Grad School Fling, Part 3 [MF]

[Part 1 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/952zab/grad_school_fling_mf/)

[Part 2 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95bkf2/grad_school_fling_part_2_mf/)

The rest of the residency developed a pattern. Lauren and I spent a lot of time together, talking between classes, hanging out during meals, and being generally close in the evenings while the students as a whole socialized and drank – but we also spent a lot of time alone, in my room. It wasn’t all sexual, with lots of talking and generally enjoying one another’s company, but every night ended with her fishing my cock out of my shorts and going down on me. Having sex was risky because of the thin walls and her difficulty in staying quiet, so she casually remarked “I can’t make noise when I’m choking on your cock…”

She truly loved giving head. She would let out soft moans and whimpers while she did it, closing her eyes, shuddering in abject pleasure, turning it into almost a religious experience. When I would cum, she would swallow every drop, saying “I can’t sleep without something in my belly.”

And so it went, until the last day….

It was the final day of academic work – most people would be leaving the residency that night. Others, like Lauren, who had to catch flights out, would stay the night and leave first thing. When the residency started I was planning to drive home, but I now had motive to stay one more night.

At lunch, Lauren sat down next to me and I immediately felt her hand on my leg under the table. Obscured by the tablecloth, her deft fingers moved to my crotch, and started rubbing my cock through my shorts. It didn’t take long to get me fully hard, and she started squeezing and massaging my erection, like she was trying to get me to cum in my pants. The table was full of people, and we all just kept casually conversing while Lauren was practically giving me a hand-job out of sight. Just when I felt like I was going to burst she whispered to me “I need to pee, and so do you.”

She got up from the table, excusing herself, and headed for the back hall where the restrooms were. It took me a few minutes to compose myself and adjust my shorts, so I wasn’t going to stand up and show off a tent pole, but as others started leaving I took the chance to get up and move without looking like I was obviously following Lauren. I walked to the Men’s room. I should note that this was a house, so while the bathrooms were marked Men and Women, they were basically a bathroom you would find in your own home (sans shower or tub), not a row of stalls or anything like that.

Lauren was sitting on the closed toilet, smirking. I locked the door behind me. “Took you long enough,” she muttered, pulling off her tank top, and sank to her knees in front of me. I pushed my shorts down, and she took my cock in both hands and started pumping. Teasing the very tip with her tongue, swirling it around, massaging the head with her lips while her hands did most of the work.

Given I had just spent the last half hour being teased, it only took her about a minute to get me off. I started cumming, and much to my surprise, she popped my cock out of her mouth and aimed it down at her body. I splashed thick ropes all over her chest, neck, and into her cleavage. She rubbed my cum into her skin like it was lotion while I just leaned against the sink, catching my breath. She stood up, her neck and chest shiny and sticky, and pulled her tank top back on. With a smile she just said, “I’m going to be late,” and left for her afternoon classes.

A couple of hours later she texted me: “Skip dinner.”

Instead of going to the dining room at 6:00, I went back to my room. Again, Lauren was already there, on my bed, her skirt up around her waist, her panties off, fingering herself. She didn’t even pause when I walked in, just smiling up at me as she moaned, “Building’s pretty much empty…” I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I stripped in a hurry and moved on top of her. We made out for a few minutes while she worked my cock with one hand to get me hard again. As soon as I was able she guided me to her pussy and I thrust forward. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, gasping and panting, trying her best to be quiet, whispering in my ear to urge me, “Fuck me daddy, I’m such a bad girl, fuck me!”

She was clinging to me in near-desperation as I fucked her. Her hips were bucking up against me with every thrust, and at one point she wound up biting my shoulder (hard enough to leave a bruise) to keep from crying out. When I said I was going to cum, she just held on tighter, making sure I couldn’t pull out. I let out a long groan as I filled her up again, shivering at the intensity of it.

After we finally came down, she said “I’m getting a ride with Cindy (her roommate) at 8. We’re staying at her house tonight, and she’s taking me to the airport in the morning.”

I was pretty sad – I was looking forward to our one last night together. She kissed me hard, then said, “Wanted plenty of good memories to take home with me… and besides… I’ll see you in the winter, right?”

I could only smile and nod.

We had two more residencies together, the winter and the following summer, before she graduated. There was a lot of fun to be had, both sexually and platonically, and we walked away being really good friends, but none of the experiences were as hot, intense, or frenzied as that first residency and those six days of Gone-Wild-Worthy encounters.

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