Tom's Redemption: Part 1

Dear Diary,

I was pissed and horribly frustrated the rest of the day cause of Tom. How dare he cum so quickly. Never mind that I knew he was a hair-trigger, and never mind that I moved, it was still his fault. I skilled my last class of the day and headed home to take a cold shower. What? Cold showers are not just for males, my sweet Diary. I made sure to keep the panties from earlier away from the hamper and shoved them in my purse. Tom’s mouth was going to be tasting them later. The thought of Tom gagged with my panties, cum-soaked from him, was erasing a little tension, but replacing it with horniness. I jumped in the shower and instead of a cold shower, I settled on a blistering one.

I let the steam and the hot spray relax me. I washed and let my fingers and hands trail soapy paths down my body. My nipples hardened. I changed the setting on the shower to ‘pulse’ and detached it from the holder. Next to cock and toys, a women’s best friend is a perfectly placed jet of water. I think most women have humped their share of a hot tub jet, or at least got horny thinking about it.

Being a slightly broke college student, my apartment isn’t much, but what it lacks in refinements, it makes up for with its bathroom, and more specifically, its bench along the back wall. It is the perfect height for fucking, or sucking, or playing, and since I lack the necessary equipment at my disposal for the first 2, the last one will have to do. I sat on the bench and spread my legs. See Diary, I have been doing this a long time, so I know exactly how to place my legs and where to rest my feet, to gain the greatest spread and easiest access with the shower head.

With the shower head pulsing and the steam caressing my nudity, I took the hand not holding the shower head and spread my pussy lips open, letting my clit slide out of its fleshy hood. I placed my fingers in a V framing the sensitive nub and applied the water. It’s like a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to the nerves of pleasure. My back arched away from the wall and I moaned loud. The pulse setting was always my favorite because it isn’t constant, but constant enough to continue to lap at my exposed clit. With a mind of their own, my hips gyrated, making it feel like the water is pulsing in a unique way, meant to tease. My foot found the water pressure nob and twisted it higher. The jet of water is almost punishing against my most sensitive area, but I didn’t care. On was on the edge, ready to cum, when my roommate started pounding on the fucking bathroom door!

“Come on, Sasha! Some of us need to use the bathroom, too.” She pounded again. I sighed and shut the water off with more than a little regret. Grabbing my towel from the hook, I wrapped my hair in it, grabbed my bag from the floor, and flung open the door, nude.

My roommate is beautiful, but not interested in women, much to my displeasure. She just stared at my nakedness and pushed passed me into the bathroom.

“You’re welcome,” I quipped at the closed door. I walked to my room and was shocked to see Tom sitting on my bed. “What are you doing here?” I asked, undaunted by my nudity.

“Your roommate let me in, said you were in the shower.” I smirk. Saucy little bitch hadn’t said anything. Tom was struggling to keep his focus on my face.

“I asked you a question, what are you doing here?”

“I felt bad for earlier, so I thought if I came over here, I could maybe find a way to make it up to you.” This was perfect! I was already so wound up from being so close in the shower, my clit was ready and sensitive to the touch, I could feel it in the way it pulsed as I walked.

“Alright, Tom. I will give you another chance,” I said, closing my bedroom door behind me, and shaking my head so the towel atop it unwound and pooled on the floor. “Get naked and lay down.”

Tom started to strip, and I watched with hungry need as his erection sprang out of his pants as he lowered them. (Seriously, Diary, his thickness is def something to write about.) He crawled onto my bed and laid down, hands behind his head and just looked at me from around his hard, barrel-thick cock. I giggled and before dropping my bag to the ground to join my towel, I retrieved the soiled panties from them. His eyes widened with a little shock; I guess he had thought I had been kidding about using them as a gag, but his cock darkened and bobbed in my direction, as if nodding its approval.

I crawled up his body and straddled his chest, looking down at him. “Close your eyes and keep them closed, no matter what. Do you understand?”

He closed his eyes and nodded. I sat there on his chest for a moment and just looked down at him. He was handsome, but not in a fashionable way. He played football but would never be the quarterback. He has a cock the thickness of a beer can, and I was going to use it. I leaned down and licked his lips, feeling his whole-body shudder at the contact.

“You will take what I put in your mouth, no complaining. Nod if you understand.” I did. Good.

I shifted forward and repositioned myself, so my cunt was over his face and lowered down. He needed no instructions on what to do and began to lick, suck, nibble and enjoy my lower lips. My head leaned back, losing my eyes with sweet enjoyment. His tongue was long and strong, and not shy about exploring all the areas it could reach. I rocked, using his face. A few times I glanced over my shoulder and watched his dick waggling, crying lovely tears of precum. They ran down on all sides, making his public hair shimmer.

I ground down more and positioned my opening above his tongue and leaned forward, so my clit was against his nose. Ah, yes! There! I writhed atop Tom’s face as he fucked me with his tongue. His strong hands anchored my hips against him, trapping me to his hungry mouth. I didn’t care. I came hard, letting all the day’s built up denial flow out of me and into Tom’s waiting mouth. Squirting is not a rare act for me, nor is it something that happens every time, the conditions have to be right, like say, having 2 near orgasms taken away from me. My whole body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm, yet Tom kept licking and tongue fucking me. I thought I might go made with the sensation. My throat felt raw, so I must have screamed, though I cannot remember doing it. And still Tom kept going.

“No, no more. Stop. Fuck!” I moaned, and I was released. I slide down, collapsing atop Tom’s chest and tried to catch my breath. I felt as if I had run a marathon.

“Am I redeemed?” He asked, face wet with my pussy juices. I glanced up from his chest and saw him looking down at me; afraid I would say yes, willing me to say no.

“Well, I would have said yes, but since I told you to keep your eyes closed, and you didn’t, I am afraid I will need to teach you about listening.” I smiled, watching his eyes dance with desire.