Dan enrolls in a sexual sociology class.
By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Prologue:
It was Chicago, in the mid 1980s. Those were very different times. Fashion and language were different. Technology was quite different. We didn't have the internet, and cable television was just becoming widespread. Pubic hair was uncut & often not trimmed.. The only sexual fear for straight people was getting pregnant; and the pill mostly took care of that.
I was a senior and I needed both a literature class and social science class to complete my general education requirements to graduate. Because of my class standing, I was finally going to be able to register early in the cycle. I filled out several possible registration cards, and waited dutifully in the line. When I got to the registration window, I was pleasantly surprised to find that S O C 3 69 Human Sexuality was still open. I registered for the class and hoped it was everything the rumors made it out to be.
As the Spring Semester started, I tried to find out if I knew anyone in S O C 3 69. None of my engineering classmates were interested. And I was disappointed to find that none of my female friends had registered for it either. It had the potential to be less than fun. But I remembered the stories about the course lots of discussion of sex, sex, and sex. It couldn't be that bad.
The class was scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The first class was on a Thursday and I arrived ten minutes early for the first class. The room was already packed. On the front desk were two piles of papers with a sign that said, "Take one of each." One was the syllabus and the other was a list of assignments with details and due dates.
Thursday Pre-Class
I looked around the packed room and saw a seat next to a pretty blonde. "Is this seat taken?"
"It looks like it's perfect for you." She chuckled.
I held out my hand, "Hi, I'm Dan."
She smiled sweetly, "I'm Hannah."
A woman in her forties entered the room and began walking around talking to students. I assumed this was the famous Dr. Miller. She was tall and thin with a nice figure. She was professionally dressed in a skirt, blouse, and blazer. The skirt came to just above the knee and showed some shapely, bare legs. She started working the room.
When she got to us, she said, "Hannah, good to see you again. Did you have a good winter break?"
"I did Dr. Miller."
Dr. Miller turned to me and extended her hand, "A new person in my class."
I stuck out my hand, "Pleased to meet you Dr. Miller. Dan McDevitt."
"A senior. Mechanical engineering major. Wow! I'm impressed." She chuckled at herself, "I try to learn about my students beforehand. It isn't hard if you actually care about people." She looked at her watch, "Show time."
Dr. Miller walked to the front of the room, "Let's get started. My name is Dr. Shannon Miller. This class is S O C 3 69, Human Sexuality. If you aren't registered, you will have to leave. No auditing."
Two guys got up and headed toward the door.
She continued, "It isn't that I want to be a hard ass, but if I didn't have that limitation, this place would be standing room only. If you are curious how the course was numbered, I asked for it and there was no objection until I was teaching it for three semesters. By then it was too late to change it."
There were some scattered laughs and giggles.
"We'll skip the usual introductions. I think I know everyone. If you don't know your classmates, I think you will quickly learn about them."
Lecture Begins
"As the title suggests, this is a course in human sexuality. I must tell you that this class will get very graphic at times. We will examine the wide range of human sexual activity, from straight sex to some of the kinkiest stuff you can imagine. This may be uncomfortable for some of you. As a class, we can overcome this discomfort by keeping our minds open, being respectful of each other, and sharing our thoughts. Given the number of smiles, that sounds like what a lot of you signed up for.
"I expect everyone to act as an adult. I don't want to hear titters and I don't want to hear anyone shaming anyone else. Respect is our watch word. If you cannot act as a mature adult and show respect to everyone in the room, then I will ask you to leave. If you do not voluntarily leave, I will have campus security remove you. I don't fuck around with any of that. And yes, I have a potty mouth. I want everyone to feel safe here. This class is like Las Vegas. If someone shares some intimate part of their life, I expect it to stay in this room. Am I clear?
Dr. Miller looked each of us in the eye, "Good. Does anyone want to leave?" Again she looked around.
"Very well. I will also use a lot of visual aids photos and film. This is not pornography. Since this is a liberal arts college, I am a strong believer that this is a time for you to explore and learn about yourself. I cannot require that you engage in sexual activity. That would be unethical and for many people, immortal. I will provide alternative assignments that you are free to undertake. In the assignment sheet I provide details on how you can fulfill both regular and alternative assignments. For example, after today's class, you may decide to experiment with self-love. Essentially, in the privacy of your room you can masturbate and then report on your observations. If you would like to have an observer present, that is also an option. Any questions?"
"Seeing none, we'll get started." She went to the front of the class and pulled down a screen. She flipped on an overhead projector and placed a slide on it, "So here is a very simple question: Why do we want to have sex? Danielle."
"Because it makes us feel good."
"Yes, it does. Brian."
"We have a drive to reproduce."
Dr. Miller walked to the side of the room, "One of our strongest instincts. Sarah."
"Because we are attracted to the other person and we want to be intimate with them."
"Ah. Intimacy. Another strong drive. Hannah."
"Orgasms."
Dr. Miller laughed, "Yes. The elephant in the room. Today we will discuss orgasms." She put up another slide, "So what is the average time it takes for a man to reach orgasm if he is masturbating? Dan."
"Five minutes."
"Not that long. Greg?"
"Four?"
"Almost. Rich?"
He laughed, "Maybe three?"
"Good guess! Three minutes. So how long does it take a woman to reach orgasm if she is masturbating? Bridget?"
"I'm guessing. Four minutes?"
"Yes, good guess. So what can we conclude from those two numbers. Elizabeth."
"That men and women are pretty close to having the same sexual response if they are stimulated properly."
"Excellent! If you are gay, lesbian, or a virgin, you don't have to answer this next question. By a show of hands, how many of you know that your partner reaches orgasm during straight sex? Penis in vagina sex."
Of the 25 people in the room, about 18 hands went up.
"Please leave your hands up. We have ten men and eight women. Now, how many of You reach orgasm during straight sex?"
All the men left their hands up, but only one woman left their hand up."
"Very interesting. So ladies, the men think you are having an orgasm when you really aren't. Am I reading that correctly?"
Several female heads were nodding.
"Why is that? Hannah."
"We fake it."
Dr. Miller shook her head, "We fake it. That's kind of sad. Why? Rich."
"The woman doesn't want to make us feel bad."
"Yeah. Studies have shown that men's egos are easily bruised when it comes to sex. Some women also want to boost their partner's ego. Why else? Anne."
"To get it over with."
There was laughter around the room.
Dr. Miller continued, "You laugh, but I think Anne is not making that up." Anne shook her head. "I think you will find that sometimes straight sex is not pleasant for many women, mostly because their male partner doesn't know what they're doing."
"Anyone else? Roxane."
"To avoid being shamed and being thought to be frigid."
"That is a big one. By the way, no woman is frigid. That is a myth developed by men to compensate for their poor sexual performance. One last item. Sometimes a woman fakes an orgasm for non-sexual reasons such as trying to cement a relationship, become someone's girlfriend or fiancée. Questions or comments?"
Dr. Miller looked around the room, "I find all this very interesting. Gentlemen, do you know how to tell if your partner is actually having an orgasm or faking it?"
I shook my head. I thought I knew, but now I had my doubts. I looked around and the other guys looked just as puzzled.
Dr. Miller said, "Don't be embarrassed guys. You've taken the first step to becoming a much better lover. Carlos, are you ready?"
I just realized that there was a guy at the back of the room manning a film projector, "Yes, Dr. Miller."
Female Orgasm Film
She pointed to a guy near the door, "Sam?" He nodded. "Yes, Sam. Can you hit the lights?"
Sam killed the lights and a film began to roll.
The title flashed up, "Orgasmic Response in Human Females." The first scene had a bunch of co-eds walking and talking on a college campus somewhere. A female narrator said, "One of the most misunderstood aspects of human sexuality is the orgasmic response of human females. This film will briefly examine this topic."
The scene changed to a couple making out. "It should be noted that approximately five to ten percent of women are incapable of having an orgasm. This is often due to some physical limitation."
A graphic came up, "There are two types of female orgasm: vaginal and clitoral. The first, vaginal orgasm, is described by women as starting deeper in their body and elicits a full body response. These types of orgasms are caused by objects in the vagina stimulating the walls, Gräfenberg spot or G spot, and cervix."
An anatomical diagram came up. "The G spot is located on the anterior wall of the vagina. When a woman is standing, it can be thought of as the upper side of the vagina." A red arrow pointed to a spot on the diagram, "In its relaxed state, the G spot is smooth. As a woman becomes more aroused, it becomes wrinkled. The G spot is best stimulated digitally with one or two fingers using a 'come hither' motion."
A photo of a woman's vulva came on the screen, "Clitoral orgasms have a more localized reaction and are caused by stimulation of the clitoris and clitoral hood area." Red arrows appeared on the screen, "Clitoral orgasms are more intense, but are shorter in duration than a vaginal orgasm.
"There are several signs that a woman is experiencing an orgasm. Please note that not all women display all these signs."
A photo of a light skinned vulva was displayed, "First, blood will rush to a woman's skin and in light skinned women, this will be seen as flushed skin. Blood will also rush to a woman's clitoris, vulva, and vagina. Often the clitoris will become engorged with blood and may extend out of the clitoral hood."
The screen shifted to a photo of a lovely pair of breasts with large, erect nipples, "Second, a woman's nipples will be erect. Most women experience pleasure when their nipples are stimulated either orally or manually. Although not all women experience hard nipples during an orgasm, most do. Typically a woman's nipples are hard, erect, and sensitive. In all cases, an orgasm will increase a woman's heart rate. Often to between 160 and 210 beats per minute.
"Let's observe an actual female orgasm. This will be a clitoral orgasm."
The screen shifted to a camera angle that was directly between a young, naked woman's legs. She had a nice bush, but her labia were shaved. The focus was on her vulva, but the rest of her body was visible in soft focus. She was small-breasted and had applied a small vibrator directly to her clit. Her vagina was slightly open and juices ran across her perineum.
"This woman's orgasm is about to begin. I direct your attention to her vaginal opening, her anus, her nipples, and her face."
The woman began panting, her eyes closed, and her mouth took on the classic O shape. Her pelvic muscles began rhythmically contracting and you could clearly see her vagina and anus pulsing out a steady rhythm. Her nipples were hard and she reached up and pulled hard on one of them.
"During her orgasm, all her focus is on the stimulation being directed to her clitoris. She is unaware that her breathing has increased and her eyes are closed. Most women are incapable of vocalizing anything during orgasm. It should be noted that after orgasm, a woman's clitoris is very sensitive."
"Now let's observe a vaginal orgasm."
Once again, the screen was filled with a woman's vulva. Someone was fucking her with a smooth dildo. The angle was upward, striking the top of her vagina. She was rolling both her nipples.
"Once again, this woman's orgasm is about to begin. Observe her vagina, nipples, and face."
As the orgasm began, her eyes practically popped out of her head. She let out a long groan, mouth open. You could see her vagina contracting on the dildo. She came for probably about a half a minute. And then the film was over.
Dr. Miller said, "Sam, can you flip on the lights? So what did we observe? Dan."
"In both cases, the woman's vagina was contracting. On the first one, so was her anus."
"Good observation. Actually, her anus was contracting on the second one, but your view was blocked. I don't want to say every time since life has no absolutes, but in at least 999 times out of a thousand, the woman's pelvic muscles will contract during orgasm. Those contractions affect both the vagina and the anus. What else? Sam."
"Neither woman was talking or saying anything."
"Let me ask one of our female colleagues why. Hannah."
"Because you are completely focused on the pleasure. When you're cumming, you don't have to or want to say a thing."
"Great point. A sure-fire way to know a woman is faking an orgasm is that she is very vocal. Some of you look surprised. Gents, how many of you say something when you're ejaculating?" She looked around, "No one. Why is that? Dave."
"My mind focuses on what's happening with my cock."
There was some laughter.
Dr. Miller said, "A little crude, but I like that term cock." She said it again with emphasis, "Cock. What else did you observe about the orgasms? Brian."
"Dr. Miller, with the second one, I think that was a dildo, the dildo was at a different angle like it was hitting the top of her vagina instead of going all the way in."
"Excellent. The narrator mentioned something called the Gräfenberg spot or G spot. That is on the roof of the vagina and the dildo was striking it. Is anyone familiar with the g spot? Roxane."
"My boyfriend took your class last semester. He loves to rub mine."
"Who's your boyfriend?"
"Andy."
"I'm glad to hear my class has had a positive impact on your life."
"Life changing Dr. Miller. Mind-blowing."
Male Orgasm Film
Dr. Miller chuckled, "We'll learn more about the g spot next class. Carlos, are you ready with the next film?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Sam, if you please."
The lights went out and the screen lit up. "Orgasmic Response in Human Males".
The screen was filled with four guys in athletic attire walking across a field. A man began narrating, "This film will examine the orgasmic response in human males. Ejaculation is often associated with orgasm in males. While these events often occur simultaneously, they are distinct and separate events. Orgasm is characterized by pelvic contractions, intense pleasure, and release. Ejaculation is the expulsion of semen from the penis. While rare, some men can experience non-ejaculatory orgasms."
The screen was filled with side-by-side pictures of penises, one uncircumcised and the other circumcised. "While each penis is different, they come in two distinct varieties, circumcised and uncircumcised. A circumcised penis has had the foreskin surgically removed. The absence of the foreskin has no impact on a male's ability to reach orgasm."
There was a close-up of a penis head. "The glans is the most sensitive area." A red arrow appeared, "The crown of the glans or the edge is filled with countless nerve endings." Another arrow appeared, "The frenulum is another sensitive area."
Now there was an anatomy diagram, "The prostate gland is another source of pleasure. It can be accessed directly through the anus or massaged by pressing on the perineum."
"Let's observe an ejaculatory orgasm brought on by masturbation."
The screen was filled with a guy stroking his erection. He had his legs up so that his ass was visible. I was surprised that they selected a smaller than average cock. Then I remembered that this was an academic film and not pornography.
"This man has been manually stimulating his penis. His orgasm is about to begin. Observe the pelvic contractions seen at the base of his shaft and at the anus."
Sure enough, there were the contractions and almost simultaneously he let loose a string of cum that shot out of the picture.
"Oh!" Several of my classmates responded.
Two more shots of lesser amounts came forth. He stopped stroking, "The penis becomes very sensitive after orgasm and often cannot be touched."
The screen shifted to another erection. This time a man was prone with his feet either side of his ass, "This man has manually brought himself to the edge of orgasm. A partner will now digitally stimulate his prostate."
The guy stopped stroking and what looked like a female hand probed his asshole. She slipped two lubed fingers in and began moving.
"The prostate is a walnut sized gland located on the anterior wall of the rectum. This man's orgasm is about to begin. Once again, observe the contractions at the base of his penile shaft and anus."
The contractions began and this time the guy shot his load onto his chest. Four shots total. I was really surprised to learn that you could cum by not touching your cock.
Dr. Miller said, "Lights, please."
The lights came back on, "So what did we observe? Elizabeth."
"Both men and women have pelvic contractions when they come."
"That's interesting, isn't it. Later in class we will examine how to extend orgasmic response in both men and women. Brad."
"Dr. Miller, the whole prostate thing is cool. I didn't know I had that.'
She laughed, "All part of the price of admission. Roxane."
"The cut versus uncut part. My boyfriend is uncut and he says it gives him a distinct advantage."
"Tell Andy to stop by my office and I'll reduce his grade from last semester." Everybody laughed. "He knows better than that. Anything else? Sarah."
"Do we know how much a guy shoots when he cums?"
"I direct your attention to two rock bands the Loving Spoonful and 10CC. Both named after the amount of fluid a man ejaculates. That makes it easy to remember. Our time is almost up. For homework, you have two options. You can do an analysis of today's class and provide reading notes from the textbook. There is an outline on what that entails in the assignment sheet. If you would like to submit an alternative assignment in lieu of an analysis, also see the assignment sheet. Remember, I can't require you to do anything sexual. If you choose the alternative assignment, I would like you to masturbate and write a short essay answering the questions in the prompt. You should review the questions before you masturbate so you will be looking for the answers. If you choose to have an observer with you, you will want to include their observations with yours. See you next Tuesday."
Lab Partners After Class
The woman next to me, Hannah, turned to me, "What do you think?" She had a very pretty face. Her blonde hair framed her face. Her big, blue eyes were warm and kind.
I smiled at her, "I've already learned so much."
"Did you look at these assignments?"
"No."
"Several of them require a partner. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Cool. "No. Would you like to be my partner for some of these?"
Hannah blushed, "If you told me yesterday that I would be having this conversation with a total stranger I wouldn't have believed you. Yes, Dan the total stranger, I would like to be your partner." She smiled.
I decided I needed to keep this conversation going, "Hannah, do you have anything after this?"
"No."
"Maybe you'd like to do something together so we aren't total strangers."
Hannah smiled, "That's a good idea. Are you hungry?"
"Sure. A little. Where would you like to go?"
"Cafeteria is closed. Maybe get some coffee at the coffee shop?"
I nodded, "Can I drop off my books?"
"Good idea. Where's your dorm?"
"Carroll Hall."
"That's cool. I'm in Caroline Hall on the same block. Maybe I can leave my stuff in your room and we can come back and get it later."
"Good idea."
I followed Hannah out the door, checking out her figure on the way. She wasn't a knockout, but she had a very balanced body. Her breasts provided a lovely curve to her t-shirt and her hips had just the right amount of flare. Her ass had that classic feminine curve that I adored.
She turned and waited for me outside the door, "What are you majoring in, Dan?"
"Mechanical engineering. You?"
We started bundling up for the frigid weather, "Sociology. I've had Dr. Miller twice before. That's how I got into the class. I'd bet that Roxane and I are the only juniors."
It was a clear, brisk, January day with a biting north wind. There was an inch or so of snow on the grass. We both bundled up and headed toward my dorm. I tried to talk, but the wind took my breath away. Hannah looked to have the same problem.
A Dorm Date
Finally, we tucked inside my residence hall.
I said, "I'm on the second floor."
"Maybe we should just make coffee here rather than brave that wind again."
I shook my head, "Don't have a coffee maker."
Hannah smiled, "I have one. We can go to my room."
We dropped off my books and then proceeded to Hannah's room, cutting through a building along the way to cut down our outside time. Hannah's room was on the third floor. Like me, she had a single occupancy.
I sat down at her desk while she made coffee.
"So Dan, you don't have a girlfriend now, but you've had one."
"Oh, yes. I went with Lisa McDonald for most of the fall semester. Do you know her?"
"No. What happened?"
"She graduated in December and got a job out in California. Haven't heard from her since finals."
Since there was only one chair, Hannah came over and sat on the bed across from me, "That sucks."
I shrugged, "It's okay. It probably wasn't going to last anyway. How about you? Anyone special?"
"I went with Jeff Blankenship for a week, back in November."
"I know Jeff. He's a mechanical engineer too."
"Well, he had a very mechanical approach to our relationship. No pun intended. He's pretty demanding too. Wanted me to wear skimpy outfits. Wanted to fuck all the time. I usually told him no, no, and no. The one time we had sex, it was very mechanical. We didn't last long. Not exactly a very caring guy."
"Sorry about that."
She looked at me funny, "You didn't do anything."
"It was a sympathy gesture. But, I'm a man and I feel like I need to apologize for my entire sex. Especially after what I learned today."
"Class was pretty interesting.” Hannah agreed; “I kept thinking about being the woman having an orgasm on camera. To have my lady parts being seen in all of Dr. Miller's classes."
"It's more than just Dr. Miller.” I surmised. “That film looked like it was produced somewhere else and she just happens to have a copy."
"Wow! Even better." Hannah squeezed her knees together as she said.
"So, you wouldn’t like to have been the woman in the film?"
"Part of me would,” She admitted with a giggle. ”I think I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. Seems so naughty. Do you think that's bad?"
"No. You probably wear bikinis in the summer, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I have some very small bikinis. It is a real turn on to watch how guys react to me. I'm such a tease and I enjoy being a tease. I hope you don't hate me for that."
I laughed, "Some guys might, but I enjoy looking."
Hannah got up, "What do you put in your coffee?"
"Just milk, or creamer."
She poured the coffee and prepped mine, "Dan?"
"Yes, Hannah."
"I think you and I have to agree that everything we share is just between us. And just like in the class, we are going to treat each other with respect and not shame each other."
I took the coffee cup from her, "I absolutely agree. I imagine some of the things we share may be kinky."
She nodded, "Here's the first soul-baring moment. Ready?"
I nodded.
"Having the guys at the beach or at the pool see me in my tiny bikini, gets me wet. Sometimes I go to the ladies room so I can rub an orgasm out."
I nodded, "Will I get to see you in a bikini some day?"
She smiled coyly, "I hope so, but let's get some warmer weather first. Did you read this first alternative assignment?"
"No. What's it say?" My interest perked up.
"It says you can either masturbate alone, or have an observer. Would you like to be my observer?" She said, coyly.
"I assume you would observe me as well,” I suspected.
"Seems only fair." She grinned.
I nodded, "Okay. That's a deal. What else?"
"We have to comment on how we got ourselves aroused, how we brought ourselves to orgasm, what we felt during the orgasm, what did the observer see, and what happened afterwards. Doesn't sound that hard." She said with perhaps more confidence than I had.
"No. Sounds very fun." I bluffed.
Hannah had gotten up and moved to her closet, for no apparent reason. She paused, then with her back to me, she asked; "Here's a very private question that you don't have to answer if you don't want to.” She paused then asked; “How do you get yourself aroused before masturbating?"
I chuckled, "No laughing now. I have a Playboy magazine I look at. I look at the naked women. I know that really women aren't like that, but it gets me hard. How about you?"
Hannah came and sat on the bed again with her coffee. She blushed a deep red.
Sensing her discomfort, I assured her again; "I will never tell anyone. Promise."
"Have you seen Breakfast Club?"
I nodded.
"I imagine being with John Bender, the Judd Nelson character."
"So, you like the bad boys."
"I imagine being Molly Ringwald when she kisses him. Then I imagine taking him home with me. Getting naked with him. Running my fingers through his chest hair. Touching his penis. Sucking his penis. God, that makes me wet just thinking about it." Hannah averted her eyes, "I would never want to be with a bad boy, but it is so damn titillating to me."
We both fell silent for several moments. Hannah looked up at me, "Rather than looking at a Playboy, would you prefer to look at a real live naked girl? I'm not Playboy material, but I'm real."
"You?" I was shocked.
She nodded, "I can't believe I'm offering that."
I went for it. “Hannah, I'm not Judd Nelson, but you could kiss me. You already took me home with you. I'm real too. You can get me naked. I've got a lot of chest hair. I have a penis too!"
We both laughed.
Hannah took a sip of her coffee, "Is that a deal. Dan?"
"Yes. Hell yes." I said with a beet red face.
"I'm scared to death." Hannah admitted.
"I understand that, Hannah, but aren’t you also a bit uh, well; horny, just talking about it? We don't have to do anything. We can call the whole thing off if you want."
"That's not it. This just seems so clinical."
Silence hung between us for a while. We continued drinking our coffee.
I had a thought, "We just need to get comfortable being around each other. I have some homework to do. It isn't due until Monday, but how about if I go get my work and we could study together."
"That's a good idea. I'll bring my stuff and we can study in your room."
"Okay."
I finished my coffee and we got bundled up again.
As we were walking down the hall, Hannah took my hand, "I hope you don't mind."
I looked over at her and smiled, "That's a very good start."
We went down the stairs holding hands. As we emerged into the lobby, Hannah asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
I stopped, took both her hands, and looked down into her eyes, "No." I hesitated for effect, "I think you're beautiful."
"Really?"
I nodded, resolutely. Hannah grabbed both sides of my face, went on tiptoes, and kissed me.
She eased off and looked up into my eyes, "That was nice. Not like Molly and Judd, but that was nice. Maybe better since it's real and not acting."
Hannah started walking again, and took my hand again. We passed through the door and into the cold.
She looked over at me, "Just to be fair, I think you're a really cute guy. I've never really known a redheaded guy. Redheaded girls, but not guys. When we'd shower in high school, I'd be jealous of their red pubic hair."
I laughed, "For some reason, in high school, the guys thought I should have dark pubes. They were typically pretty crude about my red pubes."
Hannah looked over at me, "As I was sitting there in the classroom before you came in, I was checking out the other guys. A couple of them seemed nice. Roxane had told me what was going to happen in the class, so I was checking all the guys out for partner potential. When you sat down next to me, I knew I wanted to ask you to be my partner."
"Wow! I'm honored."
"Roxane said she would lend me her boyfriend if I didn't like anyone, but that seemed really yucky."
"That does seem yucky." I agreed.
She pulled her hand away and stuffed it into her pocket, "No offense, but it's just so cold."
"No offense taken."
We cut through a dining hall and came through the other side.
"Sorry, it's too cold." Hannah ran ahead and waited for me inside the main door. She had a very cute way of running. I was enjoying being with this woman more and more.
When we got to my room she asked, "What do you need to work on?"
"I can read for my lit class or do thermo problems."
"Can we sit on your bed and read together?" She plotted.
"Sure." I grabbed a book from my desk, propped up a pillow, and sat slouching at the head of the bed. I left room so she could sit next to me.
"What are you reading?" She eventually asked.
"Pride and Prejudice." I admitted.
"I Love that story. Maybe we can talk about it as you get further into it."
"Love to." I accepted.
Hannah sat next to me shoulder-to-shoulder, and started reading.
After a few minutes, I realized she was looking at me and I turned to her, "What?"
She swung herself onto my lap, straddling me, "I'm being very forward, but I want to kiss you again." She was perched directly on top of my cock.
I set the book down and put my arms around her. Hannah brought her hands up and held my face. She started gently kissing me. I luxuriated in her soft lips.
Hannah spoke into my mouth, "I wouldn't be offended if you were to place your hands on my ass."
"Good to know."
I slid my hands down and cupped her ass cheeks. She groaned a little, then probed with her tongue. Soon we were exploring each other's mouth. I felt myself stiffening.
"I just realized that the way I'm sitting might be awkward. Am I hurting you?” She asked.
"I'm okay with it, if you're okay." This babe was really getting horny & fun.
"I feel something on my crotch. Something nice." She grinned.
"Yes. You are having that effect on me. Sometimes I would get embarrassed, but right now I hope you’re taking it as a sincere compliment?”
Hannah nodded and kept kissing. She ran her fingers through my hair and occasionally wiggled her hips. I soon had a solid erection.
She eased off and whispered into my mouth, "Are you hot? I'm hot."
She sat up and pulled her tee shirt over her head, then threw it across the room. She wore a white, underwire bra. She looked down at me with a shit-eating grin. The bra hooked in front and she quickly released it. In an instant her bare breasts were before me. They were well-shaped and not particularly large, but pert. Not a bit of sag. Quarter-sized areolae surrounded two erect nipples.
"Would you like to touch them?" She almost begged.
I put my hands up and cupped her breasts. I gently rolled her nipples and she closed her eyes.
"Would you like to suck on them?" She directed more than asked.
I leaned forward, with both arms around her waist, and took one nipple then the other into my mouth, gently sucking each one in turn. I continued moving back and forth. Hannah's head leaned back and she wrapped her hands behind my head, pressing my face to her breast.
"This is so nice." Hannah climbed off the bed. She kicked her shoes off and pulled her jeans off.
She stood there in a pair of white panties, "Can I take off your jeans?" She was definitely horny and moving things along.
I unbuckled my belt and had barely got my zipper down when she grabbed & started pulling them off me. I lifted my ass and my boxers ended up at my knees. Flat on my back, now; my erection hanging out for her viewing pleasure.
Hannah straddled my legs and got very close to my cock. She ran her fingers through my curly red pubic bush, "Oh, you're so nice! I love your red pubic hair. As a social scientist I note that you are circumcised and are probably slightly larger than average. Certainly larger than those two guys in the movie today."
She held my shaft up, leaned down some more, and took a long suck, "Oh, that's nice. I taste something."
"Probably some pre-cum." I surmised.
She looked closely at the head and milked a little fluid from me.
She scooped it up with a finger and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, "That's right. This stuff is supposed to act as a lubricant. Slippery." She sucked her fingers, "Maybe a little sweet."
"Hannah, would you bring yourself up here, straddle my face, and let me lick you?"
"Only if you lose your shirt." She bargained. She really wanted us both buck naked right now!
I pulled my shirt off and Hannah stripped off her panties. I put a pillow under my head and her silky thighs landed on either side of my face. She had a trimmed blonde bush, shaped like a fan. Her clit was prominent at the top of her slit and her inner labia extended out a little. She had shaved her labia.
She looked down at me, "Sounds like you agree that we can save the homework assignment for later."
"Fully agree.” I said. “Absolutely!”
Hannah lowered her cunt onto my mouth and I began lapping at her opening, sucking in every drop of her nectar. When I touched my tongue to her clit, her hips started moving. I decided to just keep my tongue extended and let her pleasure herself. I reached up and started rolling her nipples. Hannah entwined her fingers in my hair, her eyes locked in on mine.
Back and forth she moved across my tongue. Her soft thighs moved against my cheeks. I made a note that I should make sure I shave off my scruffy beard, so I don't irritate her sensitive skin. I heard her begin to pant and I placed my finger at her opening. Vaginal contractions! I slipped my finger all the way in and found what I thought could be her g spot. I began rubbing it
Hannah fell forward, "Ah. Ah." Her bush pressed into my forehead.
After several moments of rubbing, I rolled her onto her back. Her head was crammed against the headboard, so I pulled her body down away from it.
I climbed on top of her and she spread her legs for me, "Can I?"
She nodded and I placed my erection at her opening. I slowly pressed into her contracting womanhood. Oh my god she was tight! I bottomed out and Hannah's eyes were wild. She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass as I began slowly swinging my hips, driving my full length into her. Nice steady strokes.
My mind was racing. ‘How did that dildo in the movie move? Need to hit the top of her vagina. How to do that? Need a better angle. Pillow!’
I rolled off Hannah and placed a pillow under her ass. I kept my body more upright as I reentered her. I intentionally tried to hit the roof of her vagina. The effect was immediate. Hannah's eyes went wide as my cock struck her g spot. She reached up and pulled on her nipples as her vagina continued contracting on me.
"I'm going to cum, Hannah."
She nodded and I thrust up into her as I shot my load. Two, three times. Finally, I fell forward and kissed her. I could still feel her contractions on my cock. She grasped the sides of my face and kissed me, leading with her tongue.
I pushed her legs flat and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, my erection still inside her. My hands cupping her ass.
Finally, she whispered into my mouth, "Wow."
Asleep In Hannah
As I emerged from sleep, I felt Hannah's breath on my chest. She was sleeping too. I was still in her vagina. My hands were on her ass. I decided to lie there and enjoy the moment. My outside window was still light so we couldn't have been sleeping too long.
I must have drifted back to sleep because when I opened my eyes, Hannah was inches away from my face. The room was darker.
She gently kissed me, "That was really nice. That was the first time I had an orgasm with a guy."
"Dr. Miller's class already paid off." I observed.
"Did you know I still have you inside me?" She whispered.
"Yes. Very nice." I rubbed her hips.
"The sun looks like it went down, given how dark it is getting in here."
I looked at my watch, "About twenty to five."
"We have twenty minutes before the cafeteria opens. Any suggestions?"
"I absolutely love being here with you." I admitted.
"Dan, you should know that I'm a pretty practical person. Do you have an extra towel?"
I nodded.
"Let's both go take a shower. That way we'll be clean for our actual masturbation exercises later. Then we can go have dinner. Maybe study a little, then masturbate for each other. You might need to recover."
"Okay," I smiled.
To be continued.
By Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.
