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 m********e 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. DinnerAs 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. "Observer? Dan, you did that to me. You were my lover. Come to think of it, you propped me up so you could screw me like that dildo in the film.” “I did.” I proudly admitted. “That was quite creative.” She marveled. “Thanks.” I grinned. We ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn’t the least bit awkward though. Hannah stopped eating, “Normally I would try to fill silence. I don’t feel like I have to. It’s like we’re two old married people that are completely comfortable with each other.” I stopped eating, “You’re right. I don’t know very much about you, but it’s like I’ve known you a long time.” She nodded and continued eating. Another minute of silence passed. I reached out and touched her hand, “Do you believe in fate?” “I haven’t given it much thought.” She wondered where this was going. “I mean, what are the odds that I would have to sit next to you, you would ask me to be your partner, and we would hit it off so well?” “Look it, Dan. I’m not a religious person. I’m sure there is a perfectly good probability that that would happen.” I nodded, “Okay, but the odds are not that high.” “That two random college students sitting next to one another would become friends, partners, and lovers? It think they are very high. That those two people would be you and me, that’s just the universe rolling the dice.” She squelched my sentimentality. She was right, but the thought was disappointing. I pulled my hand back. Hannah grabbed my hand, “Dan, I feel like I just burst a bubble on you.” “Yeah. Maybe. A little. I had the thought that maybe someone was looking out for us and;” “If it makes you feel any better, “ she interrupted; “I could very well be wrong. I agree that it is very cool that you sat down next to me. Whatever force in the universe made that happen, I’m very grateful. Done eating?” “Yeah.” The LibraryTo avoid temptation, we agreed to study together in the library. About nine we headed to Hannah’s room. The cold and wind had eased a bit, making it easier to talk. Once outside, Hannah took my hand, “How should we decide who goes first?” “I don’t have a problem going first.” Hannah laughed, “I’m kind of excited. I’ve never seen a guy get himself off.” “I guess that’s a reason Dr. Miller said we could have an observer.” I held the door for her when we got to her dorm. Inside her room I took off my jacket. Hannah stopped to watch me, “This feels very clinical again. Could I undress you?” “Sure.” Hannah came over to me and put her hands behind my neck, “Maybe some mood-setting would help too.” She went on tip-toe and kissed me, “Yes. That’s what we need.” She turned on her stereo. In a couple seconds, Simple Minds was playing ‘Don’t you Forget About Me’. She pulled me to her bed, sat down, and pulled me down with her, “Much better.” We lay side-by-side, exploring each other’s mouth. I finally pulled her on top of me so I could hold her ass cheeks. She seems to love having her ass caressed. After several minutes of necking I spoke into her mouth, “I think I’m ready.” “I feel something.” She said with a horny wink. Her mix tape was now playing Rick Astley, singing ‘Never Gunna Give You Up’. I’m guessing this was Hannah’s mood music for when she pleasured herself. But that was her business. I just decided to enjoy the moment. Hannah rolled off me and I stood up. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans, standing there in my partially tented boxers. “Ready?” She smiled and I let my boxers fall to my ankles, flipping them across the room with a flick of my foot. I slowly stroked my tumescent c**k. Hannah stood up, “I think I promised to let you see me naked to help get you aroused.” “You did.” I recalled. “Why don’t you sit on the bed and let me give you something to get aroused about.” I climbed up to the headboard and placed a pillow behind my back. Hannah began a little bump and grind strip tease. I pulled on my c**k to firm it up. By now her mix tape was playing Tears for Fears, singing ‘Everybody Wants To Rule the World’ with its sultry beat. She turned away from me and pulled her shirt off. She swiveled her jean-clad hips, then kicked off her shoes. Hannah loved to dance and it’s clear she was very good at it. Somehow her socks went flying. She stepped up onto the bed and stood above me, one leg on either side. She placed her hands on the wall to balance herself and then placed her foot on my c**k, “Let me rub that for you.” I wouldn’t call it rubbing, but she did move her foot up and down on my shaft. It wasn’t exactly effective and soon she was back standing on the floor. She turned away and dropped her jeans to the floor. Hannah flipped them aside with her foot, then climbed back up on the bed. Standing above me in her bra and panties was more arousing. She stepped forward so that her crotch was inches from my face. I leaned forward, pressed my nose into her crotch, and took a deep breath, “God, you smell good.” Her pheromones made a beeline to my c**k. Hannah stepped back on the floor and removed her bra and panties, “Sorry, I’m not very creative with a strip tease.” “I appreciate the creativity” I encouraged her. “Thanks. How about if I just stand here in all my nakedness?” “That works.” I was rock hard now and it was easy to stroke myself. I was thinking I needed some lube when Hannah crawled up on the bed and got very close to my c**k. She smiled, “I’m observing.” I laughed. Hannah ran her hand down my thigh, “Perhaps you should position yourself so that I can see your a*****e. I need to know if it contracts when you cum.” “Oh. Okay.” I slouched down at her headboard. I placed my feet so that my legs were spread out
