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Click hereThis is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people or events, is either purely co-incidental or because it is really based on actual events. However, in the latter case, I would never admit to it anyhow... ;).
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Chapter Two: On The Cafeteria Balcony.
"So, this is our one week anniversary," said Angela. I looked up at her, cocking my head to the side, sipping the last of my fruit punch.
"Um, anniversary?"
Even as I asked the question, my mind brought the memory of my "adventures" with her in the elevator last week Monday to mind.
The wind picked up a bit, sending a whiff of her pizza into my nostrils. It amazed me that she could eat it cold, but then again, it was a vegetarian pizza and she wasn't quite human.
"Yes, it was Monday, right? ... In the elevator -"
"Ah, yes! It was a week to the day." I smiled, thinking to myself:For a non-romantic couple, we sure do a lot of sexual stuff together... No wonder people think we're together, our energy field must be full of intimate, sexual warmth... .
It occurred to me that we should do something to celebrate, and I said so.
We discussed the logistics for a bit, and I moved next to her, backing the interior of the campus cafeteria. Then I angled my seat so that anyone inside couldn't see my penis directly through the glass doors. Over-looking the South coast, I gazed on the sea, ships in the port, traffic going down Spring Garden Highway...
And I pulled out my hard cock, holding it in my left hand, and stroking it casually.
"I think it's gotten bigger," I said.
She, however, was hardly paying attention; rather, glancing around to see if anyone was coming an d looking generally nervous.
I thought about asking her to hold it, but she'd never actually touched it before, and I didn't want to seem like the follower in our relationship. We'd settled on being independent companions, forming an "us-ness" which was greater than the sum of our individual parts, but it only worked because we were distant emotionally even when we were close physically.
Rather, I tried to put her mind at ease by causing her to focus:
"Look, do you think it's bigger? .... must be all the sex I've been having lately..."
She barely glanced at it, smiling slightly.
"Okay... I don't know," she said, shrugging, and mostly gazing over the railings, towards the coast.
After a few minutes, I started to feel my cock getting harder in my hands, and tried to get her involved in the build-up:
"Tell me something encouraging."
"Cum," she deadpanned in a monotone, half-closing her eyes and holding her face expressionless to imitate a robot. "Cum for me. .... Oh, cum for me."
I laughed, but I had her attention now, so I stoked fasted and moaned as if she really was turning me on. She seemed to loosed up a bit:
"Oh, yes, cum for me! Cum cum cum!"
She sounded like a cheer-leader now. I laughed some more but felt the pressure building within my "ejaculation system". I was tempted to slow down a bit and enjoy the sensation:
"It feels soooo good... I'm gonna stroke it fast and cum soon."
It occurred to me that I needed a safer place to cum than all over my hand and pants. Perverted minds think alike, and she asked:
"So, where are you gonna cum?"
"I was just thinking... either in my hanky... or should I cum on the floor..."
"...."
"I know, get that cup that I was drinking out of, the one with the ice still in it. That way I can drink it up chilled."
"Yeah, right. Like you'd drink your own cum."
She, however, uncovered the cup, and placed it by the head of my penis. I soon came, spurting my milky cum into the cup.
"Wow, it's so... much... ," she said.
"Well, I've been drinking a lot of barley," I explained.
"Oh, I see... I do that too... but I don't get this much cream when I cum."
"Well, you don't really drink enough water on the whole... and you blood glucose is most likely too high..."
"Um, it's still spurting."
"Yeah, I wish it would hurry up and stop so I can put it away; I suddenly feel exposed and like someone is going to come around the corner any minute."
She chuckled at the idea of use being caught, but I used my hanky to clean off excess seminal fluid from the head and then put away my penis. Somehow, I had lost the incentive to drink my cum, esp. when I saw it suspended in ice-water:
"Gee, that's gross."
"What are you talking about? It's yours!"
We walked to a garbage can, threw away the cup and our other containers, and went along to class...
--- The End (until Chapter 3).