DiscoBiscuit
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*God I'm glad this is in sexuality and mature topics*
One time, when I was studying at Cambridge over the summer before my senior year of High School, and I met a girl who was also studying there.
This isn't like oh I met her, and fell for her yadda yadda yadda.
This is like, we were both kind of trashed at some dance thing the school was having and we caught each other's eyes across the room.
I went over, and we started talking.
Long story short, she thinks we should go somewhere private and I'm inclined to agree.
I'm 17 and only have a vague idea of whats supposed to go on once we reach "somewhere private".
Turns out, somewhere private meant in the alcove under one of the sets of stairs that led up to the second floor where the party was.
Well, we get down there, and immediately I start making out with her thinking I'm some stud. She sticks her hand down my pants, and I immediately realize that I'm not the stud here.
Well things progress, and the act is nearing completion when I realize that this is as far as I've ever gotten, don't really know what I'm supposed to do about the fact that I'm about to launch a viscous liquid everywhere.
This fact unfortunately approaches quicker than I had anticipated, and I managed to cum up this poor girl's nose, in her eye's and in her hair.
She flipped shit and ran in the bathroom.
It was getting late and I didn't want anyone to find me down there, so I bailed.
One time, when I was studying at Cambridge over the summer before my senior year of High School, and I met a girl who was also studying there.
This isn't like oh I met her, and fell for her yadda yadda yadda.
This is like, we were both kind of trashed at some dance thing the school was having and we caught each other's eyes across the room.
I went over, and we started talking.
Long story short, she thinks we should go somewhere private and I'm inclined to agree.
I'm 17 and only have a vague idea of whats supposed to go on once we reach "somewhere private".
Turns out, somewhere private meant in the alcove under one of the sets of stairs that led up to the second floor where the party was.
Well, we get down there, and immediately I start making out with her thinking I'm some stud. She sticks her hand down my pants, and I immediately realize that I'm not the stud here.
Well things progress, and the act is nearing completion when I realize that this is as far as I've ever gotten, don't really know what I'm supposed to do about the fact that I'm about to launch a viscous liquid everywhere.
This fact unfortunately approaches quicker than I had anticipated, and I managed to cum up this poor girl's nose, in her eye's and in her hair.
She flipped shit and ran in the bathroom.
It was getting late and I didn't want anyone to find me down there, so I bailed.
