The week seemed to fly by as I fought to concentrate on my studies and maintain my grades to keep my academic scholarship, but I was losing the battle to thoughts about the erotic evening with Dawn. It was such an amazing sexual experience. Not that I had anything to compare it too and yet at the same time I felt embarrassed at my lack of self-control. The orgasm was unbelievable, but if I could have just held out a little longer I would have had my first "full" sexual experience. This Sunday would be different, I thought.
I decided to wear jeans Sunday when I had my visit with Dawn. Maybe the thick material would help me be less sensitive and I wouldn't blow my load so soon. I couldn't buy jeans that were too tight however because my 12 inches and large balls were too much of a load to fit. I topped it off with a loose fitting red polo golf shirt and penny loafers. My muscle-bound roommate said not to wear socks. He was always trying his best to make me appear less like the geek I truly am.
I decided to get to Dawn's a little early on Sunday. Actually it ended up being quite a bit earlier as I walked up to her apartment at seven that evening instead of eight. As I made my way across the parking lot I heard the slam of a door from the second floor and looked up to see a rather large muscular guy coming out of Dawn's apartment. He looked like he was in a rush as he bound down the outside flight of stairs. As he hit the bottom stair and turned, I realized it was John Payne, All American Linebacker and Captain of our football team. "What are you looking at wimp?" he spit as he brushed on past me.
"Uhhh...Uhhhh...Nothing," I stammered, but he had already lumbered by.
'I wonder what he was doing with Dawn,' I thought. My roommate, Brad, had told me that they were a thing at one time but that it was over now. Then I thought, 'Maybe Dawn's in trouble, he looked angry as he passed by and he had slammed the door.' I took off as fast as my 5'-9" frame could take me, not exactly bounding up the stairs.
I rapped loudly on the door and waited, ears perked for any sound that might be coming from inside. "What the hell do you want now," I heard Dawn yell out in an unusually harsh manner.
The door swung open quickly and I saw a perplexed and then smiling Dawn sing out, "Oh! Lenny, it's you," "I wasn't expecting you for another hour, come on in."
"I passed John coming across the parking lot, what was he doing here?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she said her eyes rolling up. "He thinks he owns me and got upset when I told him I want to see other people now." "We officially broke up over the summer, well...at least I did with him, he still wants more than just a physical relationship."
I wondered what she meant by that, but decided not to keep questioning her. When I didn't reply she said, "He's the typical jealous jock that always wants his own way...he just needs to grow up!"
I had been so intent on our conversation, that I hadn't realized what she was wearing. When she saw me glancing up and down at her silky black bathrobe, her nipples obviously protruding under the thin material, she said, "Hey Lenny, I was just about to get in the shower before you came, why don't you join me!" She flashed me that brilliant white smile and winked, as her head nodded towards the bathroom.
"You don't have to ask me twice," I said trying to sound cool, but not really carrying it off that well. It sounded more like a nervous question.
As I followed her into the bathroom I noticed Dawn's hair seemed really messed up and that she had a sheen that looked like someone who had gone out jogging and then sat down for a few minutes while the sweat dried.
Dawn reached in and turned the water on then turned back towards me. "Here, let me help you with those," she said, reaching down to the button fly on my jeans and popping them all in one quick zip down. My thick hose was bunched in a mass bulging out in my tradition white briefs. Dawn grinned looking at it and tugged at the side of my jeans causing them to fall around my ankles in a "whooosh."
"Take off your shirt," she said. I obeyed, who wouldn't. Somehow commands from Dawn seemed more like pleasant requests. I was still embarrassed about my white bird chest that was not only weak looking but stood out in such stark contrast to Dawn's golden tan.
As my glasses started to steam from the hot water kicking in, Dawn leaned into me, her silk covered tits pressing into my chest. With one hand she cupped my nuts and with her other she attempted to grip my dick and whispered in my ear, "I just love your huge cock, Lenny...I've been thinking about it all week."
Her hand lurched from my cock jumping from her erotic comments.
"I hope you can see with those glasses off Lenny," she said as she slipped out of her robe and let it gather in a bunch around her feet. Her body was just like I remembered it, perfectly rounded and firm 34D tits capped with puffy aureoles that were quite large in diameter. Her nipples were a slightly lighter brown than her aureoles and seemed perpetually hard. She gave my dick one final squeeze, turned, and stepped into the shower pulling the curtain behind her. "Don't keep me waiting," she sang out.