If there's any interest after this post, I'll post more of my past adventures. I'm celebrating my 10 years a slut-versary, so I have quite a few stories to share, but not sure if my writing will have an audience or not.

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So I was about 6 months into my 22nd year when I was invited to a get together for the local chat room on AdultFriendFinder. It was at a dive bar about a half hour away and friends of mine were going and encouraged me to come, mainly so I could meet a few people I'd been chatting with and get my face out there as I'd just joined. So I put myself together and showed up.

Now one of the other women had a friend who was interested in the whole crowd, but not interested in joining the site, and he'd come with the express intent of meeting one of the other women, who incidentally was jealous of me at this point (me, new, young, in my early 20s vs methed out 50something). The gentleman in question had a PhD in classics from an Ivy League university and my degree is in history. This guy was also fucking hot in the young awkward professor way, which is one of my complete weaknesses. MethedOut hadn't shown up yet and PhD was hanging out at the bar having a beer. I slid up next to him, ordered a drink, and struck up a conversation with him. We were chatting amicably for a few hours, and he kept my glass full. Like, I didn't stop for water full. So about three hours in, he was pleasantly buzzed and I was completely drunk. He'd been observing couples going in and out of the unisex bathroom all night and whispered in my ear he'd like a blowjob. Me, having never done anything like that, gamely said yes.

So he and I stumbled off our bar stools and thought we were entering the bathroom very nonchalantly. Later a friend would tell me I was very obviously sliding my hands into the front of PhD's pants. Midblowjob, someone came in and wolfwhistled and said we were giving the rest of the bar a great audio show, but someone needed to pee, so could we hurry it up. At this point, PhD noticed that the cream wasn't rising to the top of the group very fast and he was more than content with taking me home if that meant he got to finish his blowjob and possibly fuck me.

Since neither of us were in any shape to drive, we got a cab back to his place and we immediately got naked once we got inside. He threw me down onto his bed and spread my legs open, having his feast. I came a few times from his oral skills and when I sat up, my eyes wandered to Wheelock's Latin. If you're a Classics Nerd or ever needed to take Latin for any sort of advanced degree, you probably know Wheelock's Latin is the Gold Standard Latin course. One of my good friends tutored Latin and I spent many a night falling asleep staring down the Latin course in her room when we'd fall asleep studying at her place. Even me in my drunken state could discern it was Wheelock and instead of killing my drive, the intelligence level getting confirmed got me even more aroused. Eventually we passed out, and I woke up, without a hangover, slightly curious as to how I ended up where I was... PhD was still asleep, so I climbed over him and got dressed in last night's clothes, and started reading the Latin text to reminisce. Eventually PhD woke up and we got a cab back to pick up our cars... I never saw him again but I still have a fond memory of my first slut foray being with a kindred intellectual spirit.