Dear Diary,
Yesterday was a really good an amazing day. Mona is a little… enthusiastic, I think is the best word, but in a good way. After our visit to the library last night, she told me she’d meet me tomorrow with some papers though? I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I’m curious to see what she’s cooking up. Today should be a pretty normal day otherwise, though I have a bunch of classes to get to and-
“Hey there Timothy!”
I nearly faceplant into my diary as Mona appears from nowhere by my side without warning.
“Gyah! Don’t do that!”
“Don’t do what?” She beams, scooting next to me on the bench so that her hip touches mine.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“I wasn’t sneaking!” She protests, sticking her tongue out at me. “I was walking, and you were too busy with your nose in that diary of yours to notice. That’s not my fault!”
I rub the back of my head, knowing she’s probably right. My heart is still racing at a hundred miles an hour though. I look around, but no one in the cafeteria seems to have noticed anything strange.
“So, you got your breakfast for the day?” She gestures to my empty plate and I nod. “That’s good. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all. I haven’t had mine yet though.”
“Well you’d better hurry. They’re closing in ten minutes.”
“Oh I know. But I don’t really like the breakfast here. Hey, you’ve got a half-hour or so until your first class, right? C’mon with me and I’ll get my girl breakfast on the way.”
“Um… ok, I guess? What’s ‘girl breakfast’?”
“Oh, you don’t know about girl breakfast?” She gives me a look that makes me feel like I’ve missed some key information along the way somewhere. “Don’t you worry, Timothy, I’m going to educate you this morning!”
She pulls me up out of my chair with a smile and turns to lead me out of the cafeteria. I drop my plate off at one of the collection trays on the way, trying not to stare at the way her butt twitches in the short black skirt she’s wearing today. I swear she must have eyes in the back of her head though– every time I glance down at her she sways her hips a little more than usual.
Needless to say I’m happy to leave the cafeteria and the mob of students behind– nothing would be worse than popping a boner in front of a hundred of my classmates.
Mona walks briskly through the cool morning air. I expect her to turn toward the big coffee shop on the corner, but she walks right past it and into one of the parking lots on campus.
“Um, are we eating breakfast off campus? You know I have class soon, right?”
“I know! Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Timothy, you’ll be on time, I promise. You might have to hustle a bit to get there, but I think you won’t mind.”
“Right…”
“There she is!” Mona exclaims, gesturing grandly to a matte grey two-door sedan sitting in spot 107. There are a few rust stains on the passenger side and I see a half-dozen of the cheap gas station air fresheners hanging from the rearview mirror.
“Your car?” I guess tentatively.
“Timothy, meet Roxy. Roxy, Timothy.”
“You named your car Roxy?”
“Yeah, after that one song by The Police? You know: ‘Roooooxanne!’” She makes a show of crooning the note like a rockstar.
I laugh, still not entirely sure if she’s joking or not.
“You know that song’s about a prostitute, right?” I ask, trying to get a read on her.
“Mhmm. And Roxy here is a real whore, always guzzling gas and throwing belts and cutting her engine off at red lights for no reason.” She slaps the car playfully on the trunk. “Aren’t you baby?”
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have her smack my ass like that…
“So anyway, climb in.”
She unlocks the side door with her key and opens it grandly for me. Roxy’s interior is clean enough, though it’s clear the car has seen more than one owner before. The cloth running along the ceiling is stained with old cigarette smoke, the smell of which still lingers slightly.
“So, uh, where are we going?”
“We’re not going anywhere, silly.” Mona says as she slides into the driver’s seat. “I just needed a place where people wouldn’t start screaming when I did this.”
Her hands move to the waistband of my jeans, unbuckling my belt in one smooth motion and unzipping me in another.
“Mona!” I hiss. “We’re in public!”
“We were in public last night too, Timothy,” she purrs. “And I don’t remember hearing you complain when you ate my pussy so good that I saw stars, then fucked me so hard that I’m pretty sure it made the building shake. I’m still feeling it by the way, a deep ache in between my legs…”
I blush, my cock stiffening at the image she conjures. “Yeah, but…”
“Look around. There’s no one here.”
I do, craning my neck in a full circle and seeing that she’s right. All the spots in this part of the lot are full with people already on their way to class. I see a few shapes in the distance as people who had to park further out walk down the paths to main campus, but they’re so far away that there’s no way they’ll notice anything.
“Satisfied?” Mona breathes in my ear. Her breasts press against my arm through the fabric of her top. I can feel the outline of one of her nipples grazing my skin.
“I- I guess so.”
“Good,” she hums, her fingers going back to work and fishing my cock out of my boxers. “Now, I’m hungry. Let me get my breakfast, ok?”
I nod, and she winks at me happily before lowering her lips to my crotch. Her breath is hot on my skin for just a moment before her mouth takes me inside. She moans with approval, tasting the bit of precum that has already leaked out of me.
She pulls away, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. “Did you enjoy watching my ass as we walked over here?”
“I-” I try to respond, but she’s already sucking me back in, that tongue of hers working magic on the underside of my shaft. “Oh God yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” She doesn’t bother to take her mouth off of me as she says it this time and her words are muffled as a result. The fact that it’s my cock muffling them makes it incredibly erotic. Down and down she goes, until I feel myself passing into her throat. Even then she doesn’t stop– if she’s supposed to have a gag reflex, apparently no one bothered to tell her.
Her hands tug at my pants and I lift my hips to let her pull them down further, rewarded by the feeling of her fingers running across my testicles, adding a new layer of sensation to what already feels like one of the most pleasurable experiences that I’ve ever had. Even as unprepared as I was for her oral assault I feel myself starting to tense up, my toes curling in my shoes as her tongue swirls around my shaft like she genuinely can’t get enough of me.
When she adds her second hand to the mix, pumping the base of my shaft as her mouth works the tip, I know I’m a goner. Still I try to hold out, if only because I want to keep feeling this, to keep living in this world where this amazing, beautiful woman is milking me dry. Mona’s noises fill the car now, wet half-gags that turn Roxy’s insides into a cacophony of lewdness.
As much as I try to resist, she knows just what to do to me. She hums with approval as my hand clutches her shoulder, holding on for dear life as my cock spasms again and again, each pump filling her mouth with more fresh cum. She takes it all, down to the final drop. Her lips seal around my shaft like my seed is precious liquid and she is determined to get every last ounce of it.
Only when I’ve finished twitching does she run her tongue once more over my cockhead, a move that sends a new shiver down my spine that starts from the ultra-sensitive head of my shaft.
She pulls away, opening her mouth to show me her prize before swallowing it, locking eyes with me the whole time.
If I hadn’t just cum, I’d be rock hard again. Even so I feel my cock twitching, wanting more.
“All gone!” She says brightly, giving me a wink. “Thank you for the delicious breakfast, Timothy.”
“Holy… shit…” I gasp. She smiles, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“I just love it when I make you curse,” she whispers in my ear.
“Now,” she sits back in the driver’s seat, suddenly brisk and businesslike. “I told you last night I’d have some papers for you– here they are.”
She reaches into the backseat, pulling a manilla envelope from amid a pile of textbooks and clothes.
“Have a look over these and let me know what you think when we meet up for dinner tonight.”
“Huh? Dinner?”
“Mhmmm! You were just about to ask me out to dinner, weren’t you?”
My jaw drops open, but when I see the hungry look she gives me, there’s no way I’m about to say no.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” I tell her, and once again she beams at me.
“Excellent! Now, you’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on! See you tonight!”
She practically shoves me out of the car and I hear her giggle as I turn back toward campus, dazed, confused, and walking with a slight limp from where my cock is still half-erect in my pants.
All in all, one of the best starts to a day I’ve ever had.
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