So I recently finished my graduate program (yay, I have a Master's degree now that will definitely come in handy in today's job market...) and my lack of future planning really bit me in the ass this time. I decided I didn't want to do more school but I also didn't have a job lined up immediately. My graduate supervisor offered to hire me as a research assistant for a few months while I look for another position. It's not ideal, I suppose he wants to wring a few more projects out of me and the pay is not much better than the stipend that grad students get, but it's a generous gesture and some money is better than no money. And unemployment is boring :( So I'm back working in the same lab for a few months.

Enter Sam (not his real name, but close enough). He's an international student from Iran visiting the university looking for supervisors to start his PhD. And so my professor tasks me with showing him around the lab and the department. It's a age-old tradition called "wining and dining" where you show hospitality to potential researchers in a bid to get them to join your group, and once they're trapped you can drop the facade and break out the whip. I'm only half joking. I should mention I'm not the most accomplished nor the most senior student, but I am the only woman, and I get called to be the hostess basically every time. Maybe it's sexist, but whatever, I like talking about my research and I get $40 to spend on lunch for both of us.

Sam turns out to be a super happy person. He's a few years older than me, he's been to the States but this is his first visit to Canada, and I'm showing him around our building: this is our student office a.k.a. the slave pen... these are our twenty-year old instruments that are broken more often than they work... okay we're outside now so watch out for the feral geese... and Sam was just eating up all of my lame jokes, and honestly his happiness and enthusiasm was making me very very flirty for some reason. And even though I made a promise to not mess around at work, while Sam was a student, he wasn't enrolled at the university (yet) and wasn't my student, and oh... I just really wanted to be bad and suck his cock. Damn it. Not really my normal type, he was tall and wide and kind of heavy, but I wanted him all the same.

I should have went home and took a really cold shower, but nope, we are back in the lab and I'm going through some of the research and projects that we have, much saucier than usual. I think I brushed my ass against his arm three separate times, and I was thinking to myself "You're so stupid when you're horny, what the fuck are you doing?" Sam noticed I was being weird, and he kind of got quiet and I was sad because I thought I missed my chance, but anyways we finished the tour.

Then Sam asked me if there was any good Asian food on campus that I could introduce to him. I told him there wasn't, but if we walked fifteen minutes we could find some. Also told him that my professor would be paying (which was a lie, $40 does not cover lunch and dinner for two in my city) so we could go together. I was totally willing to pay if it got me a second chance. I was that desperate. We split the bill for dinner in the end, and I did my best to keep up the heat, and Sam was very good at being professional but I saw he was actively trying to hide an erection at times. I supposed this meant he was still interested.

We walked back in the lab in the evening, and I'm thinking it's literally now or never. I told Sam I was super horny and I wanted to give him a blowjob. He wasn't exactly surprised and I could see the indecision on his face but I got him to put his hand on my bare chest inside my shirt while I rubbed his cock through his pants, and then it was easier to get him to follow me into one of the instrument rooms. Mission success... I locked the door, and proceeded to suck the life out of that dick. I'm kneeling in front of him and trying to stay quiet, and then I told Sam to grab my hair and he gathered a bunch of it in his hand as I slobbered all over him. I don't know why I was being so slutty for him. Sometimes I want to be a messy eater.

He was starting to get into a better rhythm, experimenting with thrusting a bit deeper and holding my head steady with his hands. I just held my mouth open and moaned and drooled. After a while I started to move again, sucking hard and bobbing my head back and forth. I had wrapped a hand around his dick and took him out of my mouth to take a break when I suddenly realized he was ejaculating. His first shot landed on my clothes and then I kind of bounced back up to try and cram him into my mouth again, doing my part to destroy the evidence of our hookup by swallowing the rest of his load.

I end up sitting on the floor, and Sam is leaning against the counter looking down at me and undergoing what I can only describe as the most visceral case of post-sex clarity. He's got this frozen stare on his face, and I'm thinking stupidly "Oh shit he's going to call the police on me", and you'd think I'd murdered someone he looked so distraught. He gets his pants and belt back on in a strange rhythm, it's like he's rushing but his movements are... dazed. And then Sam asks me if it's okay if he leaves first (I've never had anyone ask for permission to leave) and I say "Yeah of course dude. It's fine," and then I swear I almost added "I hope you liked the school."

"Thank you for today," and then he hustles to leave. No goodbye, just gathers his bag and walks out quickly. He's not being rude, I think he was just anxious to get out and pretend nothing had just happened. I did a dumb little wave at him, I was trying to be polite but I'm sure it looked ridiculous with me on the floor and my face still very wet and messy.

I went to clean up a bit in the bathroom. I'm feeling more guilty and anxious myself now, I didn't think either of us would get in trouble with the school if anyone found out, but I decided I didn't want to think about that tonight. Texted a friend and asked if I could come over for an hour or two. He offered me some wine and I drank enough to get a bit light-headed, and then I told him to fuck me until it hurt. Halfway through he left and came back with some rope and more lube, and oh okay it's that kind of session... let's just say I was glad he drove me home later.

Anyways. Next week I was planning to avoid the topic of Sam with my professor entirely, but then he mentions to me he got an email saying Sam was "thankful for the opportunity but ultimately chose [other school]"... Well there you go.

I laughed, HAHAHA maybe it's because we never have parking spots on campus, and definitely not because I came onto him, gave him a blowjob not ten metres from where we were standing and traumatized him and now he probably thinks all western girls are shameless harlots. No, actually it's just me. And I'm sorry you were unlucky enough to get me. You seemed like a passionate, dedicated scientist, and I sincerely hope you have a successful career ahead of you.

I wrote in the title that I caused Sam to change majors. This is not technically true, but the way departments separate their disciplines is a bit confusing and sometimes doesn't reflect your field of research, and when I saw where Sam was going I was like "He switched majors!" So I'm keeping it because I think it's funny to imagine that my oral skills could've been the reason for someone to dramatically change the course of their graduate education.