Jason is about 6'3" and black as the night. He likes to wear gym clothes to class like almost every day so he walks into the lecture hall all the time in a tightish workout shirt and sweatpants. I can practically count his abs under his shirt and his arms are thick and strong—like he could lift a car or some shit, I have no idea. Especially on days when he wears grey sweatpants, I can definitely see the outline of his cock hanging down his pantleg. At least. My heart started racing.
My vision blurred around the edges. It was suddenly very VERY warm. I was suddenly hyper aware of my hair and outfit for the day first day I wore yoga pants and had my hair in the messiest of buns and basically looked like utter trash. I wanted him inside me so bad. But more than that, I wanted to go to the movies with him.
I wanted to meet his mom. I wanted to sleep in his bed. I wanted to be his. The first day of class he sat on the opposite side of the aisle in the lecture hall, except he was right in-between the professor and I. I had never heard his voice. The man is a God. BUT, of course, I have a boyfriend. In order to channel my unreasonable tortuous desire for this God of a man, I made this blog. My infatuation with all things BBC needs to be fed and you beautiful followers do an amazing job at that.
Over the course of the semester I have tried to discreetly find out as much about Jason as I can. He should be begging ME! Today was the last class meeting of my Wednesday lecture. I prayed all morning that he would show up for class. So I got up earlier than normal and picked out a super cute outfit: white shorts and a blue and white striped top that showed off plenty of cleavage. I curled my hair, put my tanning shimmer lotion on, did my makeup, and decided on a push-up bra to make the girls really pop. The outfit makes me look a little like a sexy tan sailor and I love it.
He was going to notice me today, goddammit. I got to class early and sat in my usual seat and did my best to come up with a plan.
My sisters soon followed. No time to talk to him at all. So now i needed a brand new plan. I sat through the whole stupid lecture and thought and thought and thought and no good plan ever came to me. I kept glancing over at Jason and seeing his beautiful skin and strong masculine body and my frustration was so high I could have burst into tears.
I was going to have to let him leave without getting a way to contact him again. Just my luck. I swallowed back tears of frustration. I still have a chance. The class ended and I had no plan at all. I legitimately saw no way out. I put my stuff in my bag as slowly as I possibly could, hoping all my sisters would go on without me.
I swallowed the lump of tears in my throat and smiled and talked with my sisters while we walked to the student union to have lunch. We got to the union and it was packed, just as it always is at lunch time when classes are in session. I got in line with a couple of my sisters at the pizza restaurant—they were talking a lot and I was seething on the inside.
Then, out of nowhere, interrupting my internal monologue of self-insults, some dumbass in front of us tried to toss a cup of marinara sauce to his friend behind me. The top on the marinara must have come off mid-toss because marinara sauce went all over the front of my blue and white striped top.
Some of it even got in my hair. The combined rage from this whole fucking waste of a day came out in one insane shriek. The cleanup was a nightmare. The sauce will probably not come out and there was absolutely nothing I could do in the bathroom to make it any better. I left the bathroom looking even worse than when I went in. As soon as I turned the corner from leaving the bathroom, I suddenly hit what felt like a giant wall. It took me a confused second before I realized that it was Jason.
My body started producing heat instantly. He stood me back up straight. I was so embarrassed. I looked at the floor and tried to mumble something about being sorry for not seeing him.
I was actually looking for you. But I always carry a tide pen in my backpack. His voice was so sexy—deep and smooth—and it woke me up to the fact that this was my chance. My heart was pounding. My vision was very fuzzy. I felt like my stomach was turning over and over inside me.
There was a dull machine-like hum in my ears. I was suddenly very aware of where my hands were and what I was doing with them. This was my favorite one. And it definitely did its job. Posts Likes Submit a post Archive. Until today. Recently Liked.