Megan seemed right from the very start, but I was still in the afterglow of the long-term relationship with Robin. Three months had passed, and I was still saddened from the breakup...it was hard to let go...you know? Of course, it was sad, but we did part in a good way...and I was ready to move on. Thankfully, I still had Darin and now Benji in my life; the sex was good between the three of us, but I still missed having a girlfriend. On top of everything, I was a little apprehensive and not wanting to replace her with any warm body. Darin knew how important it was to me and he likes to think he made me start looking.
I was meeting with my Teaching Assistant over coffee; we needed a brief meeting before the class, on Tuesday. I wanted to incorporate her site visit and photos into the packet, we were giving to the students.
"Yeah, we can stay here or take our coffee to the office...but what you've got here is perfect, Janie. This will merge with no problem."
"Thanks, professor...and I'm okay hanging out here."
"Let's just stay here, then and just call me Rob."
"Have you reviewed what I put together? I'm still going to bring in some more context; I think it will direct them to a more informed approach...you know?"
A young woman approached the table with a big rice crispy treat, while Janie continued talking, "Um yeah, it all looks good and bringing in the context will give them everything they need...I can photocopy portions of the diary, I was talking about. This's my roommate, Megan; she helped me find the diary."
"And Megan, this my professor...or rather Rob."
The light brown hair, forming a ponytail, bounced when she nodded and smiled, "Nice to meet you, professor Rob." The tight-fitting jeans and t-shirt hugged her firmly toned body.
"Nice to meet you, roommate Megan."
"This's good work you two...this gives us historical look at the land and its stewardship."
"Megan, do you have some time to grab a seat and talk history?"
When I left for home, I thought the world of Janie and her gifted approach to teaching, but I thought Megan was smoking hot. She was a 23-year-old T. A. in Library Sciences...a sexy librarian.
During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."
"I bet they can," I smiled.
Before they left, she handed me her phone number and email, "If you have any questions...um...well...about research, the libraries or anything, just call me."
When she turned and headed out with Janie, my eyes followed her cute butt out the door. It was tight, with a little bounce, and the way it filled out the jeans was breathtaking. If that wasn't enough, to guarantee my call, she peeked back through the window and flashed a sexy smile.
I, of course, called and a week later, we had a first date; it was a great time and we had one of those memorable, but awkward, evening-ending kisses. It was the type of lingering kiss that you didn't want to end, but it was only a first date.
But a few days later, I asked her out again...and that second date was crazy, hot. We checked out Open Mic Night at a campus bar...the music was great, but it was obvious we both were more interested in each other. We moved to a quiet corner way back from the stage and talked.
Making-out and playful gropes, defined that part of the evening, and I was ready to fuck her right there, on the table...for the entire bar to see. She ran her fingers over my crotch and full-on grabbed through my jeans. I grinned, "Yeah, I knew there was something special about you. Like what you got there?"
"You bet," blushing and nodding, "Let's say my interest is piqued, but you really had me when you said, do you have some time to grab a seat and talk history?"
After that I got more relaxed; I went beyond flirting with her breast and brushing it with my hand. My fingers dug in; it was enough to satisfy me, but I seriously wanted to shove my hand inside and really check things out. But then my hot librarian made another bold move, "Well, I want you to stay the night, but you're Janie's boss." She got a super sexy grin, "It could be really awkward when she hears you screaming in ecstasy...you know?"
"Oh really? Ecstasy?"
"Yeah, screaming in ecstasy."
"You may be the one screaming," I grinned, "and I can't wait to see how you explain your moans to my roommates."
We headed back to my place and started kissing on the steps; I think I started to slide her shirt up before we even got to the door. Fortunately, nobody was home when we got there, because the minute the door closed, we were all over each other and clothes started coming off. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I pressed my hardness into her belly.
Entangled in each other's arms, I jokingly offered her a drink, "Beer, wine, martini...or maybe a Manhattan?"
"You tease...all I want is right here...no drinks required. Now, bend me over that couch or take me to the bedroom!"
Once in the bedroom, she dropped to her knees and slipped my underwear off. "Oh shit! Jeez, you are bigger! But it's okay...or its more than okay...its gorgeous...it's a gorgeous cock. Sorry, I sound a little awkward...but...um...I've never seen one like this."
"You mean circumcised?"
"No, my ex was circumcised, but he was thinner and not as long...he was smaller...just a lot smaller...and you're not."
"Megan, it's all fine...but now that we've got that out of the way...continue. Go ahead, grab it...hold it...or maybe taste it."
She got a sexy grin, and using both hands, carefully explored with her fingers; it was arching upright and bobbing over my abs. Inches from her face, she was staring trancelike and carefully stroking the shaft, yearning for its satisfying pleasure. Then she cradled the balls in her hand; she appeared to be assessing their weight, while her fingers sensed shape and size.
She nudged me to lie back and, again, took it with both hands, slowly closing his fingers around its throbbing girth. She stared into my eyes and ran her hands up and down the shaft. She licked wildly, slid her lips down over the head, and triggered my intense moaning. As it pumped through her lips and her tongue worked the shaft, I gripped her head and pushed her deeper.
"Oh...god, Megan...fuck...fuck...yeah, that's good...yeah...fuck, that's good," I groaned, watching her ponytail bounce and her lips slide up and down my dick. She grabbed my butt, to push it deeper; she wanted what I wanted and impaled herself, till it poked her throat.
