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Stan and Julie

I have always been that, “I like you Stanley, but not in that way,” guy. What I mean to say is, all though high school, I was the guy that girls came to when they were treated badly by their boyfriends. However, when I asked for a date, or, God forbid, tried to steal a kiss, I was rebuffed with that familiar phrase. So you can imagine my surprise when I met Julia Meyers.

I was a freshman, living in the dorm at the University of Oregon, and Julia was a “non-traditional” student in my Speech class. I guess she was about 30 years old at the time, and frankly, very sexy. She wasn’t a conventional beauty, but sexy. I’m not sure what “full-figured” means, but she wasn’t a Barbie. I guess I’d describe her as round in the right places. She had a round face too, surrounded by chestnut hair which she often wore in a ponytail. She dressed in jeans and shirts, and the shirts were open enough to show a bit of cleavage. I admit I stared at her when I thought she wasn’t looking.

One morning when I was sitting alone drinking coffee in the Union, she approached my table.

“Hi, aren’t you in Hansen’s speech class?”

“Oh, yeah, so are, uh, Julia, right?”

“Right, so you noticed me, you’re Stan, right? Mind if I join you?”

She brought her coffee over and sat down, and we chatted a bit, mostly about this and that, you know small talk, then she said, “Um, I hate to ask you this, but could you help me with my speech? I’m really nervous kadıköy escort and I’ve never had to stand up in front of people before.”

“Sure,” I said, “I’d be happy too, where would you like to meet?”

“Well, if it’s not too much trouble, could you come over to my place? It’s not far, just down Ferry street a way.”

So, I agreed to meet her at her place at 7:00 the next night.

I’ll admit I was a bit nervous. I sort of had the hots for her, and I was afraid I might say something stupid.

She lived in one of those “Student Ghetto” apartments not far from campus. I put some legal pads and pens in my backpack and walked over there. When she opened the door, she was wearing cutoff jeans and a man’s shirt tied just under her breasts. Her hair was down, and she looked so sexy, I just stood there for a minute staring.

“Well, don’t just stand there, silly, come in. Would you like something to drink, I’ve got coke and beer, or maybe just water if you like it.”

“Um coke is fine.” I’m afraid I croaked. My throat was dry.

She got two cokes from the fridge, put them down on the coffee table, sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside her. When I sat down, she patted my leg and invited me to relax. Then she leaned over and pulled the top of her shirt down revealing quite a bit of boob. “I’ve seen you looking at these, “she said, “Do you like them?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to stare, I üsküdar escort … I,” I stammered.

“It’s ok,” she smiled. “I’m flattered, really. I’m glad you like them. Would you like to see more?” and with that she unbuttoned her shirt, reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble out. Round like melons with dark brown areola and nipples. Then she reached over and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she grasped my cock with her hand.

Then she pulled back and looked me straight in the eye. “Stan,” she said, “I guess you know this really isn’t about helping me with my speech. But before we go any further, I want you to understand something. I like you and I want to do this with you, but I don’t want you to fall in love with me, and I’m not wanting to be your girlfriend. I need sex, and I want you to be the one who provides it. We can enjoy each other from time to time, but that is all, OK? Are we clear?”

“Ok,” I said, “I think I understand.”

“Good,” she said. Then bent and kissed me again. Then she pulled my head down to her breasts, and when I began to suck and kiss them, she threw her head back on the couch and moaned softly. After a moment, she pushed me away, stood up, pulled me to my feet and said, “Now, let’s see what you have here.” She undid my belt, unfastened my jeans, pulled them down and pulled my boxers down. Of course, my cock was hard as a rock and sprang tuzla escort to attention.

“Mmmm, lovely,” she said as she pushed me gently back on the couch and knelt on the floor in front of me. She licked the shaft while she cuddled my balls in her hand. Then the popped the head into her mouth. She gave it one suck when I started to cum. “Wait, wait,” I yelled as I pushed her away, but it was too late. I came like a geyser. She tried to block it with her hand, but some got on her face anyway.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said. “That has never happened before. I, I do you want me to go now?”

“No, she laughed, that was my fault. I got to eager. Wait right here. Don’t move.”

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I could hear water running. After a minute she came back out with a damp, warm washcloth with which she washed my cock. “Don’t you dare go away,” she said, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Then she stood up, pulled her shorts and panties off, sat down and opened her legs. “Perhaps you can do something for me.”

I began to lick and suck her pussy. I found I liked the taste. Before long, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face tight against her and actually screamed. I could feel her convulsing against my face.

Well, then we showered together. It was so sexy washing her and she washing me. She started to wash my cock, but I made her stop. I didn’t want to lose it again. She took me into her bedroom and told me to lay down on the bed. I did and she got a condom out, put it on, and told me to just lay still. Then she straddled me and rocked until we both came.

I spent the night and we actually “did it” a couple more times in different positions.

I guess I’m not that kind of guy anymore.

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