Later

I check my watch and stepped back from Tom. Damn. “Sorry to get, umm, your hopes up, but I really have to go to this class or I might as well kiss my college degree goodbye. Meet me in front of the Men’s bathroom in the Anthropology Hall between my 4th and 5th classes. I know you have my schedule memorized, so no need to pretend you don’t know what time that is.”

Tom just stood there, oblivious to the hardon straining his pants. Oh, how I had wished then to say ‘fuck it’ to my classes and drop to my knees in front of him, just so I could see what he was packing. Believe me Diary, I was ready, a powder keg ready to explode. As much as I know I am a whore, I also know that my education is important, and I needed that class. I gave myself a mental slap to shake the thrall and stepped up into Tom’s space once again. My hand rested on the top button of his jeans and as I leaned forward to speak in his ear, my fingers deftly started to pop the buttons.

“You will meet me then, yes?” I continued to work on the buttons and when I reached the last one, I stopped and gazed up at him. “You want to fuck me, don’t you, Tom? I released the last one and plunged my hand into his pants and grabbed him. He was thick. Dear god, Diary, was he ever! My hand barely had enough room to fit between his jeans and his erection.

Tom stood stalk still like my touch was electrocuting him, and maybe it was, just not in the deadly way. He cleared his throat and tried to talk, but nothing came out. He settled for a nod and a small whimper. I didn’t stop kneading his thickness the whole time I watched him struggle to say yes. It was adorable.

“Well, then I guess I will see you later.” One last squeeze and a wink, then I was sashaying away from him. I knew he would be there.

Oh, Diary, the day crawled! Absolutely crawled! I swear I could look at the clock and watch it go backwards. I was uncomfortably hot, swollen, wet and 100% ready to feel Tom’s cock somewhere other than in my hand. I found myself at times during the day, squeezing my thighs together and relishing in the sexual thrill it ignited in my lower belly. Tick tock. Tick Tock.

Finally, the time arrived, and I dashed out the door and headed towards the Anthropology Hall. I knew most of the students were off on some in-country studies somewhere in Africa or Asia or some such place, and it would be only a skeleton crew left behind to defend the fort, so-to-speak. It suited my purposes just fine and I waited for Tom. But he was late. I was just beginning to think that he wouldn’t show, and I would need to go looking in the labs for some lonely nerd to take advantage of, when Tom rounded the corner.

“I was just about to give up on you.” I couldn’t quit keep the annoyance out of my voice.

“I’m sorry. My professor asked to see me after class to talk about the upcoming test and he…” I turned away during his excuses and banged through the door into the Men’s bathroom. Tom followed.

“Take off your pants and fuck me, Tom” I demanded while lifting my skirt to reveal my pantiless lower half. “Or just take your dick out, makes no difference to me, but we have less time now, so chop-chop.

He just stood and stared at my trimmed bush and lovely thighs. I wasn’t’ even sure if he was breathing, but I could see his cock twitching, so I knew he wasn’t dead on his feet. I snapped my fingers in his face and he blinked back to the moment.

“Pants off. Cock out. Fuck me.” Tom nodded and obeyed. (Diary, it was like having a voice activated fuck toy. I could get used to it.)

I got down on my hands and knees on the cold floor waiting for him. Ass up and inviting, legs spread, creating the perfect target to aim for. He tried and as wet as I was, it took some attempts before he was fully inside me. To say he was thick would be an understatement. I felt my vaginal opening and walls stretch to accept him, it was deliciously painful. Once he was firmly seated deep, he just sat there and enjoyed the sensation of being surrounded by my warmth. I enjoyed the sensation of being totally filled.

Tom started to rock his hips, slowly at first, making sure his entire shaft was wet and slide with zero effort, it took less than 3 thrust for him to become drenched. His rhythm increased. I placed my forehead against the tiled floor, extended my back and gave him greater access to my depths. My fingers found my clit and began playing in time with the thrusts. Building. Building. Building. I repositioned my hand, so the palm was against my clit and the fingers caressed his balls with every hip thrust, drawing them forward, drawing them down, getting them ready for his release. His intake of air is motivation for me to continue.

Now, Diary, usually in this position I like to stick a finger (or 2 depending on the cock size) inside me as well, but that just was NOT going to happen with Tom, so I stuck with clit massaging. I felt my clit pulsing in time with my raised heartbeat and the pounding I was taking. The way that he was breathing was a pretty good indication that he was closer. Too close.

“Stop moving for a second, Tom.” I demanded. He stilled, and I concentrated on my enlarged, hooded friend. Fuck it felt so good (Present day me: Just thinking about how it felt to be stuffed with Tom cock and feeling my clit beat out Morse code has got me in a playing mood, Diary), and I was nearing my own release point. I concentrated on contracting my pussy muscles around the beer can cock that was deep within me. The pleasure was immense. The closer I got the more my hips began to move on their own. Tight circling motion. His dick was rooted deeply, and I was just using my pelvis to swirl it around inside me.

“Oh, fuck!” He moaned. I stopped but it was too late. Tom came deep inside me, painting my cervix with his seed. I was pissed!

“Damnit, Tom! I was so close. You couldn’t wait 5 more fucking minutes?” He was resting, spent, against my back. I felt him leaking out of me and my pussy was disappointed.

“I…I’m sorry. You moved, and…and, I couldn’t hold it any longer. It felt too fucking fantastic.” He slid out of me, and let me say, Diary, that even going limp, he was bigger than a lot of guys I have been with. “Do you want me to finish you?”

“No, I don’t want you to fucking finish me, I wanted you to fuck me until I came! Just hand me my purse and get the fuck outta here, Tom!” He complied, and I took a pair of panties out of my bag. I stood up and slipped them on.

“I thought you didn’t wear panties.”

“I don’t but since you couldn’t wait to cum, I want to make sure I soak up all your shamefulness so that when I come over later, and I shove them in your mouth, before using you to get my happy ending, you can taste your fucking mistake.” The look on Tom’s face is perfect. Arousal, shame, and fear. Good! “See you around 10 pm, and Tom?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t fucking blow it like that again.” I leave him standing in the bathroom looking crestfallen.

To be fair, Diary, the sex was great, and it doesn’t always need to end in an orgasm for me to enjoy it, but I was very much looking forward to coming. I had a wonderful time with Tom later, when I finally took what was mine, but that is a story for another page.