The time has finally come for me to start my journey towards a bachelor's degree, to establish myself in my field and really understand that this is what I love. Of course, you can't combine everything with work, so you have to study part-time, but that's the good thing - your course mates are mature people, not fresh-from-high-school cucumbers who look like they've only just finished primary school.
A month has passed - on average 50% of the people who turn up for face-to-face lectures are really mature people, my age, with career steps up, who understand what they have chosen to study at university. You can get to know more course members through different presentations. But one presentation will stay with me for the rest of my life, where I saw her.. Tall, red-haired, we often saw her during lectures and also during the break, when everyone goes out for a breath of fresh air or a smoke... And her lips - it's hard for me to even describe exactly, because all the beautiful words fit there... In life I like lips a lot, a kind of fetish and something I pay attention to.
So there we are - at university we exchange a few words, look at each other and smile - that's where our communication ended, because the courses are very hard, almost like a death machine.
I very rarely go shopping... I always choose the nearest supermarket, I know the shops where I can buy the clothes I need and that's it - I'm lost. So after the renovation I decided to go to a clothing store, I choose shirts, sweaters - my style is black and neutral, because everyday, for work, I have to go to different cultural events and concerts.
Clothing fitting booths, the shop is completely empty - swept of visitors... probably after Christmas and New Year nobody has any money. I hear someone standing behind the curtain asking if everything fits, if I need help? I reply that I'm still looking at the first outfit - you can ask again in a moment, maybe I can help. And I wasn't ready for this - the curtain opens, she walks inside my fitting booth, I'm standing shirtless in front of her... tall, red-haired, with lips full of beauty. She said "I'll help you, I'll tell you if it fits, if it looks good, maybe something needs to be changed", her hands were already on the belt, it was jerking open. It was one small moment when we were already kissing, her kisses went lower and I felt her lips on my cock.
It wasn't my first time in a shop fitting booth - but it was the greatest. Even today, a few days later - I remember her smile after I paid for my new clothes... She even still had a little of my sperm on her lips.
If we have to do any university work together in the future - I feel that learning will be difficult..
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