I gave a virgin his first blowjob—and made sure he’d never forget it.

I’d often catch him sneaking glances at my ass when we met up. Not that I made it easy for him—I usually wore short pajama shorts during our late-night study sessions, and they didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination.

One night, I opened my laptop without thinking and instantly realized I’d left a porn tab up from a pretty intense solo session the day before. I shut it fast and casually said, “Ugh, laptop’s dead. Let’s use yours.”

He handed me his, and as I opened the screen, there it was: PH, already queued up to “Latina BJ.” I tried not to laugh as he scrambled to close not one, but several tabs. He was so red-faced, fumbling all over himself.

“Damn, going through a dry spell?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He looked embarrassed for a moment, then shrugged and admitted, “I’m actually a virgin.”

I brushed it off playfully. “Eh, it’ll happen when it’s meant to, buddy.” And we got back to studying. But not really—because in the back of my mind, a wicked little idea started to form.

What if I gave him the kind of blowjob that would ruin him? Something so intense, so unforgettable, he’d compare every future experience to it… and none would ever measure up?

I started flirting more, touching his arm, brushing against him—nothing overt, just enough to make him squirm. I could see him getting flustered. And yeah, he popped a boner or two during our “study session.”

Near the end of the night, I leaned in and said plainly, “Let me blow you.”

His face lit up red—so cute—and before he could even get a full “Huh?” out, I was already on my knees, positioned between his legs.

I didn’t ease him in. I went all out—deep, wet, messy. I bobbed, slurped, gagged, took him to the back of my throat over and over. He lasted maybe two minutes before he let out this desperate grunt and came hard in my mouth.

But I wasn’t finished.
I wanted to ruin him.

I kept going, ignoring the way his body shook, the moans, the overwhelmed little gasps as I kept sucking, relentless, until he was hard again.

Round two didn’t take long. He came again, trembling, panting—and I swallowed every drop. I licked him clean, slow and teasing, as he melted into the bed.

Then my phone buzzed—a text from a friend asking if I wanted to go out. I stood up, casually got dressed, grabbed my things, and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“See you in class.”

And I left him there—mind blown, legs wobbly, still half-hard.

Fun fact: during our class presentation the next day, he sat the entire time with a very obvious boner. Guess I really did leave an impression.