Designing Intimacy

Derek and I were the last two left in the darkroom. Everyone has gone home, but we stayed behind working on perfecting our prints for the final project due soon. We worked silently concentrating on the images appearing in the developing trays in the center of the room. Occasionally we would offer positive comments about each other’s work.

My concentration didn’t distract though the excitement I felt being alone with him. All semester long I’d eyed him wanting nothing more than to grab his dark, shaggy hair and make out with him. Every time he smiled at me all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him. As the semester progressed, I even started to imagine going down on him; what his reactions would be like; how he’d feel in my mouth.

Can we say oral fixation anyone?

We passed each other dozens of times, going in and out of the darkroom to check our prints in the brighter light. Eventually with our heads down, we bumped against each other dropping our trays.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologized, bending down to pick his up.
“S’ok,” I replied, reaching to get mine.

Squatting down we looked at each other and I got goosebumps as he held the gaze for a few extra seconds. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips.

He pulled back, a little startled.

“Oh Go–,” but I was stopped as he kissed me back.

His hand took the back of my head guiding us to stand up. He pushed me against the wall and pressed himself close against me clasping his hands on my hips. My hands went straight to his hair, my fingers running through it, just like I had imagined all semester long.

He was such an amazing kisser. Of course he was. It was just the perfect mixture of lip and tongue action and just making out with Derek was making me so wet.

Our hips were dancing rhythmically together and I moaned as I felt him growing hard against me. I wanted that in my mouth, so badly. My hand reached for his ass, pulling him in closer to me.

Derek’s lips left mine in response, moving lower to my neck. He undid the button of my pants and slipped his hand inside, brushing softly against my clit. I moaned , squeezing his firm bicep and spreading my legs slightly for him. His hand reached further down and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and clenched down and he slipped a second finger along side, all the while, never wavering his attention from my neck.

In that position my clit was rubbing perfectly against his palm. I was more than turned on and it wasn’t long before I was getting ready to cum.

“Harder,” I breathed in his ear.

He moaned in appreciation and got on his knees to get a better angle. He instantly hit my g-spot and I had to catch myself from screaming out.

“God, yes, right there,” I directed him.

I braced myself against the wall, my legs starting to go weak as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Oh God, fuck!” I whispered, trying to cum as quietly as possible. I slumped to the floor as my shaking subsided. He kissed me and fed me his fingers, fresh from my pussy, for me to lick off.

He got up and stood before me to undo his pants. He took his cock out and God it was beautiful. Tan, just like the rest of his skin, hard, and long. I got up on my knees, eager to take him in my mouth.

In one quick motion I swallowed him, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Oh shit,” he sighed, quivering.

I sucked hard on him, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue, and swirling the tip when I got to the top. I took long, deep strokes, pressing my nose against his pelvis taking him deep in my throat. He moaned and grunted as I blew him, leaning his weight against the wall to keep steady.

I wrapped my arms around his hips, keeping him deep in my mouth. I sucked harder, letting the spit collect, wanting to make him cum.

And soon my wish was granted.

He lightly grabbed my head as he groaned, “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft as I felt it pulsing, shooting his cum in my mouth.

“Holy Fuck, where’d you learn to do that?”

I gave a sly grin as he helped me stand up. We started kissing again; I just couldn’t get enough of that mouth.

We could’ve gone all night, but were interrupted when we heard the door open in the classroom. We broke apart and quickly put ourselves back together, picking up our print trays to get back to work where we left off.

“You live on campus, right?” he asked me.
“Uh huh.”
“We should do this again. Soon,” he said, adjusting himself.
“Oh yeah.”

We were joined then by our classmate who failed to notice (or mention) that the darkroom now reeked of sex.