an image, I used that chance to get out of my seat to close the distance between us. When I stood right next to him to look at the computer screen, I noticed a prominent bulge in his tight dress slacks. I also noticed a small alcove at the front and to the far side of the auditorium space. It was there for tech equipment and other items to be out of sight so they would not clutter the class stage.
After a minute or two of increasingly suggestive talk about space sex with my body now draped over his shoulder and next to his ponytail, I whispered in his ear. “Hey, Space Cowboy, what’s this over here?” I backed up to the empty alcove and pressed myself against the hidden back wall. He paused, then followed. As soon as he stepped in front of me, I knelt down and reached for his belt buckle. “I shouldn’t…” he stammered. I replied, “You don’t need to do a thing. Relax. I’m in control. Not a thing.”
Undoing his belt and trousers took only a few moments. When I pulled down his boxer briefs, I saw the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was long and impressively thick with veins providing texture to the shaft. As big as it was, his dick was not going very deep in my mouth. Licking, yes. Cock head sucking, yes. Stroking his saliva covered shaft with one or two hands, absolutely yes.
Manuel followed my advice and didn’t move. He kept his hands by his side. Except for some irregular gasps, he barely made a sound. I lightly touched his ball sack with my fingers. I returned to the two-handed stroking, this time with more moaning on my part. I was, after all, very aroused. A shift in his posture and a thrusting in his hips soon alerted me to his approaching orgasm. When he did climax, the cum took three swallows to get down. I did a final lick to catch the last drops of cum, looked up, and gave him a big wink.
He quickly pulled up his underwear and trousers, tucked in his shirt, and tightened his belt. “Lindsey, we can’t do this again. You cannot tell anyone.”
“I agree. Absolutely,” I said, “I won’t tell a soul, not even Elaina.” He thanked me, as much for my discretion as my fellatio skills.
Then I told Manuel that Elaina and I talked about him all the time and that she had a huge crush on him and very desperately wanted to get to know him better.
Manuel has just emptied a massive load of cum into my mouth, and yet I was setting him up for another blow job with my friend. Why? Actually, I felt quite gracious at that moment and wanted Elaina to have her fantasy fulfilled. Besides, Manuel had done nothing to please me. I had a firm rule that to get a second chance with me, a guy needed to look out beyond just his sexual pleasure our first time together. I enjoyed the blow job a great deal but wasn’t looking for anything else from Manuel.
I told Manuel that if Elaina showed up to the next review session wearing a red headband and matching blouse, it meant that she wanted to stay afterwards with him. Manuel said nothing, but he certainly didn’t raise objections.
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