Preparing For Tuesday’s Cunnilingus Class.

By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Story Recap

I’m

Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general

education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the

Chicago area. It’s a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an

English literature class and Dr. Martin's Sociology 369 Human Sexuality

course, for the second semester.

On

the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr.

Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes

or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative

assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report

on our experience.

Hannah,

a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner.

While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up

having sex.

Dinner

As I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.

She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?

"Twenty two."

"I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me."

"I thought it was wonderful."

Hannah

nodded, "I'm sure you did, but I'm not sure what happened. I had every

intention in the world of sitting there with you, reading until dinner.

And then." She averted her gaze, then looked back into my eyes, "Then I

just wanted you. I can't explain it. I've never started anything with a

guy before. It has always been the guy coming on to me."

"I

really didn't mind. It was definitely a gift. Guys often leave a gal

frustrated because they can’t work up the nerve to initiate things.

Especially when the gal is as gorgeous as you.”

Hannah

reached out and touched my hand, "Ah, thanks! Dan, it's okay. I guess

I'm just trying to understand my actions. It was so out of character for

me."

"Maybe you're comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?"

She

laughed, "Undoubtedly. You're a really nice guy." She released my hand,

"No, more than that. I know we just met, but I feel like you care about

me as a person. I just hope that by being the initiator, I haven't made

you not like me."

"Hannah,

I would never think that. You are self-confident, that's all. You’re

very respectful and sensitive. You weren’t pushy at all."

"See, that's the thing. I've never really been all that self-confident. Certainly not when it comes to sex."

"How much sex have you,” I stopped myself. “I’m sorry. That’s not polite for me to ask.”

"No,

I’m okay with talking to you about it. There was my date for the senior

prom. Spring semester freshman year I had a boyfriend for a couple of

weeks. Probably had sex two or three times with him. Sophomore year I

had sex a couple of more times. Once over the summer. Once with Jeff

last semester. Altogether, I've probably had sex less than ten times in

my entire life. Not counting Sterling.”

“Sterling?” I was puzzled.

“Sterling

is my chrome vibrator.” Hannah explained. “Until today, only Sterling

could reliably bring me to orgasms. Today was the first time someone not

named Sterling, gave me an orgasm. How about you?"

"I

wouldn't say that I'm promiscuous, but I've had sex a lot more than

that. It was always in a relationship. Let's see, I've been intimate

with five girlfriends. This was the first time I had sex with someone on

the first day I met them."

"Same here. I hope you didn't mind."

"Do

I in any way look like I didn’t have the time of my life? Not at all.

It was amazing. Maybe it was a desire to try out some of the things we

learned in class."

Hannah smiled, "Well you tried out something you learned. Did you rub my g spot?"

"Yeah. It was all wrinkly." I added. “Nothing like a good hands-on lab project.”

"I was already cumming and then that sent me into orbit. Holy shit." Hannah exclaimed.

"As an observer, that was pretty cool. I obviously ‘pressed your button’, right?” I gloated.