Going Down the Energy Well pt. 1 (M/F Oral)

Half this story is vaguely true...

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Case Western Reserve University is a high-priced private re-
search school in Cleveland. In many ways, being over half en-
gineering and science oriented, it's a meat grinding hell hole.
Classes are horrible, and the social opportunities are worse. Three
men for every two women students, counting the much better balanced
medical, law, and mostly female nursing schools. The average
science guy rarely has any contact with any of them.

Being a physicist, I had it worse than most. At Case there are
a number of women chemists and chemical engineers, and the bio-
logical science classes are probably about 50/50. But in the rare-
fied air of the advanced physics classes one finds at most four
women out of a couple dozen students. At least one of those is
often a married graduate student who doesn't speak english. Given
that and the prodigious loads of homework, getting out isn't usually
an option and a healthy, horny male faces forbidding odds.
I came back after nine months away from school to a different
set of classmates than before. The physics curriculum is pretty
linear so one stays with much the same group of people all the way
through. Unless one is in danger of flunking out and has to take
some time off in order to get his mind right. *ahem*

I wandered into the first day of PHYS 311, Classical Mechanics
and saw the typical class of junior Case physics students. Eighteen
men, three women. One of them was chatting along with the geekiest
group of guys and really didn't look or sound much different from
them. Another had a _huge_ diamond on her left hand, and was not
exacly 1995 Playmate of the Year Jenny McCarthy anyway. But over
toward the corner sat a tall, Irish-looking red haired woman who
looked alienated from the others and especially alienated from the
smarmy french guy next to her. Evidently the sneer is not a widely
used facial expression in France or he might have realized that he
was laying it on just a little thick.

I sat down next to her, but I couldn't think of a thing to say.
Then I noticed she was trying to read from a paper called "Beni-
ficence and Self-Love: A Kantian Perspective." The lady had other
interests than Newtonian physics.

"What do you think of the Categorical Imperitive?" I cocked my
thumb at her reading material.

Her nostrils widened a little and she scowled, "the whole idea
of universal morals is bogus crap. What's right for some guy in the
1700s can't possibly be what's right for me."

I made a good call and decided she'd like an argument. I picked
on her for being an ethical relativist for the few minutes before
the lecture started. Julie seemed to genuinely prefer that I be
confrontational--she certainly was.

It turned out that I'd known her boyfriend for some time, though
our previous friendship had faded. The boy was one of only a hand-
full of people I've known who're more arrogant than me. I couldn't
imagine what she saw in him, apart from that he knew how to dress
himself and always had lots of booze and cigarettes.

We became friends and began to meet and work on problem sets and
study for exams. Jules was in another of my classes, Quantum Mech-
anics, a badly taught excercise in higher math, so there were a lot
of late nights in the close quarters of my little single dorm room.
I knew she was attracted to me; she dropped subtle clues, profes-
sing admiration of my well-devolped social skills and smiling at me
at times for no apparent reason.

I was attracted to her as well. She was tall, with glowing
auburn-red hair (turned out that she dyed it, but it looked very
good on her). She had fair skin and a mysterious deep scar on the
back of her left hand and never wore jewelery that wasn't silver.
Her taste in clothes ran to nouveau punk, with little hints that she
might have a penchant for rough bedroom games.

We were nearly through with a tricky energy well problem one
night around 2:00 when I came back from the bathroom to find her
leaning back in my swivel chair, feet propped on my desk, trying to
relax a little. Our relationship had never lost that edge that
we'd given it by starting with an argument, and we'd been having a
testy, but not mean-spirited, exchange over the way to approach the
problem. Deciding to call a truce, I approached her from behind and
set my hands to work on her shoulders.

I found some knots in the muscles and went to work. She hummed,
almost purring, as some of the tension melted. "Is that good?" I
asked, knowing damn well it was.

"Mmmmm-hmmm," she stretched it out, making it sound as if she
were enjoying something chocolate.

I began to work my way down her back and said, "these long
muscles down the sides of your spine are pretty tight, but they're
stretched and hard for me to work on. Why don't you lie down for
me." I turned and patted my bed (I said it was close quarters,
didn't I?) invitingly.

I straddled her and sat on her butt. Julie was solidly built,
strong but soft. A big girl at about 5 foot 7 or 8. My knees snug
against her sides, I got down to business. The muscles at the top
of her back were bunched up and tense.

She smelled a little of perfume and tobacco. I don't smoke but
it didn't put me off. My CD changer switched to Orb's latest work,
Orbvs Terrarvm, a classic make-out disc of ambient music with super-
low gentle bass that washes through you like ocean waves.
After 20 or 30 minutes, I bent down close to her neck and made a
decision. My index finger snuck up the nape of her neck and very
lightly played with the wispy hairs there. I was rewarded with a
gasp as her buttocks clenched beneath my thighs and her hips
squirmed a little. I played there awhile, knowing what a turn-on
that ticklish little spot can be, then I moved my hands to her
trapezius and then to her deltoids, kneading the hard muscles under
her soft skin. I breathed softly on the back of her neck. My
fingers roamed around to the front of her shoulders and pressed
into her pectorals near their attatchments.

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To Be Continued

(damn 10k post limit...)

Jules raised her shoulders up off the bed a little, giving me
more room to work. I bent down still closer and blew just a little
cool air into her ear. My fingers had reached a point where the
flesh beneath her skin was no longer muscle. She was laying prone
and her breasts were pushed up high on her chest. I ran my finger
tips over the tops of them, using the fabric of her shirt to stim-
ulate her soft skin. Her breathing grew deeper and faster.

I moved my hands back up over her shoulders and all the way down
to her belt line, then around the sides of her hips and up her rib
cage, slowly. She propped herself up onto her elbows, inviting my
hands around front to play. Feeling ornery, I brushed up until I
found her underwires and then brought my hands around to her sides
again, bending down to touch the tip of my tongue to her ear. She
squirmed again, panting, and I squeezed her sides with my legs. I
caressed her sides again and moved my hands to cup her breasts.
Their heavy weight pressed into my hot palms and their fullness
overflowed my fingers. I squeezed them gently and she sighed,
sounding almost relieved.

I nibbled at her ear and tugged lightly on her earring with my
mouth. Her nipples hardened, and she turned over onto her back,
still trapped between my legs. Her smoky grey eyes smoldered and
she put her hands under my shirt, grabbing me by my sides and pul-
ling me down to face her. Her lips parted a little in the classic
"kiss me stupid" expression, so I did, gently at first but with
mounting passion.

I think my skill surprised her, because her eyes popped open for
a moment and her hands froze, a thumb and finger tugging at my
nipple. I pulled away a little at that but she quickly put a hand
to the back of my head, whispering, "c'mere..." She put a lot into
it, sucking at my bottom lip, nibbling my chin, fingers playing with
my ear lobe and chest. When I started to unbutton her shirt,
wanting badly to see and touch her milky soft breasts, she attacked
my neck with remarkable vigor, licking at the sensitive skin under
my jawline, sucking not quite hard enough to leave a mark. I got
the impression she was holding back all the same. In spite of her
complaints that Shawn wasn't giving her the attention and affection
she needed (and her almost forlorn admittance that she'd been using
me as a kind of substitute in that department), she wasn't ready to
leave evidence of her discontent. I decided not to argue, not
really liking to be visibly bruised the morning after.

As I finished the last of the buttons, I stretched my legs out
and lay beside her, our mouths locked together. I pushed her shirt
off her shoulders and she let go of my head just long enough to help
me get rid of mine. I nibbled a little at her breast through her
lacy green bra until she reached behind with one hand and popped the
clasp (how the hell do you do that?!), shrugging it off and onto the
growing pile of clothing on the floor. I pulled her to me and raked
my fingernails lightly up and down her spine, kissing like a sex-
starved fool all the while. Her back arched, pressing her chest to
mine. I sucked a bit of her neck into my mouth and strummed it a
little with my tongue.

I worked my way down her neck and to the nearly translucent skin
of her chest. I was exploring, slowly licking, nibbling, sucking,
and kissing, learning every inch of her. My right hand roamed with
a mind of its own, my fingers barely touching her skin. Her breasts
were young breasts, conical and firm, riding up and down with her
every breath. I enjoyed them for a minute or three, her fingers in
my hair.

Wanting more from her, I kissed and licked my way down her
belly, still kneading her breast with my hand. She seemed noncom-
mittal, so I started back up after nibbling the edge of her belly
button. But she made up her mind and pushed down on my head,
whispering, "please..."

I knelt between her legs and looked right into her eyes while I
unbuttoned her jeans and slowly moved the zipper down. I tugged
down at the top of them, and she obligingly lifted her hips as I
pulled her pants and green satin panties off.

Let it never be said that I don't know how to show a lady a good
time. Thinking of Prince, I licked her on the knee once then
stopped. She didn't beg, "please, please, please," but it didn't
get to me since she didn't know the song. I licked a long lick
right up the inside of her thigh, stopping frequently to nibble,
zeroing in on her hot center.

I looked up and hoarsely whispered, "I've wanted very badly to
do this for you, Jules. I think you're going to like it. A lot."
"Ooooohhhhhh," she breathed as I licked a zig-zag up the length
of her lips, getting used to her taste. I liked it. I lay down
prone between her legs, propped myself up on my elbows, and took it
upon myself that it be my duty to make this beautiful woman come
like she never came before.

I spent a few minutes gently exploring her, licking at her
thighs and belly, nibbling--oh, so softly--at her meaty outer lips.
I licked up and down her, slowly spreading her with my tongue. She
was very wet, and I eagerly lapped up her moisture. I worked my way
into her, taking her smooth inner lips between mine and tugging just
a bit. I ran my tongue lightly along her, dodging her clit for now.

She stiffened, so I did it a couple more times before moving on, not
wanting her to get too close to coming, or worse, to get bored.

I pushed the tip of my tongue into her, gauging her tightness.

My nose was right above her clitoris, so I took the opportunity to
exhale onto it before I took a deep breath of her essence. Deciding
the time was about right, I pursed my lips around her clitty and
gave a little suck on it. Her fingers curled up in my hair and her
hips rocked. I backed off, sucking on the edge of her, before get-
ting back to that spot for another try. She was getting pretty
close, but I wanted to prolong the buildup another minute or two.

I took renewed interest in her inside, but remembered to rub my
nose around her little button. Slick with her wetness, my lips
grappled with hers as her hips rolled beneath my mouth. My neck
was beginning to bother me, but I ignored it, thinking, "just a
little while longer..."

She was starting to vocalize now, and wave after wave seemed
to run the length of her body, as her hips rocked and her back
arched then straightened again and again. I kissed her clit, and
took the opportunity to look up. Her belly was just slightly
rounded, with a few soft hairs just below her belly button. Jules'
still had her hands on top of my head, so that her firm, full
breasts were pushed toward the center of her chest. I could just
see the bottom of her chin between them, her heaving breasts
rhythmically obscuring my view as she breathed.

Her cries had been very low, but were getting louder so I
reckoned it was time. I flicked her clit with my tongue, willing
her to explode. And explode she did, as all of her pent-up
frustrations with her so-called lover, her not-so-well-hidden at-
traction for me, and a healthy measure of raw lust came pouring
out of her in wave after wave after wave, little ones at first,
building to a crashing crescendo. Her cries grew deeper and
louder and longer as did her orgasm, and I was glad that I had
thought to soundproof the room when I had louder roommates.

She came down slowly, reluctantly. I licked and kissed at
her until her hands pulled me gradually away. I took my place
at her side and smiled, "will you respect me in the morning?"

She smiled back, a contented smile like one only smiles
after being eaten. "I think so." Her smile faded, "but I
don't know if I can respect myself."

I hugged her to me and stroked her hair until she fell to
sleep beside me.

Very solid and I think it was well told. It was fairly quick and to the point but you made it work. Please continue....

Wow! Sweet William..
An incredible story. I can't wait to see where this tender beginning goes in future chapters. Fantastic details and build up, your writing is great! When might we see more?
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