The Slow Blow

Every once in a while in life, an opportunity to change someone’s life comes along that you know you have to take, consequences be damned. This story is one of those times.

I went to a college that was undergraduate only. However, occasional classes – especially first year classes – still needed TAs, so they pulled from the ranks of upperclassmen that had done particularly well. My TA, as it turned out, was particularly cute.

His name was Sam. Being a music class, it made sense they grabbed one of the best pianists at the college to TA once a week. He was razor-sharp smart and immensely passionate in addition to tall and thin. He had the kind of drive and humor that made you want to learn, and was sensitive enough to always seem to know which students were struggling and just how to help. It didn’t hurt he always wore nice button-downs with the sleeves rolled up and slacks that fit just right. That, and he had a smile that just made my chest flutter. I had a massive crush, but he had a girlfriend. So, my fingers would have to make do while I imagined his hands on my body.

Every winter at my school, they host something called the President’s ball. It’s the fanciest event all year, and I was going with some of my friends from class. I didn’t do much makeup since guys seem to love my freckles, dark eyebrows, and cute smile. I did sort out my messy hair into a nice down-do though, and I put on a black dress. It didn’t fit the way it should – I’d put on some pounds my freshman year that went straight to my butt and (already substantial) breasts, but it still made me feel sexy.

Of course it didn’t take long to spot Sam at the dance, but I was a bit surprised to see him by himself. This was *the* event of the year for couples. He looked handsome in his blue suit, so I worked up the courage to talk to him. I asked him where his girlfriend was, and he explained she was working on a paper due next week. I knew she was a bit of a weird one, but that seemed extreme – I asked him if everything really was okay, to which he answered yes. I asked if he wanted to dance with me a bit, to which he smiled and agreed. I couldn’t help but smile back the biggest I had in a long time.

Now, being the classy event this was, the music was actually a live big band playing jazz standards. Being the nerdy school we were, we had a swing dance club who, naturally, made sure everyone at the dance knew the basics steps. They made the rounds over to us. At first Sam hesitated, but I convinced him to learn the steps with me. It turned out we were both dismally bad, so soon we were giggling like little children about bruised toes and flailing arms.

The dance wore on, and his buddies eventually left with their own girlfriends, and the folks from my class were starting to dribble out too. To my surprise, he asked if I wanted to get a late-night snack at the campus cafe with him. I never nodded so vigorously in my life. But as we walked over through the cool quiet night, I could tell something was eating at him, however much he didn’t want to admit it.

Halfway through the walk, I spoke up. “Hey, thanks for dancing with me tonight, Sam. I had a lot of fun.”

He smiled, hands still firmly thrust into his pockets. “Good. I’m glad.” He paused. “I did too, Lena.” Even in the dim lights lining the cobblestone sidewalks, his hung head was plain to see.

I reached out a hand and put it on his back. The intimacy felt right after we’d danced the night away. I reassured him in a soft voice. “You don’t have to tell me anything, but you sure seem like you’ve got something to say.”

We came to a stop. “I guess I’m just sad Julia didn’t want to come tonight,” he said. “It’s just so frustrating she won’t make time for me.”

I wasn’t totally sure where to go with this. Part of me wanted to pounce on the opportunity to drive them apart and take Sam for myself, but that felt wrong. So I attempted a joke. “Well, I guess that’s what you have to put up with for all the hot sex I’m sure you guys have.” I laughed, and he laughed, but then turned quiet again.

“I suppose it would be worth it if we did have hot sex.”

I turned to him, genuinely incredulous. “You’re saying it’s bad?”

“I’m saying we don’t have sex,” he replied matter-of-fact.

My brow furrowed. “Surely you do… other stuff?”

“Nope.”

There was a long pause as I absorbed the information. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “Sorry, that was too much, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head wide-eyed. “No, not at all. You can tell me whatever you want.” I paused, and continued the conversation. “Is she religious, or what is it?”

“No, not religious. Just doesn’t seem to want to. It’s not like she’s asexual though, either – I think – she seems to appreciate the occasional make-out sesh.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Man, that’s weird. Now I’m just as confused as you are.”

We walked again a spell in silent consideration. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with that. We’d had animated talks before about music and class, but this was a whole other frontier. And usually the kind you cross into with your bro friends, not a girl you thought was cute. I definitely didn’t get vibes that he was trying to hit on me, just that he needed a friend. In a way, that was so much worse – I couldn’t help my brain from turning to thoughts of helping him out, burying his mind in comforting pleasure he so obviously needed. I could feel my own excitement building as we absentmindedly passed the cafe and found ourselves in front of his dorm. I could feel hope against hope boiling in my chest.

I put on my cutest smile. “Maybe you’d like some company and tea? I’d be happy to chat for a while, if you’d like.” I wondered if he could tell my plans didn’t include tea. He took a moment, then agreed. In my head, I was already undressing him.

It was a short journey up the stairs and to the back of the dormitory. He let me into his single, which boasted a nice view out over the campus green. It was sparsely decorated, but shockingly clean and good-smelling for a college dorm room. He started the water kettle to heat while I finally took off my heels.

“How come you two haven’t broken up?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I really do love her. She works so hard for what she wants, it makes me want to work just as hard. To be a better person.” He answered.

I took his hand, his long fingers far larger than mine. We had held hands while dancing, but this was so much more intimate. “Don’t you think she should work hard for you?” I looked up to his face, my eyes not wavering from the eye contact.

“I guess…” He swallowed.

“You’re already an amazing person, Sam,” I said. “You deserve someone who wants you more than anything else. Who’s there when you need her, and gives herself to you as fully as you do her.” I placed a hand on his chest. I could feel the strength of his chest, and his heart beating underneath.

He sighed, looking like he was about ready to weep. I don’t think he was ready for such a truth bomb about his love life. I had heard a little bit about his last girlfriend and the abusive hot mess she was, so maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised that any reasonable relationship felt good. He finally spoke, his voice warbling, “Sorry…”

I couldn’t help myself any more. I went up on tiptoe, and pressed my lips against his. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t bear to see him like this, and I wanted him for myself so badly. When he didn’t back away, I kissed him again, letting some of the moisture between my lips pass to his. When I backed off, he looked at me with complete surprise.

“Why would you be sorry?” Both my hands wrapped around him under his suit jacket, feeling the pleasant, slender strength of his midsection. “A relationship should have deep affection and intimacy, don’t you think?”

“Love is separate from sex for lots of people,” he said.

“That’s true,” I agree with a nice smile. “But you want sex, right?”

He paused, finally understanding the fullness of where I was going. “We can’t do this, Lena. I’m dating Julia.”

I smiled as I pressed my body up against him. There was no hiding his burgeoning excitement pressing against my thigh. “Then break up with her tomorrow.”

I slid the jacket off his shoulders, and pushed him against the wall. This time, my lips pressed needfully against his. I untucked his shirt and my hands were sliding up against his skin in seconds. I was immediately flush with excitement head to toe that I was taking the man I’d been craving all semester, but as his hand slipped into my hair my mind was gone.

My tongue pressed into his mouth, and he made a noise. Clearly he’d never encountered a woman who wanted him as aggressively as I did, which only turned me on more. I could hardly wait to have my way with him. Our tongues entwined, and I could barely help but sigh contentment. But finally, I knew I needed to slow down. I needed to enjoy this. More than that – I needed him to enjoy this. If he was as starved as I feared, he could pop at any moment, and that simply wouldn’t do.

So, the kisses slowed as I unbuttoned his shirt. He shuddered as my hands crossed his chest. I looked down, nuzzling his face, and noticed his nipples had puffed up at my touch. I let a finger experimentally circle around one, then tickle his side under the armpit. He practically whimpered. I couldn’t help but laugh – this was going to be even more fun than I thought. I looked up straight into his eyes as I let my fingers graze his nipple. “Is that good?” He gave a shaky nod. I grinned.

I started kissing my way down his neck, my other hand stroking his face. I made an extended pit stop to kiss his smooth chest, my tongue inching ever closer to his other nipple. I thoroughly enjoyed his body jolting and bucking as I licked it and took it into my mouth. But that’s not where I was headed. So, I kept going until a belt and pants were in my way. I made quick work undoing those, and resituated myself with knees on the floor, a pillow hastily grabbed from the bed to make the position more comfortable. I looked back up at his face and smiled with eyes wide. He was defenseless.

At last, I was face to face with my prize, and it was so much more magnificent than I could have possibly imagined. With his pants around his ankles now, I was staring at a beautiful, perfect seven inches of cock – maybe more with how hard he was getting now he’d surrendered to his needs. It glistened with precum from the excitement. I looked back up with a big grin. “Wow… Julia’s really missing out.”

His face and chest were bright red from breathless arousal, but he still managed to reply. “I think I’ve been the one missing out. How did I miss how amazing you are?”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet…” I grinned as I took the perfect specimen of manhood into my hands. A gentle stroke along the length of the underside, and I was rewarded with an incredible, sonorous man-groan and flailing cock twitch. One hand gently cupped his balls, and the other eased back the foreskin to reveal the head of his cock, and his face contorted in total pleasure. I let my fingers spread out the wetness on his tip, carefully massaging the edges and underside until it was flaring in my hand. I deftly slipped off the straps of my dress with my other hand and freed my boobs, giving him a view of something I knew many men on campus salivated after.

But I wasn’t done. Oh no. I looked up to him, half doubled-over in pleasure, as I opened my lips. I let my eyes widen with a smile – a particularly cute look for my freckled face. He swore, anticipating my next move. I flicked my tongue out, and made a move towards his cock, but stopped short. He cried out. I grinned deviously, slowly caressing his cock from tip to base. “I thought you didn’t want to do this?”

“Fuck,” he replied, much to my satisfaction.

“Do you want me to show you how you should be treated?”

“Yes,” he panted.

“Do you want to be beautifully, painfully, intimate with me?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“YEES!” He yelled. It took a moment to realize what he’d agreed to.

By the time he had, my tongue had already slipped onto the sensitive underside of his cock. I could feel his legs quake as I moved up, bit by bit, leaving a trail of my saliva. I let the very tip of my tongue tickle the frenulum, then I pushed against it harder, wriggling in place. I swirled the head, tasting just how aroused he was by the flavor of what leaked out the tip. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him in my mouth.

I looked up again, only now realizing I was playing with one of my own nipples. It was hard and sensitive. I gasped realizing how good it felt, and noticing the absurd warm wet between my legs. I chuckled, and gave a moan for good show, then it was time. I kissed the very tip. Then again, but more deeply. I made sure he was watching, and at last I slipped the head into my mouth, engulfing it in my mouth. Hearing his trembling groan sent my sopping pussy into overdrive.

I started slow and shallow, working up spit and saliva until I could slip up and down the head with buttery, silken smoothness. I teased him with my tongue, and carefully fondled his balls, cooing softly. I steadily started bobbing down his cock. I was so wet, feeling his cock flex needily inside my mouth. I was stealing him away from his woman through the power of my mouth, and I loved every second of it.
Finally, I hit the point where the head of his penis was tickling the back of my throat. Had I been feeling more brave, I might have pushed it further, but I could already tell he was getting close. I steadily bobbed up and down for a while, waggling my tongue along the underside. I slowed down more and more the closer and closer he got, judging by how ragged his breath was. Eventually I had to stop bobbing, and just lick his tip over and over until that even became too much.

At last, I broke contact. As I stood up, I slipped my dress and panties all the way off, exposing my full body to him. I sat him on the bed, still heaving from all the excitement. I climbed on top, and kissed him again. I put a hand between my own legs, to find I was absolutely positively soaking wet. I started playing with my own clit. Immediately the pleasure welled up in my belly, causing me to moan. I looked down at him. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, you know.”

He smiled back. “Sorry I made you wait.”

“I think I can forgive you.” I laughed. Then, I eyed his cock, inches away from my sopping opening. I felt a fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. I needed it in me in a way I never thought possible. I lined myself up, and as I bore down, it almost felt like I sucked it into me.

We lasted seconds. All I remember is yelling out as his abs contracted to push into me. Waves of clenched heat washing across my body as I finished on top of him. The sticky slick wet of our lovemaking dripping down the inside of my thighs after. He was mine.

Like I said – I changed someone’s life that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pmj9mi/the_slow_blow