I'm a second year college student at my local community college. I'm on the football team. I get great grades. And I'm muscular and good looking. I've had a couple nice girlfriends, though not now.
But I don't fit in. I used to stutter really bad though now I almost never do. It's not about nerves - I'm actually very confident and happy with myself. It's just the way my brain works.
The reason I don't fit in is mostly because I'm really quiet. Not shy. I just don't ever feel the need to fill every silent moment with talk.
In class, I rarely raise my hand. In social settings I like to watch. My past girlfriends liked me as the big strong silent type but eventually wanted more communication. And that's ok. I'll find someone who doesn't need chatter.
I never dated Ingrid, she was an exchange student. She talked incessantly. She was nice on the eyes and many guys wanted to take her out.
She sat next to me in the cafeteria out of the blue one day. Girls like Ingrid always wanted something. Maybe she wanted my notes, maybe she wanted to be seen with me - to make someone jealous. Sometimes girls felt the need to break past the veneer; to get me to open up and talk. There is no veneer.
The cafeteria was crowded enough that no one would pay attention to any particular conversation. Still, Ingrid leaned close, whispering in my ear, because what she had to say was particularly secretive, "Can I watch you jerk off?"
Now this was new. Obviously she wanted something more, I just didn't know what it was. I gave her an incredulous look. "I let you suck my tit if you do it." I got the sense that this was a concession, that if I had agreed right away she wouldn't have offered.
I'd practically memorized what she looked like in different outfits in class and the idea of sucking on her medium sized tits sounded good enough for me. But one had to be wary of an offer like that. With a less than fully committed smile I nodded.
She lived in the exchange student dorm which is where we met that evening. She invited me in, got me a glass of water, and asked me to sit on the couch, motioning for me to unzip. I liked that she didn't ask me what I wanted to drink, or how I wanted this whole jacking off thing to go. Less small talk.
She was wearing a knit one piece dress that hugged her thin curves. Her ass was to die for.
Ingrid wasted no time. She pulled the neckline of her top down letting one beautiful perfectly shaped boob hang out. I had kinda hoped for both. But this was still real good. I had also hoped that she really intended for more to happen. I had a pocket full of condoms.
Rising up to her knees, she leaned her thighs against the throw pillow between us and fed a delicious pink nipple to my waiting lips. It was wonderful. It grew hard as I sucked and so did I.
I jerked with mellow strokes at first, building to a crescendo, at which point in time I dropped a big creamy load on my stomach. Ingrid's hands clutched at my head to maintain her position with her tit between my lips and teeth.
I caught my breath, reaching for tissues I spotted there by the couch, I got one last look at her wonderful boob from less than three centimeters sway before it left me. Ingrid sat on her heels tucking her still wet boob back in its home.
Now would come the time when she would say what she wants. I could read her like a book. "Will you do it again for me?" I nodded my assent.
Ingrid got up, straightening the apartment. "Oh, Goody. That was fun. You thought it was fun, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Tomorrow?"
I smiled, "But..."
I wasn't the only one who could read. Ingrid cut me off, "You want more." I nodded once. She went on, "I want more too."
She picked up my wallet which had fallen on the floor, handing it to me, while ushering me out the door, she confirmed our plans while the latch clicked, "Tomorrow, more, while you jerk off."
Her spectacular tit had me under her spell. Can you believe that just one solitary tit could make me such a slave?
I arrived freshly showered. Ingrid seemed nervous. She looked both ways down the hallway and pulled me in. Josh from the team was there. I didn't know he knew Ingrid. Did she rope him in too?
I imagined a circle jerk with the two of us performing for Ingrid.
She brought us over to the couch where we both stood dumbly. Ingrid started to explain like a parent to a child, her English wasn't that great, "Josh is my boyfriend. He wants nasty things so I found a solution. You get to jerk off again while you blew him." Sensing my discomfort she added, "And you get to suck my tit again.
We were both nervous too now. The fact that we knew each other didn't help. I wondered if Josh picked me for her "solution." From the look on his face it kinda looked like he didn't know about it.
I also wondered how she came to this idea. The way I figure it she hated giving blowjobs but he really wanted one. I was gonna need a whole lot more than sucking on her tit.
I guessed if this was about her hating blowjobs. That therefore, I couldn't ask her for a blowjob as her end of the deal.
I could ask to suckle on both her titties, but that wouldn't really be enough either. Then it hit me. I knew what I wanted.
Ingrid took charge, "Ok boys, this is what you get. Strip!"
Josh objected, "This isn't what I wanted. I wanted you to...
"And you're to be getting one." She cut him off. He didn't look super happy but he accepted it.
Turning to me she said, "It would make me happy to see you jerk off again."
