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25/05/2011
I was a freshman at UWM, I hit it off with a guy in one of my classes. Just friends. My boyfriend (now my husband) was living in Florida at the time- a long way away from Wisconsin.
Steve, the guy from class, was handsome and very nice. He made me feel special. He went out of his way to compliment me and say all the right things whenever I saw him. I remember thinking that he seemed to know me more than I even knew myself- little did I know.
Our first get together out of class was a coffee-date at the library. At some point he began talking about sex. It was a fun conversation, not creepy. He was smart enough not to talk about his own sexual exploits. He casually asked about my own experiences. I'd had some in high school, but nothing I wanted to talk about. He quickly changed the subject.
I surprised myself. I liked talking about sex with him. it was exciting. I was disappointed we were off on another subject. I also realized that I was really turned-on. He seemed to know it too.
After some small talk, he reached over the table and squeezed my hand looking into my eyes smiling in a sort of cute devilish way. He asked if I wanted to play a game. I didn't have the faintest idea what kind of game he was talking about. Then he said, "spread your legs apart". My heart skipped a beat. Somehow I knew I was going to do it. Normally something like that would be that last thing in the world I would do. I was wearing a skirt. He looked at me steadily, still in a smiling nice way, and simply said. "do it." I spread them a little, a few inches. I don't know how he knew, but he said, "no, spread them farther apart, I want the other people in here see you."
There were quite a few people in the library. I remember looking at the other tables and realized that I could see people from the waist down at the higher studying tables like ours. I spread them farther apart and lowered my head as if I was studying and that I didn't realize what I was doing. My face must have been bright red. I felt like I had a fever. He took his hand away and said he would be right back. As he was standing up, he said, a little to loudly for me, "keep your legs spread while I'm gone."
It seemed like forever before he came back . He reached over the table and lifted my chin up and told me he liked my undies and that he thought that white panties were the sexiest because they were the most noticeable. Almost right away he grabbed my hand again and said, "spread your legs so far apart that everyone here will know you're doing it on purpose." God, I did it. I knew there must have be wet spot on my crotch. He said, "keep your legs apart and look up, I want you meet the eyes of anyone who is looking at you". I was practically squirming by that time. I was also tremendously embarrassed, but I did make eye contact with several people who quickly looked away. A group of guys who were laughing together just stared back, but not at my eyes.
A little while later, Steve said, "pull the back of your skirt up so it's not between your ass and the chair." I didn't care who was watching, I just did it. He told me to "stay that way" while he got some cokes. When he came back he told me we were going to the parking lot. As I was about to get up, he said, "wipe your chair off with the napkin." He seemed to be waving one around like a flag. I stood up and did a quick wipe, but he said, "no, wipe it really well and bend way over while you're doing it, I'll tell you when to stop." He then walked around the table and grabbed my hand like a little girl's and practically pulled me out of the library.
He didn't have a car but he knew that I'd taken my dad's that night. He led me to it, still holding my hand like I was a kid. Ween we got in, the first thing he said was, "suck my cock like a slut". I sort of leaned over and unzipped his pants. He said, "no, like a slut". I didn't know what he meant and looked confused. He said that "a slut suck a cock with her ass up in the air." UWM is a major university with lots, and lots, of people coming and going in the evening. I just did it, got up on my knees in the drivers seat which faced a walkway. He told me to "pull my slut-panties down and lift my skirt up in back." I did it. I knew from the footsteps that I was on display out there. It took him a long time to come, and when he did he came a lot. He cupped it in his hand and wiped it all over my skirt, my legs, my blouse, and my hair. Then he simply said to drive him back to his dorm.
All he said when he got out of the car was "good girl," just like he would if he was talking to a seven year old. He closed the door and walked away but that wasn’t our last “date.”
It wasn’t until about a year later that I told my husband. I didn’t tell him everything, but enough I guess. His reaction was amazing. He said he was proud of me! He then said he wanted me to get in touch with Steve again and do whatever Steve told me to do! He said that I was to tell him everything that happened, every detail.
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Steve, the guy from class, was handsome and very nice. He made me feel special. He went out of his way to compliment me and say all the right things whenever I saw him. I remember thinking that he seemed to know me more than I even knew myself- little did I know.
Our first get together out of class was a coffee-date at the library. At some point he began talking about sex. It was a fun conversation, not creepy. He was smart enough not to talk about his own sexual exploits. He casually asked about my own experiences. I'd had some in high school, but nothing I wanted to talk about. He quickly changed the subject.
I surprised myself. I liked talking about sex with him. it was exciting. I was disappointed we were off on another subject. I also realized that I was really turned-on. He seemed to know it too.
After some small talk, he reached over the table and squeezed my hand looking into my eyes smiling in a sort of cute devilish way. He asked if I wanted to play a game. I didn't have the faintest idea what kind of game he was talking about. Then he said, "spread your legs apart". My heart skipped a beat. Somehow I knew I was going to do it. Normally something like that would be that last thing in the world I would do. I was wearing a skirt. He looked at me steadily, still in a smiling nice way, and simply said. "do it." I spread them a little, a few inches. I don't know how he knew, but he said, "no, spread them farther apart, I want the other people in here see you."
There were quite a few people in the library. I remember looking at the other tables and realized that I could see people from the waist down at the higher studying tables like ours. I spread them farther apart and lowered my head as if I was studying and that I didn't realize what I was doing. My face must have been bright red. I felt like I had a fever. He took his hand away and said he would be right back. As he was standing up, he said, a little to loudly for me, "keep your legs spread while I'm gone."
It seemed like forever before he came back . He reached over the table and lifted my chin up and told me he liked my undies and that he thought that white panties were the sexiest because they were the most noticeable. Almost right away he grabbed my hand again and said, "spread your legs so far apart that everyone here will know you're doing it on purpose." God, I did it. I knew there must have be wet spot on my crotch. He said, "keep your legs apart and look up, I want you meet the eyes of anyone who is looking at you". I was practically squirming by that time. I was also tremendously embarrassed, but I did make eye contact with several people who quickly looked away. A group of guys who were laughing together just stared back, but not at my eyes.
A little while later, Steve said, "pull the back of your skirt up so it's not between your ass and the chair." I didn't care who was watching, I just did it. He told me to "stay that way" while he got some cokes. When he came back he told me we were going to the parking lot. As I was about to get up, he said, "wipe your chair off with the napkin." He seemed to be waving one around like a flag. I stood up and did a quick wipe, but he said, "no, wipe it really well and bend way over while you're doing it, I'll tell you when to stop." He then walked around the table and grabbed my hand like a little girl's and practically pulled me out of the library.
He didn't have a car but he knew that I'd taken my dad's that night. He led me to it, still holding my hand like I was a kid. Ween we got in, the first thing he said was, "suck my cock like a slut". I sort of leaned over and unzipped his pants. He said, "no, like a slut". I didn't know what he meant and looked confused. He said that "a slut suck a cock with her ass up in the air." UWM is a major university with lots, and lots, of people coming and going in the evening. I just did it, got up on my knees in the drivers seat which faced a walkway. He told me to "pull my slut-panties down and lift my skirt up in back." I did it. I knew from the footsteps that I was on display out there. It took him a long time to come, and when he did he came a lot. He cupped it in his hand and wiped it all over my skirt, my legs, my blouse, and my hair. Then he simply said to drive him back to his dorm.
All he said when he got out of the car was "good girl," just like he would if he was talking to a seven year old. He closed the door and walked away but that wasn’t our last “date.”
It wasn’t until about a year later that I told my husband. I didn’t tell him everything, but enough I guess. His reaction was amazing. He said he was proud of me! He then said he wanted me to get in touch with Steve again and do whatever Steve told me to do! He said that I was to tell him everything that happened, every detail.
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Jeanie