Recount bathroom sex with Tom

Dear Diary,

I have decided to start with this story, cause I know how excited you are with the mere mention of it. Oh wait! That was me! HA!

Tom, ah Tom… he was a perfect choice for a between classes romp. I had heard the rumor pool around campus that, while quiet hung, couldn’t last for shit, and since I was pressed for time anyway, I decided to give him a good. Let me tell you, Diary, the rumors are very true, and while it didn’t last for more than 5 minutes, he delivered a great load that had me dripping for hours. Hell, I was even convinced that when I stood up to turn in my exam, there would be a wet spot on my seat. But I am getting a little ahead of myself.

I saw Tom walking across the lawn at the beginning of the day, and decided that I would propose a meeting of the, umm well not “minds”, but a meeting of the genitals? Can I say that? Anyhoo, I accosted Tom while he was walking towards the library for his study hall period.

“Hey Tom. Looking great today.” I had given him a hungry look that lingered overly long on his crotch. He noticed, of course.

“Um, hey Sasha. What are you doing over on this side of campus?”

(Something I should mention, Diary, is that I had also heard rumors that Tom had a crush on me, and he knew my class schedule, so I guess he really was surprised to see me over towards the library, since I should have been in Advanced Business Math. Whatever… I needed to lay my ground work for some dickin’.)

“Well, I was actually waiting for you.” I gave him my most coy look.

“Me? Really?” Tom asked, blushing. (Let me tell you something, Diary, when a guy blushes and gets all self-conscious *shiver*. I swear I can feel my clit throb in anticipation.)

“Yes you! I wanted to ask you something. Well, more of a favor really.” I dazzled him with my smile. (When I want to lay on the charm, I can lay it on thicker than most people spread Nutella on their toast)

“Oh ok, I would love to help you out, if I can I mean. Err Um what is it you need help with?” Tom stammered out. That blush appeared again, and I felt that tidal pull that settles itself deep in my stomach and radiates warmth outward.

I arched my back, showcasing my breasts and glided forward so my tits barely contacted his chest. I felt his heartbeat and it perked up my nipples in no time. (Something that might be important is that I am short, tragically so, and Tom is tall, so I guess my tits where not chest level so much as chiseled ab level). I gazed up at him and licked my lips. His heartrate and breathing were not the only things reacting to my proximity. I reached up and grabbed him by the neck, making him stoop to my level.

“My dear, sweet Tom, I want you to do me the favor of filling me up with that huge cock I have heard so much about. I am horny and sometimes a lady needs some help scratching an itch. Think you could help a girl in need out?” I asked sweetly in his ear, followed by a quick flick on his ear from my tongue.

“Nnnnnnooow….?” He had stammered. It honestly made him even more desirable. Nervousness is sexy.