Thursday, July 24, 2014

On Sex/Education (circa 1993)

California Raisins. Los Bukis (Mexican American Experience)

It just happened day, at the University.  I was wearing a skirt, we were at lunchtime. He has access to the University Video Viewing Rooms because he’s taking a biology course at the University and sometimes he has assignments he needs to complete.  He went to the counter checked out the VHS he had to watch for class and the librarian escorted us to an empty room, he waited until we couldn’t hear the clanking of her heals. He dug into his backpack and pulled out a video he brought from home, it was porn! Can you believe that?  He popped the cassette in, sat on a chair then sat me on his lap. The video was on mute but I could still see it in the women’s faces, their mouths like blowing bubbles and the guys with their strained looks, they were doing it hard. I felt his hand on my side, moving up my arm and then caressed my cheek and he turned me into him. I kissed his lips, fine lips like strawberries just lush and soft. We kissed for a long time with our tongues and everything. I actually like kissing him a lot, I don’t get grossed out like I sometimes did with my other boyfriends. It’s the lips, I think. And his moustache, like sweet and sour but hard and soft.  He then moved his other hand up my leg, I was nervous but curious to see what he was going to do. He touched in between my legs and said “Wow you’re so wet!” Not sure what he meant, I know the room was hot, I was super excited and maybe sweaty between my legs. My head got hotter and reached for his hand and held it there his fingers pressed against me wet.

Next thing I know I am against the door, where someone walking by can’t really see us through the window. He is down on his knees, one hand pulling my underwear to the side the other grabbing my butt pushing me into his face.  He kissed me, with this lips and his tongue he kissed me down there.  I was so scared that we'd get caught. But so wanting to keep doing it, let him kiss me like that. I didn’t pee. I know I didn’t pee but it felt strong like a gush down there. Like peeing but  I didn’t pee. Everything went quiet, I couldn’t scream he kept telling me “shhh, shhh it’s ok. Shhh they’ll hear us” I opened my eyes saw the video still playing, I shaped my mouth like blowing bubbles like those ladies and just breathed until I felt done, my legs felt like jelly and I had to push his head away. He ate me out he said.  When we walked back to class, he held my hand and he looked so happy. I was glad I forgot to put on biker shorts.

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