Doubling my score

My junior year in college the first time I was in school started out poorly. I had been repeatedly ill the first two years, one semester with pneumonia and bronchitis, another semester with mono, and a third semester with a recurrence of bronchitis, and my latest set of courses were more than I could handle after my work had suffered so my first two years. Finally I decided I should take some time off to recuperate and earn some money so I could do better on my return and arranged to leave school in mid-November. Socially I had been very reserved while I was there, just busy as hell and worn out, and had managed to have one lover for a few months my second year, which lasted until she graduated, which meant I had had a total of three lovers. A couple of days before I was set to leave, I was walking back to my dorm room from the library--I had spent my two free weeks reading some old mysteries when I wasn?t taking care of travel plans and paperwork. It was a little after noon, and I was relaxing as I digested a small lunch I?d gotten on the way to the library. Someone called my name, and I looked up to see my friend Anna, a hot blonde history major who often had chatted with me, about to enter the door to her entryway.We had met the first time in line when registering for our second semester; she had been just ahead of me in line, and when our eyes met she smiled and said, ?Slowest line in town,? and I?d immediately contradicted her, ?No, the post office is longer,? and after that she seemed to enjoy the fact that I never just went along to get along (or to get in her pants or good graces) when chatting. ?So you?re leaving soon,? she said, and I nodded. ?Let me give you a goodbye drink,? she said, and I readily agreed. We went up to her room, which I had never been in before, and after she poured each of us a small glass of whiskey (yes, children, that was a more civilized time when 20-year-olds could legally buy liquor), we sat on the couch. She asked me about my travel plans and my future work plans, and then we listened to one of her albums (she already had an excellent jazz collection at age 20; I didn?t appreciate it enough then but envy her now) as we sipped our drinks. When it finished, she went to the record player and asked if I had any requests. ?What do you have?? ?Come take a look,? she said with a smile and led me by the hand to her albums. We looked through them as she told me about her favorites, and she settled on Hank Mobley?s Workout, which she?d just gotten recently and wanted to play for me since it was so good. She refreshed our drinks and sat down next to me, her left arm against my right, and leaned back with her eyes closed. After the first track, she said, ?Mmmm,? and I asked her how she learned about jazz. ?My parents.? After a second she added, ?My first lover.? Afraid of making a wrong move, I avoided the obvious line of questioning and asked, ?And who was his favorite?? She smiled to herself and said, ?It was either Bix Beiderbecke or Sun Ra.? ?I don?t know either,? which made her laugh. ?Good for you. If you said you loved them, I?d know you were lying.? A bit lost, I said, ?Okay, whatever,? and she laughed again and shook her head. ?No,? she continued, ?he was a big West Coast fan. Dave Brubeck and Chet Baker mostly.? ?What about you?? ?The Duke?s my man.? ?Ellington?? ?You?re not a complete square at least. Of course Ellington.? ?Who else?? ?Hard bop. The harder the better.? ?Like who?? She smiled, ?Like this guy. Lee Morgan too. And Dexter Gordon should serenade me some evening; I?d cook him breakfast.? We laughed and she put her head on my shoulder, so I lifted my arm and she put it over her shoulders and settled into my side. She asked me, ?How about your parents, what do they listen to?? ?A bunch of soft rock from the 60s and 70s. Makes my ears vomit, most of it, after hearing it all the time growing up. My mother likes country now, and not the good stuff. My father likes some classical. Surprising some of the stuff he recognizes, like Walter Piston.? ?Who?? ?American composer. Wrote a lot in the 40s and 50s. My father?s the only other person I?ve ever met who has even heard of him, and I only know that because he knew some music I was listening to. Strange.? She laughed. ?And what about your old girlfriends, what did they listen to?? ?First one liked classical, like me, and top 40. Second was a country and western cowgirl. Third didn?t really like music.? She sat up facing me, ?Didn?t like music? Didn?t like life, you mean. Bet she was frigid.? ?No, she was great.? She smiled knowingly almanbahis şikayet and said, ?I don?t believe you.? I shrugged and said, ?That?s fine.? She shook her head and sat back down next to me. We chatted more about music until the first side of the album ended. She went to turn it over and said, ?Pour us another one.?I did so and took hers to her as she stood in front of the record player. She looked me in the eye and raised her glass, ?Farewell. Have a safe trip and a bright future.? I said thank you and we clinked glasses, and after she took a sip she set it down and hugged me. I looked down at her and finally knew there was no chance of mistaking her intention and kissed her. She opened her lips as soon as mine touched hers and sucked my tongue into her mouth; as she devoured my mouth with her kisses, I let my hands roam over her torso. She pulled away and looked at me coyly, ?Come with me,? and led me to her bed behind a screen in the corner.We quickly undressed each other as we stood kissing, and she sat down on the bed and lay back. I knelt between her legs and kissed her light brown thatch, and as she gasped I began licking her lips. ?No, what? I haven?t washed, you don?t have to...,? she said, but I kept licking. ?It?s been a long morning, wait...? then after a couple of minutes she began to moan, ?Yes,? and soon came. I sat up between her knees and she relaxed; I pushed her knees apart again and said, ?I like seeing you, all of you.? She smiled and said, ?I have rubbers in my night stand. Wash your face so I can kiss you,? she added. When I came back from the sink, she had pulled out a condom. We kissed and played with each other?s body until I was fully hard and she rolled the condom over me and lay back. I regretfully left off playing with her breasts, which were a little small, firm, and beautiful, creamy white with pink nipples and aureoles, and slowly entered her. ?Yes,? she sighed and pulled me down to her. She kissed me deeply and soon lay beneath me with her head back, occasionally opening her green eyes to watch me working above her, then closing them with a gasp. After a couple of minutes I focused on the business at hand. I rocked fore and back inside her as she thrust up against me, moaning quietly as she built towards another climax, and after ten minutes she pulled me tight and groaned. I then quit holding back and rode her fast and hard but came just before she came again. I caught my breath for a minute as I took off the condom and then plunged back between her legs, licking her clit and running a finger inside of her; she climaxed hard and long in less than a minute and pulled me up beside her. She hesitated for a moment as I tried to kiss her, but quickly yielded and kissed me deeply. After a few minutes we lay holding each other and she asked, ?Was it good?? ?Very good.? ?Was I your best?? ?You?re a semi-finalist,? I said, grinning evilly, and she swatted my arm with a laugh and curled up closer to me. I leaned over to kiss her again, but she turned her mouth aside. ?Wipe your face.? I got up and washed quickly and came back as she got up to put on a new record, and she held out her arms and pulled me to her when I came back to bed. I kissed her and played with her breasts, and as I sucked on her nipples she ran her hands through my hair. Soon we started talking and she asked me about my other lovers. At one point she laughed and said, ?So she wasn?t frigid?? ?I told you she wasn?t. She even liked kissing me after I went down on her.? She laughed and I added, ?And she loved to go down on me all the time.? She shook her head, ?Sorry, not my scene.? ?Why sorry? She has her style, you have yours.? She smiled and looked at my cock. ?You?re almost ready, aren?t you?? ?Yes.? ?Lie down. It?s my turn.? She kissed me and stroked me as I played with her breasts until I was fully hard. She unwrapped another condom and put it on me, then crouched above me and lowered herself onto me. She rode me with a solid rhythm and quickly found the angles she liked best. She had another quick orgasm after ten minutes. She then got up and turned around and rode me with her left hand on my knee and her right hand on her clit until I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. We climaxed together and she lay back down beside me. We napped for a few minutes and then she bid me farewell. I asked, ?Can I see you tomorrow?? She shook her head and said, ?This is good-bye.? I nodded, kissed her farewell, and left. When I returned to my dorm room, I went for a quick shower and then looked at my to-do list. I had almanbahis canlı casino shipped off the last of all my big stuff the day before and only had personal belongings for the plane and school furniture left in y room. I had to return a few things I had borrowed from three of my friends, so I put them all in a bag and went around to say good-bye after dinner. After two hours I came to the last of my friends to visit, Lilly, a Taiwanese biology student. I knocked on her door and waited, and suddenly she said ?Hey? behind me. She wore a robe; her hair was in a towel and she had a few toiletries in a bag. ?Returning your records,? I said, and she unlocked the door and invited me in. We sat and chatted, and after fifteen minutes she got up to hang up her towel. Her hair was partly wet, shoulder-length and glossy black, and as she walked to the radiator to hand out her towel, she stepped over her cello, which she had out in the corner to practice (she was a cellist in the student orchestra).?Here,? she said, ?let me play something for you.? She had me sit on the edge of her bed and took the chair (she had a small room with little furniture; those were the only two places to sit), and she hiked up her robe almost to her hips and held the cello between her legs suggestively. She then played the solo part of the first movement of Elgar?s Cello Concerto as she stared into my eyes. I caught several wrong notes but made no sign, while she bit her lip each time. When she finished, she put the cello down beside the chair but left her robe hitched up. She was naked under her robe and almost fully exposed. She leaned back a little and kept looking me in the eyes, and I stood up, walked over to her, and pushed her robe further up to see all of her flushed lips and fairly thin patch of hair. She kissed me and whispered, ?Why didn?t you ever do this sooner?? ?Scared.? ?Silly, I?m not scary.? ?All real women are scary.? She laughed and swatted my chest lightly, ?Silly.? I kissed her and ran the fingertips of my right hand along the insides of her thighs, starting at her left knee and around to her right knee and back. In the middle of each pass my fingers passed through her pubic hair a little lower each time. After the fifth pass I started massaging her mount and worked my fingers down to her lips. She sucked my tongue harder and nibbled my lip, and then kissed along my jaw to my ear as my fingers spread her lips and worked inside her. I pulled away and held out my hands to her. She stood up and dropped her robe and helped me undress. She sat on the edge of the bed. I pushed her back and lay above her; she was hot and breathing fast. I kissed her deeply and squeezed and rubbed her small breasts as she moved rhythmically underneath me, and then I began kissing my way down her jaw to the side of her neck, then to her throat and down to her breasts. I had been running my fingertips leisurely along her slit, but now I pushed them firmly against her and began kissing down to her navel. I felt her rise onto her elbows and looked up to see her watching me. I kissed further down and soon reached her pubic hair. With a sigh and a chuckle because of my already-sore jaw, I looked up again and saw she was still watching me. I licked her clit and she blinked rapidly, and I began kissing it and licking her lips. She sighed and leaned back. I continued working her and within a minute she boiled over and screamed in pleasure as her pussy thrust hard against my face. I lay down beside her and said, ?You taste great.? ?I wondered if you?d actually do that.? ?I love doing that.? ?Why can?t Chinese men do that?? ?Sounds to me like you just have shitty taste in men.? She laughed and said, ?Maybe.? ?Or you just don?t do a good job training them.? She laughed again. ?You really like that?? ?Yes.? ?Why?? ?Well, I can feel everything as it happens. I like feeling a woman cum. And besides, a woman?ll do anything I ask afterwards.? She laughed and said, ?Maybe. What do you want me to do?? ?Whatever you want.? ?No, what do you want?? ?Return the favor?? ?Maybe.? I chuckled and lay down next to her and kissed her as she rubbed my cock. ?Aren?t you excited?? she asked. I wasn?t quite stupid enough to say I?d cum twice with another woman just a few hours before, so I just said, ?I?m a little tired. And depressed. Having to leave.? She frowned sympathetically and said, ?Maybe I will then. Will you like that?? ?You?ll be my friend forever.? ?I?m already your friend forever.? She sat up and stroked me. I rolled over onto my back as she leaned over almanbahis casino and kissed my cock. She closed her eyes and licked around it. After a few minutes I sat up and said, ?Here,? and pulled her around so we were 69ing. I held her hips and moved her pussy up and down across my lips to let my jaw rest a little. At the same time she stroked my shaft while sucking lightly on the head. Soon I told her I was close and she stroked faster. The first spurt pulled a coughing sound from her; the rest of my cum shot off all over her neck and chest. She lay down next to me and rubbed my cum over her breasts and laughed, ?It?ll make me grow.? I laughed too and she pulled a towel out from under the mattress. After she wiped off all my cum, she curled up on top of me and looked down at me. ?Good?? ?Great.? ?Did I make you happy?? ?Very happy.? ?Will you be able to do it again?? ?In a while.? ?Good,? she said, and I pulled up on her under her armpits until she was sitting up and then pulled on her hips until she got my intention and sat on my face. She grabbed my head with her right hand and steadied herself against the headboard with the other. I sucked quickly and she came after a couple of minutes, small and tight, and lay down next to me. ?You really like that,? she said, and I nodded. ?Why didn?t you try me earlier? I?d have said yes.? ?I was stupid.? ?Yes you were,? she said and kissed me. We lay there talking, and at one point she asked, ?Did you like my records?? ?Yes.? ?What did you think?? ?I?d say you really like crazy erotic music.? She had lent me, among other discs, recordings of Rimsky-Korsakoff?s Antar Suite and Franck?s Piano Quintet, and I was pretty sure the selection was intentional. She laughed, ?That?s why I lent them to you.? ?I?d heard them before.? ?Then why?d you borrow them?? ?Different recordings.? She laughed again, ?I figured you were sweet on me after you lent me the Chausson.? ?Yes, you read me right.? ?So I made a little hint.? ?And when I didn?t immediately take it...? ?I gave you a bigger hint.? She giggled, ?God, I felt like such a slut, but I wanted to know yes or no before you left.? Eventually I was hard again. She stroked and kissed me as I rubbed her lips, and when she was ready she reached under the mattress and pulled out a condom. ?What all do you have under your mattress?? I asked with a chuckle. ?My sex towel, my rubbers, like that.? ?Your sex towel?? ?What am I supposed to call it? ?Stud-muffin cum rag??? I laughed, ?I just meant it?s neat you automatically keep a towel there for sex.? ?Why shouldn?t I? I like sex.? ?Nothing wrong with it. It?s just...? ?Because I?m a Chinese girl?? she asked coyly. ?No, it?s just that...you never expect a woman will be exactly like she is.? She nodded, ?Ah, I see. Yeah, like I didn?t think you?d like eating pussy.? ?Well, I guess it?s the same.? I put on the condom and rose above her. She reached down and guided me in and held me as I stroked back and forth. The lovemaking lasted for about 20 minutes, during which she climaxed three times, the last time setting off my last orgasm of the day. I lay back exhausted, sore in several muscles besides my penis. She got up to turn out the light, then she pulled her sheet and blanket over us and we slept until dawn. When I woke up, I was hard again. She giggled and asked, ?Will you suck me again?? I arranged us side by side to 69 and started licking her with gusto; fortunately, my jaw was rested. She licked my head and stoked the shaft, and as she became more turned on she opened her mouth and took me as far inside as she could. Soon she lay back and pulled me above her. I held my self steady, knees bent so that she could take as much of me comfortably in her mouth as she wished. I sucked and licked her cunt vigorously, and she relaxed her jaw and pulled me inside. After a few minutes my body stiffened up and I spewed a small load into her mouth, probably four small but satisfying spurts, which she managed to swallow. I kept licking and running my fingers inside her until she came hard. ?I?m done for the day,? I said. ?You?ve drained me.? She chuckled and said ?Yay, me!?, and we laughed. We went for breakfast. When she left for class, she kissed me goodbye and told me to write. ?You don?t want me to come tonight?? I asked. ?No, we?ve said good-bye,? she said sadly. ?I?ll miss you.? I spent the morning visiting professors to say farewell and went back to my dorm room after lunch. Having nothing to do there, I walked around before dinner, and after dinner decided to relax and turn in early. I was considering taking a shower when someone knocked on my door. It was one of the women living in my entryway, Leah, a senior who had a reputation as somewhat devout, but who also had one of the most virtuoso grasps of obscene language I had ever heard.