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Oliver September 28
Sometimes I wonder if I put too much detail in these entries. Granted, the details concerning dialogue might be a bit off, and I might add my own bias (this is my journal after all), but I try to make sure that I can get as much information in as possible. Then there is an occasion like this, when details fail to completely capture the moment, but you need to write down as much as possible so you will never forget. Hell, there are a lot of things that have happened that I can’t forget, but I forget the details, what made it unforgettable. To think, I don’t even indulge in mind-altering drugs which may end up destroying vital brain cels which store such memories, but I end up forgetting things anyway.
I met Oliver in my Classical Mythology class. He was a classics major, ever-obsessed with the good old days of empire and conquest. Perhaps it was the Brit in him, as he would often say to me. We would have conversations about the mythology, since it was the little bit of Classical Civilization that I could remember. Of course, we often talked about the amorous exploits of the gods and goddesses. I would have been uncomfortable with such an up-front approach to sex. Even though I was often like that, it unnerved me a little whenever I met guys as forward. Maybe it was that soothing British accent, or maybe it was because I was a bit enamored with him, but it seemed perfectly natural to talk about sex with him. I just don’t think that the people in the library where we often studied approved of our conversations, or our impressions of the gods and goddesses during the throes of coitus.
One day, he invited me to his apartment to study for a midterm. I was a bit hesitant due to my parents’ constant warnings about meeting males in their private residences. Still, I was entirely trusting of Oliver, perhaps a fault of mine since I’m a sucker for a British accent. That, and he had this warm, well…buttery is the only adjective I can think of to describe his smile, except that his teeth were not yellow as butter or crooked as per the stereotype. But sometimes, in our discussions, or even in class, he could be absolutely snarky. There was this sort of gleam that would get into his steel-grey eyes from beneath his floppy brown hair, as if he was saying “You left your knickers in my flat last night.” Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t see him direct the same gaze at other girls in the class.
I figured that even if things were going to go where my darkest suspicions led to, it could be quite an adventure. So, I allowed him to write down his address…on my knee.
“Hello, luv,” I heard his muffled voice behind the door, wondering how ridiculous I looked through the distorting peephole.
“Hi, I brought my notes,” which was probably the silliest thing güvenilir bahis I could say. Perhaps I was just reassuring myself that we were going to study…and do nothing else.
“Good, let’s get started,” he motioned to his couch, which was next to a coffee table covered in notebooks, textbooks, and a rather interesting nude sculpture of who I presumed to be Venus.
I sat down, looking around the apartment. It was rather well-decorated for a college student’s, with shelves filled with books and sculptures and other objects of art. There were posters on the walls of various ruins. It was good to know that he was into his studies. I wondered where he had gone to when I turned around and saw him in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of red wine.
“I don’t know about you, but my studying ability is generally impeded by alcohol. Then again, I don’t generally bring my books to keggers,” I joked.
“Well, I happen to find that the opposite is true. I know that you are technically underaged, but I won’t tell if you won’t,” ah, the snarky bastard had returned.
“How do I know that you didn’t slip something into the wine like Circe did to Odysseus’s men?” I asked, shrewdly examining the glass.
“It’s not like I’m a goddess who lives on some island looking to ensnare men and turn them into swine, now am I?” his lips curled into a smile to match the glint in his eyes, “Now, perhaps you’re just making accusations based on your subconscious desires.”
“Since when are you a psychology major?” I swirled the wine in its glass and smelled it, “Besides, it wouldn’t take much to turn men into swine, considering some of the displays I have been witness to.”
“How about this as a display of faith,” he took my glass, brushing his fingertips against the back of my hand, and took a sip, “See, no pink ears, no curly tail.”
“Yes, but I see another sort of tail showing,” I couldn’t help but laugh when he looked down, as if thinking that I had made some sort of double entendre, but I couldn’t torture him that much, “Soft, but bristly. Never trust anyone with the tail of a fox.”
“What was that from?” he asked.
“I just made it up,” I took a sip from the wineglass in his hand, gathered my books and walked to the door, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe that I shall continue studying…alone.”
“Wait a minute,” to my surprise, I actually paused at the door, “Turn around.”
I looked at him, feeling slightly uneasy. Perhaps he had slipped something into the drink after all. He sat on the couch, steel-grey eyes examining me, cutting into me like a scalpel.
“Take off your clothes,” his voice barely whispered, eyes locked on mine.
“I…” what was wrong with me? I couldn’t turn around and open the door like I should have. Instead, I put down my books and started türkçe bahis unbuttoning my denim dress.
“Very nice,” the scalpel-steel of his eyes sliced me from my eyes down the length of my body.
The cool air in the room caused my nipples to pucker. I shivered slightly, realizing that it was probably a bad idea to go braless that day.
“All of your clothes,” he gestured at my red panties.
“I can’t do this,” I choked.
“But you want it, don’t you?” he stood up and walked over to me, his footsteps pounding in my ears, “You knew very well what would happen if you met me here today, yet you came anyway, prepared, no less.”
Damnit, he had found the condoms in my pockets. I hated it when I couldn’t talk my way out of a potentially bad situation. Still, I couldn’t see any bad in this situation other than the fact that I would probably never see Oliver again after such an encounter. Snarky bastard.
“Seeing you like that, defiant, but then tamed…”
“You haven’t tamed me,” I found my voice again as he went to his knees.
“Indeed…and that is why I wish to worship you…Oh goddess!” I couldn’t believe it. A guy who I was attracted to beyond all reason was at my feet, worshipping me.
Oliver started by slipping off my sandals, kissing the tops of my feet and then my ankles. I had the one thought that would probably cross any girl’s mind in this sort of situation, “Gee, I hope my feet don’t smell.” I never particularly liked my feet, but the softness of his lips on my ankles made me feel weak. He stroked my calves and tickled the back of my knees, to which I could barely contain my ticklish laughter. Oliver kissed my thighs, parting them slightly, but I held them shut.
“No,” I denied him more sternly than I had expected.
I took his chin in my hands and lifted his eyes to meet mine. He kissed my navel, ran his tongue up between my breasts and kissed my nipples with the same reverence one used to receive Communion. I felt his fingertips brush against my shoulder blades as his tongue grazed my collarbone. The subtle touch reminded me of the time I touched a marble statue in a museum when no one was looking. I was curious, but I didn’t want to risk breaking the statue or dirtying it with my fingerprints.
When Oliver finally kissed me on my mouth, I understood the taste of ambrosia. I felt immortal, like one of the statues. Yet, I felt the warm blush come over me, like Galatea’s marble turning into flesh before she descended from the pedestal Pygmalion had placed her upon. I extended my arms to hold him, but my hands met something they did not like. He was still fully clothed.
“Stop,” I pushed him away from me.
“But why?” Oliver pleaded.
“Take off your clothes and sit on the couch,” I ordered.
He happily complied, güvenilir bahis siteleri knowing very well how goddesses rewarded those who revered them. It was amusing to see him stumble, forgetting to take his shoes off before his pants. Still, I would think that since he was such a snarky bastard, he would know how to slow down, how to tease. Yet after I saw the full length of his cock, erect, standing at attention, what have you, I knew that enduring his snarky nature would be well worth it. When he was seated, fully-nude on his couch, I walked over to him slowly, inhaling the scent of his anticipation as I straddled him. I licked his upper lip and then nibbled on the bottom one. My fingertips traced the lines of his defined body. I cradled the back of his head, ruffling through his already-tousled brown hair and sucked on his earlobe. I knew that he was enjoying himself from the occasional soft groans he would emit.
“Please…” he arched his back, thrusting upwards with his hips, “I need…”
“What do you need?’ I asked, taking a condom from the table and unwrapping it.
“I need to be inside you…now…” his face contorted as I brushed my fingertips against his length.
I slowly unrolled the condom onto his cock, savoring his agony. I teased him slightly before taking him inside me as slow as possible, making sure every nerve ending fired off in pleasure. I started riding him slowly, making circles with my hips and arching my back. He tried to increase the speed, but I made sure that he knew that I was still in charge. His hands would roam from my neck, down my back, negotiating the curves from my ass all the way down my kneeling legs to my feet. I could taste the sweat on his skin and the heat of his breath. I felt the first slow wave build so high that I could not contain my pleasure. Oliver took advantage of this and regained control. He did not allow me to come down from that great height, but held my hips with his hands and pushed me down as he thrusted upward. I thought that my heart would explode from such excess, and through barely-opened eyes, I could see that the strain was wearing down on him as well. With a few final thrusts and sharp gasps, he had finally found his release. Usually, mortals underwent some sort of painful, yet just death, for even having a glimpse of a goddess in the nude. But I was not a goddess, and we both descended from our cloud, drenched and spent on the couch.
I put my clothes on, ran my fingers through my hair for a quick combing, and checked my pocketwatch, “I better go.”
“Why? Give me a few more minutes…we’ll give it another go,” Oliver chased after his breath, but couldn’t quite seem to catch it.
“I have a meeting to go to,” I smiled, kissed him on the cheek and left him dumbstruck and naked on the couch.
In the end, I’m not quite sure who won this conquest, but it was a lot of fun…
…At least until the next class period when he snuck up behind me, tossed a pair of red panties on the desk and said, “You left your knickers in my flat last night.”
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