My First Semester at College Ch. 07

For Valentines day I used my Christmas money and got a motel room.

Byron had to work that day, so after I settled into my room I dressed up. I put on lots of eye make-up and dark red lip stick, and then put on a black, snap crotch, teddy, thigh high nylons, and black lace garters. Finally I covered myself with Lisa's overcoat. Then I went down to Byron's job. He worked in this grimy industrial place washing filters or something, and there were only a couple other employees in the building. One ran to get him and the other two that walked by just gawked at me. Finally Byron came out, all dirty, but I didn't care as I rushed to him and kissed him. Then I gave him the room key and told him the room number, and of course flashed him on my way out.

He wasn't supposed to be off until 9:00, so at 8:30 I'd eaten room service dinner and was laying on the bed in my outfit (sans the coat) watching skinamax, and absently touching myself when I heard a key at the door.

Byron walked in, and I thought his eyes would bug out. He laid the single red rose in his hand on the table near the door, and rushed over to me and bent to kiss me. He'd obviously showered before he left work, and he smelled intoxicating. I just laid there and let him ravage me until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I stood him up and removed his pants, while he shucked off his shirt. Without saying a word, I crouched down to remove the boxers, his hard cock grazing my cheek as I stood back up.

I scanned my eyes over Byron's nude figure. I think it made him a little uneasy, like he was on display, but I couldn't help myself. He was so perfect.

Then I dropped to my knees in front of him. Now at eye level with his huge dark cock, I took my hand and placed it on the shaft.

He was already hard as a rock!

"Mmm, yeah. Hold it like that," Byron said, as I wrapped my fingers around it.

"Now, stroke it slowly." Byron encouraged.

I'd actually planned on blowing him, but if he wanted a hand-job, I figured I'd give him one (for awhile). I began sliding my hand back and forth on the huge dark phallus. Byron sighed in obvious pleasure as I did.

"That's it," Byron groaned, as I rubbed my hand across the sensitive underside with every stroke. As I rubbed it, the precum that was now oozing from it coated my hand, making it slide easier. Byron's sighs turned to little moans whenever I touched the head.

I knew if I kept it up, and moved my hand just a little faster, he'd eventually blow his load. But I didn't want that to happen just yet! So I let go.

He smiled and stroked my hair. "That felt real good, baby!"

I blushed and grinned up at him slyly as I proceeded to give him what guys really want a girl to do in that position!

I reached out again and grasped his hard cock, and with a wink, stuck out my tongue and licked the entire length of it, starting at the base and moving up to the sensitive head. Byron watched, his eyes wide with wonder, as my tongue flicked across the tip, causing Byron to suck in a deep breath. Then, he watched in utter amazement as I opened my slutty painted mouth and swallowed about three inches of his thick, dark cock. My deep red stained lips stretched thin as my small mouth slid down the steely hard, black shaft. I'm sure he could see my cheeks suck in as I sucked hard. Then my cheek bulged wide as he pushed against the inside of my cheek. Byron gasped and closed his eyes, a low moan escaping his lips.

I continued my oral onslaught, for a few more minutes. Then I finally let him slip from my lips.

I looked at Byron's cock, now slick with saliva as well as his precum, then up at Byron's smiling face, then back to the cock in front of me. Taking a deep breath, I reached for it once more and moved my face closer to it. I watched as another drop of precum seeped from the small hole at the end. I moved my mouth down near the base of his shaft and stuck out my tongue, closing my eyes. I could feel it rubbing lightly along the side of my head as I tentatively licked it. My tongue touched the warm, hard flesh and I slowly licked along it's length until I came to the thick black/purple head again, where I paused.

I hesitated for another second, then licked the soft flesh of the tip. Byron shivered and gasped at my touch. His reaction gave me the incentive to keep going and I started flicking my tongue across it. I savored the taste of his precum, and kept going.

Next I opened my mouth and began to push the rock hard penis in. The warm, soft head slipped over my lips and Byron gasped in pleasure as it slid across my wet tongue. It felt very erotic. I took in as much of it as I could and began to use my tongue as I sucked. Byron moaned in obvious pleasure as my soft wet tongue caressed his sensitive cock inside my warm, wet mouth.

"Oh, shit, SuzEEE! That feels so good!," Byron gasped.

Encouraged by his words, I continued to suck on the throbbing member. I began alternating between deep, heavy sucks and light, teasing ones. I was really having fun! It felt so good to give him head, and my pussy was responding by soaking the still snapped closed crotch of my teddy, as I flexed my thighs.

After a few more minutes of this, Byron's breathing became shallow and his moans louder.

"You better stop. Unless you want a mouthful of cum!," he said.

Since that was exactly what I wanted, I just sucked harder as I stroked the underside of his cock with my tongue harder and kneaded his bloated balls to coax the cum out of his cock.

Soon he was spewing his sperm straight into my cum slut mouth. I gulped and gobbled it up, like a hungry nursing baby, and he just let me.

It was almost quarter after nine by this point, and we continued to make love until about 11:30, when Byron was too exhausted to go on. I had pity on him and let him nap and just snuggled up to him and relaxed. I was a little tired myself, and napped until about 1:15. Then I decided I better get my money's worth out of this room, so I woke Byron with a blow job. Once he fully woke up he pulled me onto him in a 69, and then made love to me from 1:30 AM to almost 5:00 AM.

I woke at 10:30 to the maid knocking on the door. We told her to come back later(someone forgot the "do not disturb" sign) and quickly gathered our clothes, dressed, grabbed my rose and checked out.

After taking me home, Byron went to his place to shower and grab his stuff for class.

I was on cloud 9, and could hardly focus during my classes that day.

Byron stopped by after work that night, as usual, and we were just laying in my bed, lazily making-out when there was a knock at my door. Thinking it was Lisa unable to find her key, I sent Byron to open the door. Instead it was his roommate. He said Byron's little brother had been trying to get a hold of him, and it was an emergency.

Byron asked if he could make a call from my room, which I of course said he could, even with him reminding me it was long distance.

The call was brief, and Byron looked like someone had just shot his dog.

He just sat on the edge of my bed, stunned and silent for the longest time.

I wanted to help him, but didn't know how, so I just hugged him.

Finally he began to talk, and then my world began to fall apart.

Byron's dad had been in an accident. He was drunk and drove into a pillar or something, and was in the hospital. He was in serious condition, but expected to recover. However, when he did he was going to jail for the DUI as it was not his first. Without him, the state was going to take Byron's little brothers and sisters into foster care.

I knew Byron couldn't let that happen, and I knew that meant I would lose him.

I just held him closer and began blubbering. I know it was selfish, and I had no right, and I'm sure that it probably made him feel worse, but I couldn't help it.

Neither of us had thoughts of sex as we just held each other until about midnight, when Lisa came home. Then Byron left and went to his place. I'd really have loved for him to stay, because I wanted to spend every moment possible with him before he inevitably left, but figured he needed alone time, so I let him go.

He stopped by to say good bye about 10:00 the next morning. He'd already quit his job, and talked to the school to get a leave of absence or something and to have his scholarship postponed until the fall.

He told me he'd try to come visit before the end of the year, and he'd call me as often as he could afford. I made him promise to call when he got home, so I knew he arrived safely, then he kissed me one last time, handed me a letter, and drove off.

I never saw him again.

The letter was really more of a short note, that just said how much he loved me, how he was already missing me, and how he'd be back before I knew it.

He called that night, and we called each other at least every other day after that. I did my best to remain up-beat and tell him everything was going to work out.

Boy was I ever wrong!

Less than three weeks after returning home, Byron got viral spinal meningitis, and 3 days later he was gone.

I found out when I got worried that I hadn't heard from him in almost two days and called his house. His little brother said he Byron was in the hospital, and the Dr. was telling them to "pull the plug". When I heard that I just broke down. (His dad gave them permission to do it the next day, before I could even get there to see him - bastard.)

Lisa tried to comfort me, but I was inconsolable.

When I found out Byron's family didn't even have enough money for a funeral, I sent them money from my college fund to at least cover his cremation. I spent most of the rest of my college money flying back for the funeral service.

Byron's brother, Gordon, tried to give me his mother's wedding ring after the memorial service. He said Byron had instructed him to get it so that Byron could give it to me. Gordon thought it was fitting that I get it, since I'd helped with the funeral. Hearing that just devastated me.

Of course, I refused. I told him to hang on to it, and give it to his own girl someday, between sobs.

A week later I took my own leave of absence from school. I ended up moving back home to live with my parents and working a series of temp jobs until the end of the summer. It was probably just as well, as my grades were pretty bad for that first semester and a half.

I think I ate a lot to deal with my loss. I'd gained at least another 20 lbs by the end of the summer.

I also really shut down sexually. Not only didn't I date anyone, I didn't even feel like masturbating more than 2-3 times the whole summer, and those times I felt sad because it reminded me of Byron.

In August I had been temping for the hospital doing filing. They seemed to like me, and they had a different position opening in their billing department. I applied, and got the job.

I never went back to school.