Yes!

Was it really a question?

“Yes!”

“Is that a yes to the date or yes your still there?”

“Uh, both!”

“Great, cool. Amazing! I’ll get something booked and let you know the details.”

“Cool, looking forward to it.”

“Perfect. I’ll let you get back to your housemates. I’ll see you at training!”

“See you then!”

I almost said ‘I love you’ but I managed to restrain myself. I put my phone down once I heard the call terminate and just grinned at my cheese burger.

“Someone’s happy” I heard Zach say.

I looked up at my two housemates who both smiled back at me. I picked up my phone and squeezed it hard in my hand, remembering the conversation.

“He asked me out.” It came out as little more than a whisper.

“YES!” Megan screeched out. “I’m so excited for you.”

After finishing lunch, we all got on a bus back home. Megan asked for details the entire way back. What does he look like, where is he from, what does he study, when will she get to meet him?

I spent the weekend lazing around and finishing off summer work. I was excited to go back. There were some friends on the course I hadn’t seen all summer to catch up with and at least uni work gave me something to do with my evenings.

I could feel his warm lips against mine, his body perfectly aligning with me as we sat on my bed. My hands were running through his hair and his were passionately rubbing my back.

This is what heaven must be like.

His hands slowly moved round to my chest, groping at my tits through my t-shirt. At first, I was hesitant, but I let him have free reign. If he was making me feel this good, he could do what he liked.

His hands moved down, underneath my top and pulled it up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra on and it felt quite liberating to have them free. John didn’t hesitate and went straight back to playing with them. Far rougher than he was before.

Am I ok with this? He seems so confident, not worried at all…

He just seemed to know how to make it feel good. Like he had done this a hundred times before. I tipped my head back and took a deep breath.

He stopped playing and grabbed my chin, pointing my face at his. He scowled at me as if he wasn’t happy with what he saw.

“Smile! I’ve got a present for you.” He said with a wicked smile. He then pulled down his jeans, and then his boxers. His penis sprung out. All 8 inches of it.

Wow! That’s so fucking big. What does he want me to do with it?

I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers barely meeting my thumb on the other side and slowly started stroking it. I looked up to try and gauge his reaction. He wasn’t smiling though, just intently staring at me.

“What are you waiting for? This cock isn’t going to suck itself!”

Something’s not right here. Where’s the shy boy that could barely ask me out the other day?

Part of me wanted to stop. Just say no and put my top back on. But another part of me was loving this. Being told what to do, not having to guess. The roughness was turning me on a little bit too.

I got onto my knees on the floor and pointed his dick towards my mouth. As my lips went over the head of his member I paused. I extended my tongue out and licked the tip. It was bitter, not really someone I would want to taste.

All of a sudden, I felt a hand against the back of my head.

“Fucking hurry up, I don’t have all day.”

His hand pushed my head down his dick. Way further than I was comfortable with. His cock just seemed to keep going. Before I knew it, I could feel it hitting the back of my throat, blocking my airway.

I tried to push back but his hand kept my head where it was. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I felt so defenceless, and helpless.

I opened my eyes and gasped in air. My room was pitch black and dead silent. I sat up. John was nowhere to be seen, but I could still taste his precum on my tongue. I could still feel his dick pressing against the back of my throat. I grabbed the glass of water on my bed side table and drank it all.

Was that all just a dream? It felt so real…

I grabbed my phone and unlocked it.

3:47

Monday 18th of September

I pulled off my sweaty covers and took in some deep breathes. I looked down at my body. My shirt I wore to bed was still on. I gingerly placed my hands over my breasts the same way John had. Then I realised, it was the same way I held them when I was warming up for a session with my vibrator.

I looked down at my shorts. A huge warm wet patch covered the front, centred on my pussy. I felt tingles in the area as I placed my middle finger on it and drew little circles. I couldn’t tell whether I was really horny or still in shock.

I reached under my bed and grabbed my dildo from its box, holding it in my hand and inspecting it. It was about 4 inches long and had the same diameter as a 2 pence piece. Smaller than John’s, or at least dream version’s penis.

I started moving it towards my mouth and then hesitated.

Why am I doing this?

But then I continued. Part of me needed to feel something in my mouth again. The bullet tasted sweet against my tongue as I pushed it further into my mouth. I could feel it against the back of my throat but it wasn’t big enough to block my airway. I pulled it out of my mouth and watched my saliva dripple down the sides.

I slowly took it back into my mouth. This time instead of seeing how deep I could get it, I started moving my head around it, swirling my tongue whilst moving it up and down.

This was how Megan did it I recalled to myself. Remembering back to one of our sleepovers when she had found my vibrator. She seemed an absolute natural at it back then. I guess that’s why Zach likes her so much…

I pulled it out of my mouth for a final time, wiped it against my leg and put it away. I then pulled off my shirt and shorts, dropping them on the floor. Finally pulled my duvet back over my body and rested my head on my pillow.

Something had always felt right about sleeping naked. Feeling the linen against my naked body always felt good. I don’t know why I don’t sleep naked more often. I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Without opening my eyes, my hand moved around to turn off my phone alarm. After fumbling around and almost knocking the empty glass off my bedside table, I was able to find the damned thing and turn off the noise.

5 more minutes can’t hurt.

…

No, I need to get up. I can’t be late for my first lecture of the year.

I sat up and looked at my phone. 1 new text message.

From: John Doe

Morning! I know we agreed on dinner at the weekend, but I’m not sure I can wait until Thursday to see you again. Would you be up for grabbing a cup of coffee some point today?

A smile grew on my face as I read the message. This boy was perfect. He could do no wrong!

Except for in my dreams…