When I was younger and at university I was a bit more adventurous than perhaps I am now.

I was at a party one night and there were all of the different courses in our department celebrating the end of exams. I saw a guy from another course standing alone looking rather melancholy. He was a bit nerdy, a bit chubby, and looked like he was having the most awkward time trying to focus on the drink he was clutching. I’m 5’1”, ginger, and quite petite and I get a fair bit of attention (both wanted and unwanted). I’d recently broken up with my gf (bisexuality is a joy) and I decided I was going to have some fun with him. Not at his expense. I’d talked to him on a field trip once when we were staying in a remote part of the country and he was an absolute sweetheart. Nervous but funny and a gentle soul.

I walked up to him and started chatting, well, at him and he was blushing. I started to flirt with him, brushing his arm, laughing at his jokes (which was easy as he was funny). I asked if he was seeing anyone and he just laughed and shook his head like “duh”. I told him not to be so hard on himself. I asked him if he wanted to join me outside for a cigarette. He told me he didn’t smoke and I told him I didn’t either. I’m smooth, right? lol He blushed harder than ever and I led him by the hand out of the building and round the side to some privacy. I stood on my tip toes and kissed him, pushing him against the wall. He was over half a foot taller than me. He was clumsy kissing me at first and I told him to relax. We wandered over to the halls of residence next the dept., where I stayed. He was so nervous and I told him that he was welcome to come up to mine but nothing that he didn’t want to happen was going to happen.

I pushed him on my single bed and straddled him, asked him if he was OK and took my top and bra off. He did a cartoonish gulp as he looked at my lovely pale tits (honestly not an egomaniac). I kissed him more and started to grind on him. He stammered at me to stop, so I hopped off him and asked if he was ok. I managed to gather that he almost came in his trousers. I told him we’d take it slower and I asked him to undress. He was chubby but solid. Strong-looking. And Christ almighty he had the biggest cock. It was rigid and dripping. I was stunned and he looked bashful. All I could say was “well done” and “can I?” whilst motioning toward it. I could get my hand all the way round it as I started to stroke he was whimpering with pleasure and shaking a little bit. I managed to get his cockhead in my mouth and he blew a huge, and I mean massive, load almost instantly. I made sure to make big positive noises as I swallowed it down so his embarrassment didn’t ruin his orgasm and I sucked and stroked til he stopped twitching and shooting. He was very red and I interrupted him saying “if you’re thinking of apologising, don’t. You clearly needed that and it was lovey. Climb into bed with me and cuddle me.”

We snuggled up and chatted til we fell asleep. What a sweetheart.