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"cum eating phone sex"Carrie – Story – “the beginning” part 2

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Buzz and I spent the summer going to yard sales, and tag sales, to get things for our new apartment at the University we were going to attend. It really was a lot of fun, we would start out early on a Saturday morning. Buzz had a big red pickup and we would take a cooler, and sandwiches, and spend the day bargain shopping, I really expected that our place would be the coolest, because we had access to all this great stuff.

I would get all worked up in the pickup, Buzz, seemed to become more handsome as the summer wore on. Our parents were all thrilled that we were talking about getting married, it seemed like it would be the perfect marriage. High school sweethearts, going off to college together, both families getting along so well.  The only problem seemed to me, that I was still a virgin, even my Mom did not expect that of me.

It was late August, I had taken to masturbating all the time. Any chance I could, you might say that I had become a chronic masturbator.  I would rush home, at any given moment, get out my toys, and play with my pussy. I could cum fast or slow, if I was in a rush, I could come in a few minutes, or I could prolong the pleasure and drag it out for hours. I loved playing with myself. I guess you could say I was becoming addicted to it.

I started not to care about having sex with Buzz. I bought myself a few sex toys, and hid them, I loved them so much, they gave me so much pleasure.  I thought everything was under control. I was not on edge anymore, I did not pressure Buzz, life was good.
That was until school opened.

I had come home early from class, the professor in my English class was a youngish guy that had the bluest eyes, I had been developing a crush on him. I had not even been in his class a week. All I could think about was kissing him, and as a result I would rush home, get out my toys and masturbate. I had this class two times a week. We were studying Shakespeare and with each lesson, he would become more romantic as he spoke about his works.  I would sit and squirm in my chair, and would have to rush back to the apartment for some relief.

Buzz of course was usually out until about 7 PM, he usually had late football practice, he was there on a scholarship and they really got their money’s worth out of him. I had the apartment all to myself, I put some music on, took a hot shower, and was lying in bed, and my vibrator was buzzing away between my legs. I must have been in the throws of cuming, as I did not hear Buzz, come into the room, (by the way, we slept in separate bedrooms). He looked at me, got very red in the face, and turned and walked out of the room.

I was caught red handed, pussy in hand, toy in hand, and now Buzz was not speaking to me. It was a pretty harsh sentence, but my dreamy English professor had gotten the better of me. All I could think of was kissing him, and maybe more. Buzz left the apartment to go walk off his mood, I got back on the bed, and finished masturbating, I just had to cum.

That was how it all started….
(check back for part 3)

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