Lauren awoke a little later than usual. It was already 7:00 by the time she got out of the shower, and she had to be at campus by 7:30. She would have to take the bus.
Today, because it was a little bit cooler, she dressed in a slightly more modest outfit, though it still showed off her voluptuous 20-year-old body. She wore low-rise jeans with a black and pink thong that was clearly visible from behind whenever her shirt rode up in the back.
Her shirt was low-cut in front, offering a generous view of her 34 C breasts, which looked positively enormous on her petite frame. She wore a black and pink bra that matched her panties and pushed her breasts up nicely.
The bus was crowded as usual, and Lauren had to stand. Unfortunately, she was not wearing her heels today, so her diminutive size (she was 5'0") made it nearly impossible for her to grab the overhead handles on the bus. As the bus lurched into motion, she grabbed a nearby backpack to steady herself. The backpack's owner turned briefly to look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of her cleavage and curly brown hair.
"Hi," said Lauren, "I can't reach the handles."
"Oh," said the man, whose age Lauren judged at around 30, "go ahead and hold on then."
The bus slowly emptied as it rolled towards the heart of campus. Finally, enough students had cleared out to allow Lauren to take a seat, right next to the man whose backpack she had been holding onto. She was pleased when she saw that he was slim, well dressed and had dreamy brown eyes. Her eyes darted involuntarily down to his trousers. She wondered what he might be packing down there. She decided she was going to try and find out.
"Thanks for letting me hold on," she smiled up at him.
"Oh, no problem," he said, looking directly down her shirt.
"My name's Lauren."
"Michael."
He awkwardly reached down to shake her hand as the bus went over a bump, and almost fell on top of her. When he had recovered himself, Lauren said:
"Why don't you just sit next to me for a minute?" The seat next to her was now vacant as well.
"Ok," he said, sheepishly, lowering himself to the seat beside her and shifting his backpack to his lap.
"Michael," she said, looking into his eyes, "I have a question for you. It might seem a little forward since we don't know each other."
"Ok."
"How tall are you?"
"About 6'3"."
"I see."
"Why do you ask?"
"Well," she said, "you know the old saying that the taller the guy, the bigger his ..."
"Yeah, I've heard it before."
"So I was just wondering if it applied to you," giggled Lauren.
"Um," said Michael, casting another quick glance down her shirt, "I guess it does."
"Really," said Lauren flirtatiously, "and to what extent does it apply?"
"Well," Michael was feeling a little shy now, "I guess it applies pretty well."
Lauren scooted closer to him and put a hand on his leg. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"I'd like to see if I can fit it in my mouth."
Michael felt his cock, which was indeed on the larger side, start to twitch in his pants. At this rate, he wasn't going to be able to stand up and get off the bus without creating a scene.
"Um, sure, ok," he stammered.
"Where can we do it?"
"Uh, I have an office in the library."
"Perfect. I have class now but I'll meet you there in an hour."
"It's room 3234."
She pulled out a pen and wrote the office number on the back of her hand.
"See you then," she said, and got off the bus and went to class.
During the entire biology lecture, Lauren's mind was on cocksucking. She imagined what Michael's tool might look like. Would he be circumcised? Uncircumcised? Thick? On the thinner side? Would it curve up? Down? To the side? Just how big was he, anyway?
She was the only girl she knew who thought about these things. One of the things that she loved so much about being a slut was encountering so many different types of cocks. Even though she had to admit that she was something of a size queen, pretty much any cock felt huge to her once it was in her pussy, and she loved the variety that came with fucking different guys. Some cocks were great for deepthroating, others for fucking; still others felt good in her ass, though she saved that particular act only for her most special acquaintances.
As she daydreamed in the lecture hall, Lauren sketched a large, vein-covered phallus in her notebook. She had seen enough in her day to be able to work from memory. At the base of the shaft, she sketched two plump, slightly hairy testicles covered by a visibly taut scrotum. The pair of balls seemed full almost to the bursting point.
She had succeeded so well in portraying the phallus, that, like the artist in ancient Greece whose rendering of grapes was so life-like that it was pecked by birds, Lauren's drawing was so realistic it began to arouse its artist, and her pussy began to moisten as she looked at the two cum-filled balls she had drawn.
"If you're looking for something like that, I think I could help you out," a voice whispered in her ear. She covered her drawing with both hands and whipped her head around to see a pimply-faced frat boy type in a white hat leering at her.
"In your dreams," she said, loud enough for the entire row of students to hear her, "I only fuck men, not boys."
The student turned bright red and sank back into his seat. Lauren met the gaze of several students, her eyes cold in their resolve. After a brief, tense, moment, punctuated with a flurry of whispers, everyone turned back to the lecture. Ten minutes later, class was over, and Lauren was on her way to the library.
When she arrived on the third floor and knocked on the office door, Michael opened it with a worried look on his face.
"We've got a problem," he said as she followed him inside.
"Oh?"
"My officemate, Tim is here, even though he usually works from home on Tuesdays. He went to the bathroom but he'll be back any minute."
Lauren thought for a moment.
"Do you think Tim would like to join us?"
"I – I – I don't know. I'm not even sure what you have in mind."
