I spent my first year of undergrad at the University of Texas in Austin. First semester, my lab partner in Biology 1010 was a willowy raven-haired half-Native American girl named Malia.
She was smart, kind, exotic and sexy. She lived off campus and I lived in the dorms for scholarship kids so we would study in my room. After a couple of weeks of studying, we had become pretty close friends.
I was beginning to fall for her. She used to wear low rise boot cut jeans slung down on her hips over tank top bodysuits pulled up high so a tiny bit of skin showed. She had long legs and small but firm tits. I was pretty sure she felt the same. We shared personal stories about our pasts, talked about music, film, art and she shared her native culture with me.
She told me that her tribe had an exemption to possess marijuana (I don’t think this was true, but I believed it then, maybe because it was convenient). We would occasionally smoke in my dorm and after studying for our first exam she lit up a joint and we passed it.
My courage was up and my inhibitions down. I made my move. She was sitting on my bed, indian-style and I was at the chair near the desk. I put my hand on her knee and leaned to kiss her. She leaned in to me and put her hand on my chest.
She whispered to me, “I should have told you this earlier. I’m gay. I have a girlfriend. You are so sweet thought. I’m flattered. “
Ugh. I was crushed and humiliated. She was kind in the moment though. After that, she didn’t hesitate to bring up how embarrassed I must have been and how awkward the room was while we came down enough for her to drive home.
We became best friends.
About a month later I was sitting at my desk avoiding the paper I needed to write. Malia burst into my dorm room without knocking and flung herself on my bed.
“Andi broke up with me. I haven’t seen her in weeks since she went to Dallas and now she’s going to stay! Fuck her!”
I wasn’t sure what to say. We’d been meeting together a couple times a week to study biology since the beginning of the semester and she had been complaining about their relationship since she came out to me just after I made a move on her.
I ordered a pizza, we watched “The Breakfast Club” and did Cuervo shots until we fell asleep on my bed. At some point during the night she must have gotten up because she fell asleep in her clothes but woke up without her pants and wearing my old Redwings jersey. Her bra was hanging on my chair and her flannel was on the floor. I was still in the flimsy running shorts I was wearing the night before. I tried to get out of bed quietly to avoid disturbing her but she was already awake. I was still a little drunk when I rolled out of bed and stood up. To my embarrassment, I had a noticeable morning hard-on and I made a futile attempt to hide it when she said,
“Can I see it?”
“What? My dick?”
“Ya. I’ve never seen one up close before. I know you want to show me.”
She was right, but I also wanted to be respectful. She had become my best friend. She had a broken heart and I didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. I said,
“Okay, but only looking, no touching. I don’t want to do anything we’re going to regret when we’re sober.”
She sat up in my bed and watched intensely as I slowly lowered my shorts over my now-throbbing cock. I’m not very long but I’ve got decent girth. Maybe 6” long and 6” around. I used the band to pull my cock down and it sprung back up and I couldn’t resist making a “boooiiingg!!” Sounds as I pulled my shorts down just enough to expose my dick. She let out a polite laugh but she was concentrating on my cock.
I felt a little awkward just standing there with my dick out.
“Do you want me to, um, do anything?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, what do you normally do?”
“This is literally the first time I’ve ever had my junk out in front of my lesbian best friend. I’m not sure there is a normal here.”
“Well how do you touch it when you’re alone. Just, like pretend I’m not here.”
“Dude, I’ve thought about this happening like a hundred times, there’s no way to pretend you’re not here”.
“Just do your thing. I want to see. Please?” she pleaded.
I did my best. I started stroking my shaft slowly, eyes closed, thinking about the last time I was with a girl. It wasn’t gonna do it for me though. I had a gorgeous girl in front of me, but she was so untouchable she may as well have been on the other side of a glass window.
I opened my eyes to refocus and to my surprise, she had opened her legs slightly and her right hand was between her legs, rubbing herself over her black panties.
“Keep going. I like it”
I didn’t close my eyes this time. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing the closest thing I ever had to abs. We locked eyes for a minute. My grip tightened and my pace quickened. She continued to rub herself through the black cotton fabric and with her other hand she swiftly moved her panties aside and slipped her middle finger just barely into her slick pussy and began to slide it in and out in rhythm with her rubbing.
She looked down at herself for a brief second and the shifted her intense gaze back to my hand as I began stroking myself faster again. She started breathing harder as she increased her pace. I slowed my hand down just a little bit, taking long, full stokes and lingering at the head for just a second. I was close.
Almost as though she was reading my mind, she quickly slipped the jersey over her head and onto the floor in a single smooth motion. She returned her hand to her clit, this time sliding two fingers into her pussy with her other hand and tilting her hips forward to go just a half inch deeper. Her tits were perfect, larger than they looked when clothes and her smallish nipples were a dark brownish pink. She bounced in rhythm with her thrusting and I matched the pace of my strokes with hers.
I got on the bed, on my knees and shuffled towards her without easing up on my grip. I stopped about 9 inches from her. Our eyes met again and we held our gaze. She leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly.
“No touching.” I whispered to her.
She let out a barely audible moan and tilted her head back and closed her eyes as her body began to tense, she shook slightly as rhythmic waves of pleasure washed over her. I was getting nearly there with her now. Her deep breaths slowed and she opened her eyes again. She held out out her hand, barely an inch from my precum-slicked cock tip. Her beautiful tits were six inches from me but I couldn’t look anywhere but her dark brown eyes. I felt the first spasm and stroked faster. She opened her mouth again, in anticipation. The room went dark for a moment as I began to tense and release. A thick rope of cum shot onto her hand. The second one overshot her hand and splashed on her right nipple. The third spilled over her cupped hand and onto the bed beneath me. She caught every bit she could. My spasms subsided and my heavy breathing slowed. I was drained.
She looked at her hand and then up at me.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!”
“Fuck I don’t know. I didn’t know you were going to catch it! It usually ends up on my stomach or the shower floor”. (I know, gross).
She looked at her hand again.
“Don’t eat it!” I warned her. “No matter how good it looks. It tastes like fucking Clorox”.
“How the fuck do you know?”
“I get curious. Don’t judge me.”
We laughed and stumbled to the sink together. She rinsed her hands off and then put my jersey back on. We fell back into bed and slept another few hours. When I woke up I was sober, and she was gone. She left her bra, but kept my jersey.
I never got it back.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c3gr8h/oc_mf_university_lab_partner_watches_me_cum
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