Is it okay to write this...?
This is a story from around May when I was in my third year of university.
Since April, I had been working part-time at the reception desk in the staff room of a prep school.
There were various types of instructors,
including those who were inappropriate or quick to anger,
and I had memorized the names and faces of the instructors by cross-referencing the blacklist created by former part-time workers and staff members.
Just before the reception hours ended,
an instructor who had stayed behind in the staff room asked,
"We're all going out for drinks now, do you have time?"
I had plans to go out for dinner with a female staff member I was working with,
but she readily agreed, saying, "Sure, that's fine."
She also asked me, "Is that okay with you?"
When I hesitated, she whispered to me,
"It's on them, so let's go eat,"
so I decided to go since she was coming too.
At a pub near the prep school,
about 15 instructors were already drinking.
When we entered, since we were familiar faces,
there were exclamations of surprise.
We had some trivial conversations and
heard some behind-the-scenes stories about the prep school, which was fun, but
as I drank more,
I reached level 1.
If I drank any more, I felt like I would get overly excited, so
I switched to save mode.
About an hour later, a famous instructor,
known for being touchy and high on the blacklist, entered the pub.
Since he was a famous instructor, the other instructors
were saying things like, "Professor, professor~"
and accommodating his request to sit next to a young girl.
He ended up sitting next to me.
The older instructor was drinking at a fast pace.
I was drinking cautiously.
Eventually, the older instructor said,
"You have a hunched back, don't you? People with hunched backs get stiff shoulders,"
and started his usual inappropriate behavior.
He was someone I couldn't stand, so I kept refusing, but
he kept bothering me.
No one helped me.
Then a young instructor, Mr. Kevin, who had stepped out,
intervened with a smile, saying,
"Professor, you always do this when you're drunk. It's better to drink with younger people. If you're too persistent, she won't come next time."
Mr. Kevin wasn't a very famous instructor, but
he was very refreshing and friendly,
and was a popular figure among the part-timers in the staff room.
Encouraged by Mr. Kevin's conversation, I was about to reach level 2.
The older instructor bothered me again.
Mr. Kevin, perhaps fed up, said,
"It's time for you to go home," and helped me out.
I also said, "I have to be up early tomorrow, so I'm leaving,"
and started getting ready to leave.
Mr. Kevin was also told by another instructor, "Kevin,
you can't stay at my place tonight. My kid has a game early tomorrow,"
and he checked his watch, "Oh no, I'm going to miss the last train.
I'm leaving too," and followed me out shortly after.
I wanted to thank him, so I waited outside the pub.
Mr. Kevin hurriedly came out.
I said, "Thank you, Mr. Kevin."
He replied, "No problem, it was a tough situation. Let's drink together again without any trouble."
Due to the outside temperature, I was at level 2.
I said, "Mr. Kevin, let's go now!"
and linked my arm with his, pulling him along.
While we were playfully arguing, we missed the last train.
Mr. Kevin said, "Oh well... just one more place,"
and we went to a pub near my boarding house that I often visited.
As we talked about various things, Mr. Kevin gradually got drunk.
He seemed to have a low tolerance for alcohol.
He was completely drunk.
I was also well past level 2, but still conscious.
I helped Mr. Kevin walk to my boarding house, which was a three-minute walk away.
I supported him to the bed.
I rarely reach level 3,
but being alone with a drunk older man for the first time,
I entered a flirty mode.
After checking that Mr. Kevin was in bed,
I suddenly started undressing.
Then, in just my underwear, I got into bed.
Mr. Kevin slightly opened his eyes,
but then fell back asleep.
I gently kissed his lips, but there was no reaction.
My previous boyfriend had sensitive nipples, so
I unbuttoned Mr. Kevin's shirt and licked, but he just groaned and didn't wake up.
Even when I held him, it didn't work.
So I just went to sleep.
In the morning, Mr. Kevin woke me up.
He was worried that he might have done something with me while drunk.
Seeing him flustered, so different from his usual self with students, made my heart skip a beat.
I hugged him and kissed him.
Mr. Kevin, perhaps resigned to the situation, kissed me back.
The way he moved his tongue was completely different, and I was enchanted just by the kiss.
He fondled my not-so-large breasts.
His finger movements were amazing, and when he touched my nipples,
it felt like electricity ran through my body.
Then he licked them with his tongue.
Thinking how amazing older people are,
I was overwhelmed with sensation.
Mr. Kevin unbuckled his belt.
While undressing, he quickly pulled down his pants too.
It was about 20 cm, a size I had never seen before.
As a thank you for making me feel good, I licked Mr. Kevin's large member.
My previous boyfriend of the same age would finish quickly when I did it orally, but
Mr. Kevin lasted long.
He didn't release for a while.
Then Mr. Kevin lifted me up,
and took me to the bed.
He fondled my breasts with his left hand,
sucked my right nipple with his tongue,
and caressed my sensitive spots and there with his right hand.
It was the first time I was stimulated in four places at once.
I climaxed multiple times.
Mr. Kevin's large member entered,
reaching deep inside,
and I climaxed over and over again.
And that day, we did it multiple times until night.
Now, we've become good friends with benefits.
