Oral sex is Jimmy Love's passion. He's a self-proclaimed cunny-licker. Follow him as he splays women's legs and spreads joy throughout womanhood. This is the story of Jimmy's time at Stanford Univ. and his third sexual relationship with his dream girls best friend, Diana, Diana's has heard all about Jimmy's oral sex exploits and can't wait to sample his extraordinary tongue
When I stepped out of the Uber onto the Stanford campus, I took a deep breath and smiled. It was a beautiful, sunny day and I would see Lydia again in five short days. I lifted up the handle of my wheeled suitcase and headed for my dorm. As I started to roll the suitcase up the front stairs of the dormitory building, delicious Diana appeared, looking extra good in short shorts, wedge heel sandals and a scrimmage shirt. Diana a fellow cheerleader and Lydia's best friend at school had hung out with us on and off campus. I even kissed her once, before Lydia and I became intimate.
"Hi Jimmy L-o-v-e," she said in a semi-seductive tone, "Do you need help with that suitcase."
I must have been a sight with my eyes and mouth wide open because the scrimmage shirt she wore was so short that in my position six stairs below her, I could not only see her nipples, sexily tenting the shirt's fabric, the bottoms of her shapely, tan breasts were tantalizingly visible below the edge of her scrimmage shirt.
I really didn't want to move. I just wanted to take in Diana' fabulous breasts, but I swallowed and forced myself to answer. "Hi Diana. You look fantastic."
She smiled. "Thank you." Her tongue slid across her top lip and then she added, "You look good, too."
Lydia's words bounced around in my brain. "You should, she digs you". "What brings you here so early?"
My brow rose. "Me?"
"Ah-huh. Lydia made me promise to give this letter to you the minute I saw you."
Finally something interrupted my fixation with Diana's breasts. "What?"
She held out an envelope. "She asked me to deliver this letter to you. It's important."
I yanked the envelope from her hand and after ripping it open, pulled the contents out and began to read.
The corners of my lips curled upward. Smiling, I glanced at Diana. "She broke up with him."
Diana frowned. "Don't get too excited, Love. Keep reading."
My gaze returned to the letter.
As a tear welled in my eye, I glanced up at Diana. "You're going to be my roommate?"
Her beautiful face wore a concerned look. "If it’s all right with you."
"I would like that."
Diana smiled. "Good."
I glanced back at Lydia's letter.
Diana hustled down the stairs and wrapped a comforting arm around me as a tear meandered down my cheek. Diana, bless her heart, snuggled close, hugging me and kissing my neck and cheek.
Sniffling, I balled up the letter and flung it away as if it were toxic.
Diana retrieved it. "We don't want anyone reading your personal mail." She took my hand and led me up the stairs. "Come let's get you inside, out of public view and into the privacy of our room."
"Lydia say's she's sick."
"I know. She's cured from the disease, but she's weak and needs lots of rest. Don't worry, Baby, I plan to make up for her absence."
A couple minutes later we were in dorm room 202, where I'd spent the whole last school year with Lydia. I sat on the lower bed and looked up at Diana. Once again Diana's beautiful rack drew my gaze. "Lydia says you like me."
She smiled. She had a wonderful smile. "I do. I like you very much. Can I get you anything?"
"Not right now, I'm letting all this sink in."
"Well, if you want anything, anything at all, just ask."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." She giggled. "What are roommates for?"
"You being my roommate…is it like some kind of consolation prize for me?"
She tittered and shook her head. "Absolutely not. I have to be somebody's roommate and you would be my first choice."