Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au
Word Count: 6,350
A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into
a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted
to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked
your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty
seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to
sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!?
How could I not have known?!?
After three years of studying computer science/engineering at university I think I can make a sort of post about this matter. There are some misconceptions about IT degrees. So many. In the following lines, I’ll try to put together the main ones I currently have faced. I’ve been asked to make a post like this some time ago, so here it is. I’m focusing on computer science/computer engineering since it’s what I am studying.
The summer before I started my first year of university I was freaking out. Not only did I go to study at university but also I was going to study computer science/engineering! I love computers and that, but little did I know about computers to be honest. So my first thought was what computer should I buy. And here we go with the classic macbook vs laptop battle. My dad bought me a laptop so I didn’t think about really about this (as a note, it’s not the best laptop, but it’s enough at least for now). If you are wondering what computer should you buy for computer science, but you whatever you like the most, but I suggest you to have in mind that it doesn’t matter if you choose a laptop or a macbook. If you have enough money and you want a macbook, go for it. If you don’t or you don’t like macbook, you have other options. Choose wisely.
I was told that I would be the only girl in the class. Well, so the first day of university came and I couldn’t see a single girl in the hall. It turned out that there were about 12 girls in my class and about 80 boys (depending on the class). In my last semester I’ve been in a class where I was the only girl and as a consequence of several classes being minority, I get used to be the only girl and I felt stronger someway.
One thing more I was told it was that people on this degrees were a bunch of nonsocial, unatracttive and weird genius. To be honest this was something that scared me too, because I didn’t want to be alone. But again, this was untrue; of course, there are a few weird people, but mostly of them are nice people. I haven’t still seen a genius, just hard-working people.
I realized since the very beginning of my academic journey that when I told people what I am studying, there are three reactions I can observe in people:
The “pfff, that’s a difficult degree” reaction.
The “pfff, that’s a difficult degree for a woman” reaction.
The *open the mouth for a while and say nothing* reaction.
“But is computer science or computer engineering difficult?”, that’s another thought that made me head spin. All right, it is. I am not going to lie. It is difficult. Really difficult, but once you get the hang of studying, organizing and thinking, everything will be easier. Personally I wasted a year trying to learn how to think and study for the classes. I was stuck into the high school habits and I didn’t want to change them. If I have learnt something about university (or life) is that you have to be ready for switching and don’t be afraid of changes.
“I would like to work as a computer scientist/computer engineer/software engineer/… but I’m not good at mathematics/physics/…”. Okay, computer science/engineering is difficult but not that hard (I may slightly lie in the aforementioned question, except calculus, calculus is evil). I mean, professors start with the very basics of every class, and it isn’t usually very difficult. Plus most of them are willing to clear up your questions in office hours. I have some friends who are really bad at maths and they have passed all the algebra and calculus classes. Also I have friends that didn’t want to study an IT degree, though they’d love to, because of this reason. Don’t be the person who didn’t study something because of a few hard classes. You’ll regret later.
After a couple of month, studying computer science/engineering, some people start wondering why we are studying physics, electronics and math, “when are we going to start hacking?”. Oh, well. That’s a good question. Never. WE DON’T LEARN TO HACK in university. In my first year, many classmates drop out of computer science because of this single reason. They thought they’ll learn how to hack.
“At least, I will code a lot!”. Sorry again, but you are going to be programming less than you would expect. At my university, we take only 6-7 classes focused on just programming in the four years of the degree.
When you assume that most of the things you believe are not true, you’ll know more or less if you like this degree or you don’t. At the same time, people are going to ask for help. Yes, the “can you fix my [insert here ANY electronic device]?” and “can you tell me how to [any action] in [any program or website]?”. You can’t get away of these questions. Believe me or not, but if you get involved in an IT degree you are not going to study how to delete a Facebook account. You may or not may be surprised of this, but a great amount of people has asked me this question. Plus, we don’t learn how to fix smartwatches. Surprise!
At this point, people wonder what the hell computer science/engineering is about. Algebra, calculus, physics, electronics, robotics, algorithms, AI, data structures, computer security, networks, computational complexity,…
If you prefer to work solo, I have bad news for you, because you’ll need to work in teams. And this is really difficult to achieve. You will find both people who work and who don’t. You have to find a balance between your time and the others’, learn to organize the time and the work for the team project and don’t be afraid of reasonably arguing if the project is at risk. This is something to keep in mind as much as presentations skills. Yes, you need to talk in public about your work, if not in university, it will be in any job interview. I have actually been the worst talking in public since always, but when after all the presentations I have done, I have became better. You’ll become better. So come on.
You open Thomas’ new Sanders Sides video, entitled simply, “Speeches.” After a moment of loading, it begins. Not with his usual, “What is up everybody?!” Simply the loud title card and a fade-in.
Of Roman, standing in his usual spot. He’s smiling. “Hello, my brave and beautiful prince, princess, or non-binary royalty! Tis I, the great Prince Roman! I would just like to take a moment to commend you on your bravery! One such as you deserves all the best, yet time and again you face your dragon-witch! I promise you that with a little magic, and many-a Disney song—along with some encouraging from the valiant yours truly—that dragon-witch will be slain and no longer be able to do you harm! Keep fighting, you strong prince, princess, or non-binary royalty! You will succeed!”
Patton appears after a jump cut, standing in front of the blinds, as always. “Hey kiddo, Dad Patton here! I know you’re going through a trying time in your life. Everyone does! But I gotta say: you’re gonna do just fine. Life’s problems come and go, but some of the hardest ones can always be slightly improved by a couple-a dad jokes! Never be afraid of the power of laughter. I promise you that everything will turn out alright. And you can’t let life get down. I mean, you can’t let life get you down. But if life gets down, you win that dance-off!” He pauses. “Get it? Get down? Like dancing? No? Okay.” Patton grins and giggles. “Anyway! Much love from your internet old man! Hi Brave, I’m Dad!”
Logan follows Patton. “Good day, my star student,” he begins, straightening his glasses. “While I could stand here and wax philosophical about human existence and the nature of the reasons why you are where you are, I’ve been told by the others that could possibly be emotionally insensitive. So I won’t. But I do have a lesson for you. As follows: some say life is a roller coaster. They’re wrong. A roller coaster is a feat of physics and engineering achieved by the arches and spins getting smaller and smaller to maintain momentum. Life does not work that way. Life’s arches and spins vary in intensity and size. In this way, life resembles the visual manifestation of sound waves. Life is music, my young student. A beautiful symphony that has dips and swells, creating an experience unique to each composer, each musician, and each listener. Once you realize this, it gets easier to listen to the music of life.”
Another audio file cuts in. “Aww! You actually listened to me!”
“Be quiet, Roman, or I’ll send you to detention!” Logan retorts. He looks back to the camera. “Anyway. Interruption aside: I hope you take that lesson into your life. It will be worth remembering. Have a lovely day, star student, and feel better soon!”
Virgil appears last. “Hey,” he says, not quite looking at the camera. “Look, the others can be sappy and positive all they want. I guess that’s their job, or something. Especially Dad and Sir Sings-A-Lot. I’m not required to be that way. It’s part of what I am. But today is different. Today is a day when life is even darker than me. Which, I guess, is saying something. But everything is going to be fine. A little anxiety is a good thing. It’ll keep you alive and attentive. But don’t let it overwhelm you. Pretty sure Teach over there explained it to Thomas before. Some productivity curve whose name I can’t remember—”
“Yerkes-Dodson Curve!” Logan interrupts.
“Whatever,” Virgil mutters. “So while life is hard, it’ll get better. Once it does, just keep a little bit of me around and you’ll still be okay. But not too much. I guess I can get a little… toxic in large doses. So be safe, okay kid? Just be careful. That’s what I’m here for.” He nods.
The video shuts off.
Huge thanks to @thatsthat24 for creating such awesome characters! These were fun to make! This came about because of @pancakesanders so equally huge shoutout!
For more than 40 years, Oliver O'Reilly’s shoelaces have been coming untied pretty much every day. And for most of those 40 years O'Reilly didn’t think too much about it.
But then, about a decade ago, his daughter Anna was learning to tie her shoes, and O'Reilly decided his shoelace problem wasn’t worth passing on to another generation.
“I didn’t want her to inherit my problems, so I went online and found some really helpful videos to teach me how to tie her shoelaces,” he says.
And, perhaps if O'Reilly had had a different job, that’s where the shoelace problem would have stopped. But Oliver O'Reilly is a professor of mechanical engineering at the University of California, Berkeley, and as he looked at videos of shoelace knots, he started wondering why they came untied in day-to-day life.
“That problem always stuck in my mind,” he says.
Now, he and two graduate students have published a paper, in Proceedings Of The Royal Society A, titled “The roles of impact and inertia in the failure of a shoelace knot.”
Caption: The laces on the left are tied in a strong knot that lies horizontally. The laces on the right are tied in a knot that makes the bow lie vertically and which, according to new research, can come untied more easily.
I just started a double degree (engineering and business) and holy shit I regret everything. THIS IS ME SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS. I DONT KNOW HOW I'LL EVER MAKE IT TO MY FINAL YEAR
/SCREAMS INTO THE ABYSS WITH YOU/
Here’s a few things I wish I’d known before I started my double degree (+ a few things which have kept me sane since then!)
I started my degree as a ‘social’ coffee drinker.
NOW ITS LIKE WATER.
PUMP THAT SHIT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM, IV DRIP, THERE IS NO LIFE BEFORE COFFEE
2. Student Discounts
Reap the benefits of student discounts. Seriously.
Know where the cheapest coffee is, transport subsidies, printing subsidies, student sales, student flights!
3. Shit happens, things change.
Just because you hate something now, doesn’t mean you can’t love it later. The upshot being - just because you love something now, doesn’t mean you won’t hate it with the feverish passion of a thousand burning suns later.
Your interests will change. Your goals, both academic and personal will change. That’s ok.
Find something that motivates you to complete each degree. You may enjoy both your degrees equally. You may prefer one over the other - particularly if you’re still completing tedious core units for one degree whilst you get to do much more interesting advanced units for the other. Remind yourself why you’re doing this degree. Why are you doing double the workload, why is it worth the late nights, caffeine overdoses and the concurrent deadlines? Assess each degree independently of the other and find something which motivates you to study in that field.
In my case, I was very demotivated halfway through my degree. Honestly speaking, in my 3/4th year, I was ready to drop my other degree and graduate with a single. I only continued my other degree after going on exchange (read: more holiday than study) and when I could finally do advanced units which were interesting to me.
For others, changing degree (yes, even in 6th year) was the best choice for them. They’re much happier now, and much more driven - and it was their experience throughout their double degree that helped them realise their passion in another field. Sometimes, finding out what you hate is just as important as finding out what you love.
4. Save a first year unit for the end of your degree
Ok, I shit you not.
If your degree structure allows you to save an elective first year unit for your penultimate or final year, do it.
Sure, its strange to walk into a class of freshers. When you inevitably have an ‘ice breaker’ exercise, watch in sick fascination as the majority of the class whips their head around incredulously as you introduce yourself as a “fifth year student”
BUT BOY THE REWARDS ARE SWEET. For example, having a reduced workload so you can focus on your advanced units. Easy marks because you already know half the shit, and if not, you know where to find it.
You already have half the transferrable skills (report writing, referencing, critical analysis, knowledge of HOW THE FUCK TO SUBMIT AN ASSIGNMENT THROUGH YOUR UNI SERVER) to do well. You could probably skip all the intro/ getting to know your way around the library resources classes.
A relaxed class and a healthy boost to my GPA? Sign me up.
5. Use time to your advantage
One of the things I’m grateful for is time.
Its a long degree. Instinctively I knew this when I signed up - 5 to 7 years is a long time. But I only truly felt how long a period that time was when my friends with shorter degrees graduated and entered the workforce. And whilst I enjoy what I study, the mechanics and routine of going to uni and sitting exams etc remains tedious.
But heck, I am grateful for the time and opportunity I’ve had to figure shit out in the safety of university.
Professionally, I know the ins and outs of graduate job hunting. I have had the opportunity to ‘test run’ interviews etc, and learn about more opportunities with each passing cycle - the fairs, the assistance you can get at uni, the whole recruiting circus. I have a well established study system that works for me, featuring keyboard shortcuts, shitonnes of sticky notes and my weight in coffee. I know where to ask for help and I know which areas of campus are the best study spots and which places to avoid during mid-sem hell. I know what events my student society runs, and I know when there’s free breakfast during semester. I’m confident. I’m certainly not ready to face the workplace, but I’m more prepared that I would have been 3 years ago.
Personally, I’m more confident in my identity and what direction I want to take in the future. I know what I like, what I dislike, and what I’m willing to sacrifice/invest for what ends. I’ve learnt a lot about how I handle stress, friendship and 8am non recorded classes (read: not well).
Also, FIGURE OUT WHAT YOUR HIGHER DEGREE GRADUATE REQUIREMENTS ARE BECAUSE YOU HAVE TIME TO FIX THINGS. Do you need practical experience to graduate? Do you need to complete an internship unit? How many units of each degree do you need to complete? Have you completed the correct number of majors for each degree? Find out early, so you can amend your study plan.
6. Old habits die hard.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I HAVE YET TO GO A SEMESTER WITHOUT PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER, BLESS NAIVE FIRST YEAR ME.
In saying that, use the length of your degree to develop good habits. Figure out what study method works for you, find out whether you’re more engaged in morning or evening classes. Where’s a decent study spot on campus?
Don’t be afraid to apply the skills you’ve learnt from one degree to the other. Whether it be research skills, note taking habits or otherwise. Keep in mind the differences between each discipline.
Work smart. By the time you’ve reached 3rd year, you’ll be at the halfway point. You know what lectures are like. You know what tutorials are like. You know which textbooks are worth the buy and what assessment structure suits you. Don’t be afraid to exploit that knowledge to forge a better semester for yourself.
Its a long journey. There’s going to be good days, shit days and then “fuck the world, what the hell is this” days. There’s going to be coinciding deadlines and insane exam timetables. And that’s not even counting the late night existential crises in between.
But you’re going to learn so much - both in an academic and personal sense. You’ll find out what you enjoy, what lecturers to avoid, what subjects bore you to death. You’ll meet so many people - inspirational people, motivational people, and some assholes. You’ll realise that fuck yes I can complete a 3000 word assignment the night before, and yes I can survive a 90% exam.
Remember you always have the freedom to choose. You don’t have to do it all at once - go on exchange, take a semester off, find something to break up the tedium of study. Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is to figure out what’s best for you and pursuing it.
Good luck dear anon. You’re the first double degree anon to scream into the abyss - THIS IS ME SCREAMING ALONGSIDE YOU OH MY GOD YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Summary: “Listen, where do you go to college?”“Why does a movie star want to know?”“So I can take you out for coffee as an apology.”(or alternatively, Keith receives a call not meant for him but he manages to get involved in the caller’s life in ways he never would have imagined) WC: 106237 (17/17) General Notes: laksfbgagah, keymashing is all i got on this fic, just read it 10/10
Lance has avoided asking about it all night, mostly because he’s pretty sure it’s weird to ask your friend if they’d be interested in cuddling in the same bed.
WC: 9445 General Notes: this fic is ridiculously fluffy, god these boys are awkward and lance is losing his mind, i love it. 9/10
Summary: “Am I really going to have to explain this to you?” “No, I’m totally fine with you shutting up right about now.” Hunk cups his hands around his mouth. “You. Are crushing. On Keith.”Or, a college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time. WC: 67847 (12/12) General Notes: the college university is just the best, bless. Lance is a dork, and Keith is just a ball of anxiety. like same keith same. 10/10
Summary: “So like in ‘Step Up’?” Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.” The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps.-Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is. WC: 43291 (7/7) General Notes: hahahah its literally the dance au that everyone knows about, and like a shit ton of fanart has been made for. its really great, like A+, lance again is a huge dork and Keith is mr moody and broody, 9/10
Summary: Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)***Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive. WC: 4094 General Note: in which we are all lance xD 10/10
Lance draws. Specifically, Lance draws Keith. A lot. Wonder why that is?
WC: 5235 General Notes: lance doodles and i just really love this, like its seriously one of my hcs that Lance just doodles in his down time. 10/10
Summary: Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems: 1. Keith crossplays, so Lance has absolutely no idea that Keith is a boy. 2. Both of them are idiots, and can’t seem to figure out that that hot cosplayer they like, is also that hot guy that they drool over every day at school. WC: 41538 (3/3) General Notes: i dont know much about cosplay, but like this is amazing. keith and lance are both idiots in love. 10/10
Summary: Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.
WC: 50370 (yes one chapter xD) General Notes: tbh, i really love the tags on this fic: keith kogane; human disaster and lance mcclain; sunshine boi. like thats literally the fic. its really cute and i love it so much. 11/10
Summary: Lance lives a comfortable life in the outside mall nicknamed the streets of Voltron. He bakes for a living with his friend, Hunk, and enjoys the company of the other store owners near him. Life seems great and easy until some pretty boy with a mullet opens a bakery across the street from him.
WC: 48193 General Notes: my face hurt reading this fic. its great. like godbless. 9/10
Summary: It’s easy to spot Lance. The college student always has his nose in a book, whether it’s for one of his classes, a class that he’s a TA for, or for fun. It isn’t until Keith, an engineering student who’s closer to him than he realizes, saves him from walking into traffic that he realizes that maybe finding solace in books isn’t the best way to get through life. Soon enough, the life he knew began to change and the more he learned about Keith, the more he learned about himself. WC: 12338 (4/?) General Notes: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BUT GO READ THIS PLEASE 100/10
Summary: Restless nights are hard for Lance, especially where going to sleep is concerned, so what better way to combat that energy than tinkering with a high tech blaster and a sleepy boyfriend?Or that time Keith got Lance to calm down and sleep without having to do anything at all except exist. WC: 1056 General Notes: summary says it all and its hella cute 8/10.
Summary: “Shiro, uh, Takashi Shirogane, pretty much changed my life. His skill was– is– unparalleled, and he’s my hero,” Lance smiled fondly at the bench before turning back, eyes roving the crowd again. “He introduced me to the greatest love of my life. And, actually, that’s not basketball. But his brother, Keith Kogane.”Keith’s eyes widened, and he turned bright red. But still, he smiled. He couldn’t help but to smile. WC: 1673 General Notes: this is so fucking cute, basketball player lance, and cheerleader keith. thats all you gotta know. 10/10
noun : comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.
sometimes, all you really need is someone who listens.
pairing: kim taehyung x reader genre: a dash of fluff, a pinch of angst type: coming of age / college au word count: 2,005 words warnings: none author’s note: this is completely raw and unpolished, and it contains some of my most personal thoughts and struggles. i’ve been dealing with writer’s block for the past few months, and this is just a part of my process to regain motivation.
finds you on the terrace of your dormitory, leaning over the railing with your
face tilted towards the stars, eyes closed and the wind gently kissing your
cheeks. Standing from the doorway, he gazes at your still figure with a tender
smile quirking at the corner of his lips and a certain fondness that the two of
you haven’t pinpointed yet, yet everyone else understands.
wearing a pair of loose black shorts, flip flops, and a ratty, old, oversized t
shirt emblazoned with one of the nine clubs you had signed up for in your
freshman year of high school and never actually bothered to show up for once
you realized you were a little too enthusiastic and had too much on your plate
to handle. Your commitment towards that club did not stay, but the shirt still
did. Hair swept up into a loose bun held up by a pencil you had grabbed in
random, the small tendrils that fell out now frame your face, tickling your
skin lightly. The tip of your nose along with your cheeks begin to turn rosy as the
wind nips at you, and your eyelashes flutter softly.
thinks you look absolutely ordinary, yet in that itself, absolutely breath
Pipe flow labs and some moody diagram action
#unpopularopinion (maybe just in the studyblr world)
I am not a big fan of fine liners, if I could return them and get my money back I would! I much prefer paper mate Inkjoys! Vibrant colours and much cheaper than fine liners! Also they are not thin so for people that press hard when they write (me!) they are perfect!
Today I realized that the method I used for studying all my life was completely wrong and because of this, I failed Aerodynamics and Compressible flow. What I did was review the concepts in the lecture notes, and then after knowing I had a grasp of them, redo the problems in my lecture notes, text book examples, and HW problems. It sounded like a decent plan, right?
Except one thing: engineering and upper-level math exams rely on students solving problems they likely never seen before. They rely on testing the “on-the-fly” problem solving skills of students. That’s why professors make tests completely different from HW and lectures.
What I was doing was reviewing what I already knew. In other words, I wasn’t actually learning anything new or teaching myself how to tackle new problems: all I was doing was pointlessly redoing all the problems.
All that did was give me a false sense of confidence without actually learning anything new. In other words, this method only made me overconfident.
A different method would be something like this (under read more)
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When I look back at the turn of events it still feels as surreal to me now as it did then. I am a 28 year old professional now living in USA. My family moved here during my school days so I believe I have enjoyed the best of both worlds. Strong cultural foundation with a liberal level headedness – a balance that allows me to continue to look forward without letting me forget my heritage. Family values were ingrained in all of us and were taught that family comes first. We lived in suburbs in a Desi community with other Indian and Pakistani families. Several of my relatives lived in the neighborhood so we never felt that we were away from home.
This experience involves my cousin, Sonia who happens to be a year older than me and is my mom’s sister’s daughter. My mother’s family is very close-knit so there were a lot of family gatherings and although everyone had their own place, it was almost like living in a join family. Sonia and I got along fairly well. We were a group of almost 10 around the same ages, we to the same school, and at times studying together. The older cousins helped the younger ones with homework. Life was good. As we were finishing high school, it was norm that we would enroll in the state university which happened to be in the same city. Sonia graduated a year before me and enrolled in the business program for her BS. I was a fairly good student and my high school and placement tests allowed me a scholarship to go out of state. This was a first and I jumped at the chance, not only because I was going to a better school, but also this would be my first real taste of freedom.
I went out of state and enrolled in the engineering program (hey I am Desi after all!). College life was great. I made many great and fast friends. I lived with another couple of guys in an off-campus apartment. We studied hard and we played hard. Had our share of parties and of course our share of all-nighters. But all through this, I kept in touch with everyone back with regular visits, phones, emails. Sonia and I exchanged our share of emails and phones and with time we realized that we could relate better with each other than anyone of our other cousins. We actually became friends – best friends infact.
During my third year, as Sonia was preparing to graduate, her professors started to encourage her to go into a graduate program. She started shopping around for a university with assistantship opportunities and actually received one from my university. Her parents were hesitant to send her out of state but knowing that I was there too, they gave her the OK. So, when I started my final year, Sonia joined my university as a Doctoral student.
I helped her find an apartment in the same complex and she found a couple of desi girls for roommates. As this was my final year, I was extremely busy stressing over finals and of course my graduate school programs. I wasn’t able to spend that much time with Sonia, but all of us (me, Sonia, and our roommates) usually ate dinner together, especially on the weekends. Towards the end of the year, my professor gave ma a full scholarship to get my doctorate by doing research for him so I readily accepted. One of my roommates got the same deal, but the other one decided to join the work force. So my future was set for the next 4-5 years. I took the summer off and went home. I spent the first half traveling and enjoying my break and during the second half the family decided to have a reunion party to Sonia flew back too for the rest of the summer.
When the summer ended, Sonia and I decided to drive to the university together. It was a very long journey but we decided to make an adventure out of it. We took rest stops and nature breaks, listened to songs, but most we talked a lot about the three years we had missed out. She got me caught up with her life. We talked about family politics and, of course, we talked about relationships. As expected I started teasing her about potential affairs and she just said, “you think I’m going to get a chance for a boyfriend with the whole family on my back!”
I said “touché”
“But I bet you have had your share of girlfriends haven’t you” she quipped.
Starting to feel a bit hot under the collar “I said, well let’s just say I’ve grown up a lot on my four years in college and had my share of fun.” Since just started laughing with that intriguing look on her face.
Anyway, the year started and both were back to our lives. We had our circle own of friends but we hung out a lot more together. Either in groups or just us. I’m very physically active so I got her started on going to the gym. She was already in great shape but gym is a great place for stress relief and relaxations. I trained her on lifting weights for toning and she was always an avid swimmer. Probably why she was so graceful all the time. Soon, she was looking like a total knock out. In fact that became more evident by the constant teasing remarks that both our roommates started giving her.
Well this is where is all went on a tangent. One day while in the gym, Sonia pulled her upper back muscle and totally stiffened her back. She had trouble lifting her arms and also moving her neck. The University doctor said that as a muscular injury it would take time to heal and she needed massage therapy. She was scheduled for massages with the nurse two times a week. Her therapy went for a moth but her progress was slow. She was almost always in pain and starting to get depressed. Since her physical activities were limited she spent most her time in school or at the apartment.
One weekend while watching a late night movie with the group at my place her back really started hurting and I noticed her eyes welling with tears, so I took her to my room and make her lie down. Looking at her I decided to stay with her and I started consoling her. As a very active person myself, I was no stranger to muscular injury and so I offered to massage her back. I had learned a few tricks from my oriental friends with whom I used to take martial arts. So I had Sonia lie on her stomach and started gently massaging her back while chatting idly.
This was the first time I had touched Sonia in this manner and I must admit her body felt wonderful to my fingers. She was dressed in a t shirt and pajama pants. I could feel the tenseness of her muscles on her shoulder as I gently kneaded muscles in slow circles. She stopped crying and started to relax a little. I got up and reach for a tube of muscle relaxing cream (A heat cream like deepheat/Bengay called Icyhot). I applied some on my finger tip, and slid my hand under the t-shirt and started to apply the cream. I didn’t want her t-shirt getting messy so I asked her to pull the t-shirt up. She hesitated a minute then pulled it up. She was wearing a black cotton bra. I continue to massage the cream into her muscles and could feel the relaxing to my touch.
At this point is where my hormones started clouding my judgment. I was enjoying massaging Sonia. He more I massaged, the sexier her back started to look, so I decided to give in to my devil and said “I’m started to mess your bra straps with the cream and I’m not able to massage you as well as I should. Mind unhooking it?”
She didn’t move or say anything. Since she didn’t outright reject the notion I pushed forward. “Let me turn the lights off.”
Sonia turned hr head and looked at me. I was making a very concerned face desperate to hide my ulterior motives and said “I don’t know…”
I looked around my room and found my bandana (long handkerchief) hanging on my study chair. “Let me blindfold myself, this way I won’t see anything.”
“How will you massage me?”
I just smiled as said “I massage with my hands and fingers, I don’t need my eyes for it.” Sonia smiled brightly and agreed readily.
I got up from the bed, grabbed the bandana and turn off the lights. The room was dimly light from the outside street lights, so I was walked back to the bed and tied the bandana around my eyes. “Ok, I’m ready” I said.
Sonia checked to make sure that I couldn’t see anything, waving her hand in front of the eyes, holding up fingers and even checked to make sure my eyes were indeed covered. The she said ok. When I felt her back again the t-shirt was pulled up to her neck and her bra was unhooked and straps off her shoulders. I smiled to myself and started to massage her again. Feeling the totally uncovered back with my fingers making me feel hotter by the second. We continue to chat normally and after a while I said that t-shirt was covered her shoulder and suggested that she could take it off.
She said “I’m not getting topless”
I just said, “Well I can’t see anything, and without your t-shirt I will be able to give you a much more thorough massage.”
She was silent for a while and I could feel that she was seriously considering my offer. Finally she said “Ok, but please don’t tell anyone.”
I just said seriously “Sonia of course not. We’re family!”
When she said she was ready, I could feel that not only was he t-shirt off, but her bra was off too. I could feel no traces of the straps as I ran my hands over the bra back, her shoulders, and down the sides of her arms. During the massage, I lifted the bandana from my left eyes high enough that I could see but if she were suddenly looked back, she won’t know that it’s off. In the dim light I could see the silhouette of back, and it was flawless. “My god” I gasped in my breath to myself, and started to knead my fingers over the inviting flesh. It took every ounce of strength I had to not bend down and kiss her back, her shoulders, and her soft supple neck. I decided that patience would be a virtue.
Our massage lasted for almost two hours and then I suggested that she get covered up, so I could drop her to her apartment and she can sleep. She dressed and then gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek as thanks.
“I feel wonderful and relaxed. You really are good, mister!” Sonia said
“Well if it really helped your back then we can do this again tomorrow night.” I hoped she would accept my offer.
“I would love another one”
“Great then same time, same place tomorrow” I smiled.
For the next time, I decided to leave my blinds undone a little bit to allow a little more light in. When Sonia came back to my room, she was dressed I a black t-shirt and pajama pants again. So I looked at her and picked up my bandana again. She said, “Same rules as last night, no peeking”
“Wouldn’t dream of it” I lied.
I turned off the lights, waked to the bed and got blind again. Sonia said she was ready, and once again I started with the Icy/hot on my finger tips. Before applying the cream I ran my dry finger on her back, and she said “there is no bra. It would have gotten in the way, so I didn’t wear one”
“Ok, good thinking” I said calmly but I was thinking, “Damn I would I could to seen u take your shirt off”
I started to rub the cream to her upper back and gently started to move my hands on slow circles around the knitted areas. Moving up to the back of the neck I started to massage her thin neck, and I could hear her started to relax. So I moved my eye cover again and this time could see the more clearly due to more light. Her skin was gorgeous. She was fair, toned, and extremely supple. I started ease the tension of her shoulders and slowly worked my way her arms. After what seemed like an hour I decided to move to the second phase.
I lowered my bandana again and I said “Let me change positions so I can concentrate on your shoulders and arms. They seem very tense.”
“What do you want me to do” Sonia asked.
“Wait” I said. Moved to the edge of the bed next the wall and sat with back against the wall and my legs crossed. “Now sit in front of me with your back facing me”
So she did. I started to massage her pressure point again, making sure to pressure with just enough pressure to relax her but not too much. I didn’t want her getting too alert. From her shoulder I moved up to her head and said “judging from the tenseness of your neck and shoulders I’m surprised u don’t get headaches”
Sonia sounded surprised when she said “I do get them how did yow know”
“I know what I’m doing Sonia” I said. “You may be older, but I’m more experienced in getting hurt.”
She laughed at this and said “Ok them use to experience and make me feel good”.
That’s all I needed to hear. I moved my hands from her shoulders to her head and started giving her a head massage. I pressed the back of her head and could feel her shudder.
“That feels good” She murmured
“Grab a pillow” I said. She did and gave it to me, I place it on my crossed legs and said “now lie on your back and rest your head on the pillow”
“Ok but no peeking” she said. Sonia laid her head on my lap and I started to massage her temples. I could feel her breathing easily and I moved my hands to her eye browns and sinuses.
I said “now keep your eyes closed, I don’t want to poke a finger in since I can’t see”
“OK” she said. I started to rub the bridge of her knows with the right hand and used my left hand to move the eye cover just a little.
Since I was looking down, I didn’t need to move it too much, and then I saw them. Two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Not too big, but enough to start to fall on either side of her. Her nipples were dark, and surprisingly large. They weren’t hard, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hold her breasts, caress them, and feel the softness on my fingers, feel the heat on my palm. I wanted kiss her nipples, lick the dark circles with my tongue. Take the nipple in my mouth and suck gently so I could feel it harder to my touch. My desire became so intense that I instantly got a hard on and if it wasn’t for the pillow, Sonia would have felt it poking at the back of her head.
I started to breathe and calm myself while continue to massage her head. Her eyes were closed and she was deeply relaxed. So I started to gently rub her face then down her neck and from of her shoulders. Her breathing deepened but she didn’t move. I moved my hands to my side and started to massage the sides of her back just below he breasts. I leaned forwards and moved my hand forward and started to rub her stomach gently. She was extremely relaxed and I could feel her muscles easing. So I decided to chance it. I moved my hands back to her sides of her below the breast and massaged that area again. Then I moved my hands up and could feel the sides of her breast touch my hands. I saw her eyes flow open and her breathing stop. She could see that I couldn’t see, but I stopped and whispered “Sorry”.
She whispered “no it’s ok”
I started to massage the sides of her breasts again and she started to breathe a little faster. He nipples were beginning to hard and she crossed her legs. I massed the sides and underside of her breasts gently. She let out a quiet sigh and I could see the conflict on her face developing so I didn’t want to push it too much. So I moved back to her face and noticed that she had beads of sweat on her forehead. I smiled to myself.
“Let’s call is a night” I said and she didn’t say anything.
She got up and dressed. I took my blind fold off and go ff the bed. Sonia just looked at me and gave me a hug. She didn’t let go and lingered for a few moments and I could tell that she was conflicted. She then whispered “I’m scared”.
I whispered back “I’m here for you”
She asked “Promise?”
I replied “always!”
Sonia hugged me tighter and then kissed my cheek and just said “same time, same place tomorrow”
One our third night Sonia was once again dressed in black t-shirt and pajama pants. She looked apprehensive but didn’t say anything.
I smiled and asked “ready?”.
She just nodded, handed me my bandana and switched off the light. We sat on the bed and I covered my eyes again. She said she was ready and I applied the cream to her ver familiar and increasingly sexy back again. This time I could feel her tense even more and I knew she was thinking very hard. So I started to massage her gently and she started to relax. When we moved to the same position as the previous night with her back facing me and I pulled the cover up a little massaged her shoulders. Sensing that it was now or never, I gently pulled Sonia back so that she was resting of my chest and I started to gently run my finger down the side of the her arms and gently caressing them. I could tell she was comfortable, so I moved my hands to her front and start to caress her chest. She took a deep breath and she exhales a slight sound came out. I took that as a positive sign and ran my fingers down her sides of her back. I moved down and started to rub her stomach with my palms gently pressing my fingers up with each move moment. She moves her head a little. I uncrossed my legs and move them to either side of her. She palces her hands on my legs and gently started to rub them slowly. I moved my hands even finger and started to caress the underside of her breasts with mm finger tips. Sonia tense for a second then relaxed. I could feel her nipples started to tense up and her breathing get shallow. She crossed her legs and started to get a stronger grip on my legs.
Feeling that she was ready and expecting it, is gently cupped her breasts with my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Sonia moaned gently. Her breast felt heavy on my hands, and I would feel the heat generating from them. I start to squeeze the breasts and caressed them gently. I felt her nipples harder to my touch. I pressed my finger tips to nipples and started to roll it slowly. I took the nipples on my finger and gently pressed them. Another moan escaped. I rolled the nipples between with thumb and forefinger and gently pulled on them. This time a louder moan and I could see her shifting her legs. Sonia was getting exited.
I then bend my head and gently kissed neck and I continue to massage her breasts. she reached her hand back and started to rub her finger on my hair and I started to lick a trail up and down her neck. Sonia then turned her head, and while I was blindfolded, kissed me. Our lips connected and my mind exploded. I had kissed girls before, but nothing compared to this electrifying experience. Her lips were soft and hot. I pressed down harder on them and kissed her back in earnest. Our lips parts and our tongues touched. I gave her breasts another squeeze and Sonia responded by sticking her tongue deep into my mouth!
Then Sonia said “take off the blindfold. You might as well see what you’re doing”
I take off my blindfold, looked at her, and kissed her. I looked at her this time with both eyes and said that she was literally the most beautiful woman I had seen. And I was serious. She turned over and kissed me again. I hugged her and eased her on the bed. I laid next to her and kissed her lips, I moved down and kissed her neck. I left a trail of butterfly kisses over her shoulders down to her chest down to her cleavage. Then I licked a trail from her cleavage almost to her right nipple then almost to her left one. I blew gently breaths on the nipples suddenly left her hand at the back of my head and pulled me into her nipples.
“Enough teasing” Sonia said. “I want u to show me how much experience you have!
"With pleasure” I replied eagerly. My hard on was really enlarging in my boxers now and was starting to tent out. But I knew Sonia was a virgin and there was no way I was going to rush into this and spoil it for this. This was just some girlfriend. This was Sonia, my cousin, my sister, and if she could trust me enough to get intimate with me, then I WAS going to make sure that she had the time of her life.
I started to suck on her nipple and I rolled my tongue over it. I felt it harden in my mouth and I gently nibbled on it. Sonia twitched and breathed in sharply. I started to suck on it in earnest while I brought my hand up and started to massage and carres ther other breast. I gently rolled the other nipples in my fingers while sucking on the first one. Then I pinched and bit the nipples at the same time,.
“Ohhhh” Sonia moaned. She was starting to get restless and her hands were running over my head and back. Her movement and her moans were giving me the satisfaction that I was doing a good job and that Sonia was truly in the throes of ecstasy.
I continued to suck on her breasts and moved my hands down her pajama covered legs. I I gently slipped my hand under her pant and felt her panties underneath. Without letting go of her breasts, I pushed shown on her pants, pulling them down her hips. Sonia lifted her hips and helped out by pushed her pants all the way down to her feet. I finally let go off her nipples and moved down to her feet and pull the pants completely off.
I looked at her shapely legs admiring her flawless beauty. I looked down at this almost naked beauty queen who was not only ravishingly sexy, but also my cousin sister,
Touch me" she whispered. “All over”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I leaned back up, and took my top off. Sonia reached out and touched my chest, rubbing her hands over my pecks and nipples, which by the time had hardened slightly. Sonia lay there admiring my body just as much as I was admiring her. This was a major ego boost for me.
Then he picked up her left leg and started to kiss her foot, then her calf, then her knee. Sonia closed her eyes and let my tongue wander up her leg, her pussy was tingling with anticipation, the thought of me touching it drove me wild. I ran my tongue down the inside of her thigh, stopping before I reached her pussy, my nose pressed against her panties, I took a deep breathe and I could feel the wetness on my nose. My cock was pounding against my boxers, I was so hard, the smell of her, the touch of her skin drove me mad with passion.
I moved up over her panties and I gently moved up, appreciating her beautiful flat stomach, I continued to slide my tongue up her, around her navel. My lips moved up, and I started to kiss the base of her breasts, every kiss was met with a quiet moan from Sonia.
My hands moved around and slowly caressed her breasts, kneading them in my palms, rubbing her hard buds with the palm of my hands. My right leg was between hers; she felt it slightly press against her pussy mound, causing a small shock to happen. She then pushed her pussy onto my leg, softly at first, but as he continued to feel her breasts, she pushed harder. I then took a nipple in my lips, softly kissing it, running my tongue around and over it. Sonia placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed me harder on to her heaving breasts again.
She moaned again and said “your tongue is sending electricity from my breasts all the way between my legs!”. That was all the encouragement I needed. I started to kiss a trail from the breasts down to her navel and then to the top of her panties. As I put my hands on the top of her panties, Sonia leaned back and closed her eyes. I then ran one finger from the top of her pubic mound, down over her pussy lips. With this Sonia let out a small gasp, and pushed herself against my hand. I then rubbed my hand all over her pussy, as she gently ground herself against my hand. She started to breathe heavily;
“‘I’ve never felt his before” she gasped
I moved my hand and pulled her panties of, revealing a very dark bush, which was glistening with her juices. Sonia never said anything, she just laid they, letting out quiet groans. I spread her legs wider, so I could see my target to its full extent. I positioned my face just infront of it, her pubes tickling my nose. I blow softly onto her lips, at which she jolted over her body, I then stuck my tongue out and pushed against her puffed lips.
I ran my tongue all around her lips, licking the juices of her, I would apply slight pressure to her now exposed hard bud. This drove her wild, she had obviously never had this done before, I lent forward and kissed her lips, tasting her juices, then I kissed her clit. This sent tremors all the way through her body, I then sucked on it, licked it, flicked it with my tongue. All this while one hand was playing with her nipples, and the other rubbing her swollen, wet pussy lips. She was moaning louder, pushing herself closer to me, I knew she was on the verge of what her first orgasm. He sucked hard on her clit, and slowly insert a finger into her love hole, not too far, but far enough to send her over the edge.
“OOOhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyy Gooooooodddddd” Sonia suppressed her scream.
At which point, her body convulsed, her breathing was very heavy, and her pussy started to flex. Ripples of pleasure, ecstasy, spread all over Sonia’s body, she was in heaven. As I knelt there, floods of Sonia’s juices came out of her as she had her first orgasm. She tasted so sweet; I lapped at her juices as they ran down her pussy and on her ass. She lay there for a minute, as I licked her clean, running my tongue all over her.
My cock was as hard as rock by now, trying as hard as it could to get out of my boxers. I moved around, so that I could rub my hard cock, up against Sonia’s pussy.. She moved her hand down and gently rubbed over my boxers, the touch of her hand, sent a twitch through my body, she reacted by rubbing harder. I sat up on my knees, and pulled Sonia’s hand onto my throbbing tent, slowly rubbing her hand over my cock.
I pulled my boxers down to my knees. My hard on was standing upright against my stomach. I’m about 6 inches in length (nothing too big, but never had any complaints) She pushed her hand back, and wrapped it around my throbbing manhood. It was hot, and hard, the top was more swollen than the shaft. I started to move her hands up and down my shaft, every time she went over my swollen head, I would moan. As she did this, pre-cum started to ooze from my tip. She rubbed it over my tip. I was kneeling there, eyes closed, moaning gently as she stroked my cock. Enough was enough, I had to put this in her soon, or else I would shoot all over her.
I whispered “I want to make love to you Sonia. You have truly made me feel like a man and I want you make you feel like a woman.”
“Make love to me.” She said softly.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yes, I trust you that you wont ever hurt me.” She replied.
I moved to my dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. She smiled and said “thanks for thinking of me.”
“I should be thanking you for this privilege” I said and meant it.
I tore the cover and unrolled the condom on my throbbing cock. I moved up her body, trailing kisses up her body. I slowly guided my hard, throbbing cock, into her. I inserted my tip gently; she was tight, but wet enough for it to glide in. As I pushed it in gently, Sonia let out little gasps of pleasure. I then felt the resistance I expected, I held her tightly, and pushed my way through it. Sonia let out a cry of pain, I held her for a while, not moving. I let her calm down and then I pushed my cock in the full way, she felt so tight. He started to push my cock in and out of her, at first she just laid there, but then she started to push her hips up to meet him, to get my cock deeper into her pulsating pussy. We started to get a steady rhythm going, both of us intertwined with each other, our lips locked.
As I started to push harder, Sonia could feel herself coming close to cumming again; she stopped kissing me and started to push as hard as she could against me, groaning louder and louder. I was also getting close to shooting my load. All of a sudden I worked myself into a frenzy, pushing hard, moaning out louder.
“AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH” I moaned
My body tensed, my eyes glazed over, my legs went all limp. I proceeded to shoot what seemed endless amounts of cum into Sonia’s cunt. Spurt after spurt in her. As soon as that happened, the feeling of my convussions inside her sent Sonia back over the edge, she let out a large gasp, held I tightly, digging her finger into my back, as she tensed all over with pleasure, and had another orgasm.
We lay for a minute of two, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
“thank you.” She said.
“Please don’t say that”
“No, really…that was the best.” Sonia smiled. Then she help by hand and said that her life and future was now in my hands and that she trusted me with her life. No one could ever know.
I said, “I used to love you as my cousin and my sister. Then I used to love you as my best friend. Now I love you as my lover. I will always be here for you. We are in this together.”
She looked into my eyes, and kissed me.
I didn’t know if what I did was wrong and I still don’t.