It was a big day for Bill, and I knew he was ready for whatever his defense committee threw at him.  The problem was, though, Bill didn’t think so.  He was having a problem with personal confidence.  His work was stellar, well-documented, supported by all the available facts, and moved his particular specialty in chemistry forward, as a Ph.D. has to. 

I was never sure whether he set ridiculously high standards for himself, or something in his past or personality never let him think that what he did was good enough.

We met during my first week in the graduate school program at a major US university, a top school for doctorate-level chemistry.  He was in his third year, already well into his research.  We shared a lab and a research adviser.  He was brilliant – one of those students that faculty and other students enjoyed having in seminars, the kind of budding scientist who enjoyed sparring about various uncertainties and hypotheses, but who readily admitted he didn’t know something rather than spread bullshit.    

And, on a very non-scientific level, I thought he was cute.  Really cute.  Outdoorsy, fit, and not wimpy. He was one of those guys that you met and instantly wanted to get to know better. You know, the kind of guy whose eyes you could just fall into and who gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, and perhaps a warm and moist feeling between your legs.  That was Bill to me on the first day I met him.  During that first five seconds after our adviser introduced him at the “Welcome to the Chemistry Department” cocktail party, my mind filtered out all the other noise and talk I should have listened to, and instead got me thinking about sex and semen and lust.  He brought out a side of me that I knew I couldn’t keep buried, but that I had also promised myself would not rule me like it had for a while in college. 

Someone to the side caught my eye – a very attractive but studious-looking girl. I broke from my imaginary reverie with Bill and heard that her name was Barbara, a grad student in language studies and political science.  She was also Bill’s girlfriend.  I shook her hand and smiled, and did a mental measurement: beautiful clear blue eyes, light brown hair, a sincere smile, and what appeared to be a really nice figure.  Damn it, after speaking with her, I liked her!  I immediately had a feeling that she was a great young woman who would be a good friend.  As I talked with her and enjoyed some wine and bacon-wrapped scallops and other treats, my mind took a brief detour back to lust, and I pictured her enjoying Bill’s cock, giving him a nice slow sensuous blowjob of the type I like giving.  I wondered if she was a “missionary” girl, or an adventurous one.  She gave me an athletic vibe, so my appraisal of her was that she enjoyed Bill, and maybe other guys, in any and every way she could.

So we actually did become friends, and I did not push Bill in any way, shape or form into a physical relationship with me.  I met a few other guys and settled into a nice cozy “open relationship” with Bob, a classmate of hers.  Barb and I enjoyed many of the same things – drinking, reading, sex, movies, did I say sex, etc etc.  I came to realize that if we had known each other in undergraduate school,  we’d have made quite a “team”. 

So.  Here we are a few years later.  Bill is set to defend the work he’s done for the past several years.  I have sat in on many practice defense sessions, have helped him run every possible challenge scenario, played devil’s advocate, and tried to fluster him with purposely stupid questions.  He was great during all of it.  He showed up the morning of his defense a different man, saying he couldn’t stop thinking that he forgot to do something, that one of the faculty on his committee wouldn’t think his work was worthy to pass muster, and more and more negativity in that horrible spiral that started as nervousness and led to incapacitation.  He and I were sitting in his office, and he was a nervous wreck.  I told him to call Barbara, and he did.  He talked to her, but just couldn’t calm down. 

Barbara asked to speak to me.  She told me that he hadn’t slept well for days, and that he hadn’t been able to “get it up” for at least a week.  She hadn’t been able to do more for him for two days since she was in NY at some UN meeting with her polisci adviser, and she felt that a nice calming hand would do wonders to bring him around.  She knew that I liked Bill, and that I had been attracted to him from our first meeting.  She also knew that he found me attractive – she and Bill and my guy and me had partied together, gone skinny dipping and naked hot tubbing and flirted and played strip poker, and she knew that he enjoyed spending that sort of “down time” with me.  Barbara came right out and said that I could probably do Bill a world of good…

“I know Bill would relax and do great if you could take his mind off everything for a few minutes.  Help him reset.”

“Barb, what are you asking me to do,” I whispered into the phone, knowing in my heart what she was going to say next.

“Erin, I’ve known since day one that you like him.  You’re one of my best friends, and I wouldn’t ask you to do something you wouldn’t want to do.  But – as a friend to me and to Bill – you know he needs to re-center.  Please take care of him.”

“Barbara, I … I don’t feel right about this … I think…”

“Erin, are you and Bill alone in his office?  There are about two hours before his defense, and if it were me there with him, I’d have him bend me over his desk, fuck me hard and then I’d give him a blowjob.  I’m not there.  You are.  And from what I have heard from Bob, you give a memorable bj.“

“Barb, wow.  I’m honored that you trust me with him, but …”

“Stop. Tell you what.  Put me on speaker.”

“Bill?  Are you listening? Are you OK?  Is Erin helping you to calm down?  I love you, and want the best for you.”

Bill replies “,I’m just so nervous about the grilling I’m going to be taking later.”

“Bill, honey, from everything I’ve heard, you’re gonna ace it.  Erin agrees. You are so prepared for this, that you are gonna sew this up like a pro.  When I get home tonight, I’m gonna fuck and suck a brand-new Ph.D. - you!  That’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a long time.   And if I were there, I’d do you right now.  That would sure calm you down, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes. It would.  Its been so long since I’ve even been able to think about it”

“Well, how about this.  I just asked Erin to take care of you.  I would love her forever if she could take care of my man at this very moment.  Erin? Still there?”

“Yea.“ And I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I had been dreaming about sucking his cock, but being the good friend, it was an unrequited dream.

“Erin, would you please do me a huge favor, and give Bill a huge present?  Would you please give him a blowjob, right now, in his office? Please?”

I looked at Bill, with a slightly shocked look in my eyes and a completely blown-away look in his.

Bill stammered, “Barb, you’d let me do that? OMG.” 

My dream was about to come true.

“Bill, I’m letting Erin do that, and I’m hoping you enjoy the gift she’s about to give you.  Erin, could you switch to a video call?  I’d like to watch it.  I’m in my hotel room, sitting here naked, intensely turned on by the thought of you blowing my boyfriend, while hoping he has a great time and calms down.  Can you set the phone up so I can watch?  It’ll be like those gloryhole vids we watch sometimes, only we’ll both know whose dick it is.“

“No problem.  We’re going to move over next to the file cabinet so no one will see us….”

With that, I stood up and rubbed Bill’s crotch through his dress pants.  I could feel the stirrings of an erection starting.  I unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the chair.  I took one of Bill’s hands and let him feel my boobs.  The erection stirred even more.

“Barb, the video link is up.  Bill is standing against the wall, and I figured you’d like to see the action from start to finish.  I’ve got my blouse off – here, take a look – and I’ll set the phone cam so you can watch what we do.  This is so kinky – but fun.  What do you think, Bill? This going to be fun?”

“OMG Erin – this is so great.  I mean – this is so nice of you – I mean, I never thought…”

“You can thank my good friend, your girlfriend.  I have tried really hard for years not to do this, and now I have her permission, and encouragement.   Try not to smile too hard, my mouth is a gift to you from Barbara!  Now, let’s see what we have in here.”

I positioned the camera so it took a nice wide shot of Bill’s crotch and my head.  I wished I had another person to hold the camera.  Maybe I’d let Bill hold it..

“Bill, can you hold the camera so Barbara can see what I’m working with?”

He held it out and focused it on his crotch, listening to Barbara directing him on speaker.  I undid his belt and pulled his pants down.  Boxers.  Funny, I had always figured him to be a tighty whitie guy.  I reached up through the opening on his leg, and wrapped my fingers around the hot tube of meat I found.  I pulled his shorts down.  He was still flaccid, not huge but not small by any means.  As it enlarged, I could see that it was an awesome instrument of pleasure for Barb and whoever else.  It was nicely smooth, pale light brown with a darker ring by the nice thick head.  He was not shaved bald, but apparently, Barb liked a nice close trim.  Near the very tip, he had the cutest freckles.  There were two on the tip of his head that were placed about a quarter inch apart, directly to his left side of his slit and about a quarter inch from it.  When looked at sideways, the freckles and slit formed a cute smiling face.       

I was going to enjoy this.  His cock was slowly engorging but pointing down.  Not hard yet. Without using my hands, I opened my mouth and just enveloped his cock, as I said, “Let’s help this along.” 

I held his balls in my left hand, and looked up at him and gave him a smile with cock-filled lips. 

“OMG, Erin, that is so sexy.  I wish it were my mouth, but you’re doing so well.” Barb’s voice came over the speaker, and I could tell she was really enjoying watching. 

I moved my head back, allowing Bill to fall free for a second.  He had transitioned to a significant erection.  I’ve always enjoyed giving blowjobs to my friends, and I remember so many of them by the picture I was seeing just then – beautiful big cock staring at me, eye level, wet from me.  I could see a tiny droplet of pre-cum emerging from Bill’s slit. 

“Erin, how does he taste?  He looks great!“

I gave his cock a little squeeze, and it drew some pre-cum out to a nice-sized drop. 

“Barbara, I tasted a little pre-cum, and look – there is a nice drop, coming right out of that cute little face!  I bet it’s going to taste so good.  Thanks again for this treat.  Bill – focus on the tip of your cock, show your girlfriend…”

“Ohhh – I see it.  Take it in. let me see your tongue French kiss that little mouth on his cock!” 

I made sure the camera had a good angle.  I extended my tongue and licked around the head of Bill’s cock, then inserted my tongue right into the slit.  I always love doing that with my friends.  I slowly pulled the tip of my tongue around, and there was a visible amount of pre-cum forming.  I put his tip between my lips and applied some suction.  Strings of pre-cum stretched between my lips, then were wrapped around my tongue and brought in my mouth.

“There is a huge among of pre-cum now, and it tastes delicious.  Barbara, you’re a lucky girl to feast on this as often as you want.  I am jealous. And I love that little face watching me!“ 

“Erin, enjoy it – you’re earning every bit of it.  I’m glad you’re letting me watch.“

I could tell by the way he was standing and shifting his weight and tensing his legs – Bill was close.  I took a quick look at the wall clock.  We had about a half hour before he was going to be standing up in front of his committee, so I better wrap this up.

I took him out of my mouth, and licked from balls to tip, around the head, then gave him a few minutes of pumping.  Never having “done” Bill before, I could only guess where he was in the process.  All guys are pretty much the same, but each one has an individual “tell”, and I didn’t know Bill’s.  I asked him to knock on the file cabinet when he was getting close.

I looked up at him.  “Bill, we must get to your conference room pretty soon.  I want you to cum in my mouth, and I want Barb to be able to see everything.  I don’t want any cum on your pants or shoes or in my hair – I want it all in my mouth so I can swallow it.  Let me know when you’re ready to shoot, and I’ll hold your cock and make sure it’s aiming into my mouth.“

I wanted Barbara to see his cum squirting, and see it pooled in my mouth before I swallowed.  I looked at him again, right into his eyes, which were starting to close.  I let him pump in and out. I could feel his cock hardening and could hear Barbara moaning over the speaker.

“OMG Erin, he’s so close – please let me see him gush and see your mouth full of his cum!  He isn’t a forceful squirter, but he isn’t a dribble either.  It’s like a slow faucet, but there is lots of cum.”

I heard the knocking on the file cabinet at the same time he tensed up and his balls felt like they were going to burst.  I grabbed his cock with my right hand, and slowly backed my head away to a point where the tip was right at the entrance to my mouth.  My tongue worked the tip, doing circles around the sensitive smooth skin while my left hand pumped from his pubic bone up to where my right hand firmly kept his air on target.  I’ve given more blowjobs than I can remember, and I’ve gotten pretty good at keeping the cock in my mouth when it squirts.  I learned from a very early age, back when a lot of my blowjobs were done on dates in parents’ cars or in family rooms when parents were watching tv in another room, that the best way to not make a mess is to swallow all the cum.  It took lots of practice, and my friends never seemed to mind.  And now, with my friends having their own cars and apartments and no one really caring what “kids” our ages do, I still liked keeping the load inside me. 

But my little adventure with Bill was being watched and Barbara wanted to see the action. So, I rested his cock on my tongue, holding it out about a half or three-quarters of an inch so Barb could see the ejaculation.  I kept my tongue slightly curled and was planning to funnel most of his cum “downhill” right into my mouth. Sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn’t.   

I felt his cock start to throb and pulse, then felt an immense amount of thick, hot cum streaming along my tongue deep into my mouth and filling between my cheeks and tongue.  I’m glad he isn’t a squirter.  I was able to keep most of it on my tongue, but some did drip off and down my chin, ending up on my boobs and chest.

His orgasm last about forty-five seconds and I had a hard time keeping that amount of cum in my mouth.  I finally put a lip lock on his cock and looked up at him and smiled as I ran my lips up and down the length, drawing out whatever was left behind. 

I opened my mouth and looked up at him, then into the camera, swirling my tongue around, showing what was one of the biggest loads I’d taken in a long time. 

Barbara moaned over the speaker and said, “OMG Erin, that was wonderful!  Can you swallow it all?  I can’t believe how much cum you can keep in your mouth!  I wish I was there to snowball it with you! “

I swallowed slowly, sensually, letting Barb and Bill see every detail, and finally moaned, “Mmmmm!” and licked my lips, showing them my empty mouth. 

“Erin, look, there is some more cum on his dick, and I see some on your chest.”

Sure enough, there was a huge drop forming up coming out of the “cock smile” as Bill’s dick slowly deflated.  I pointed to it and to the drops dangling from my boobs, saying, “Can’t let them go to waste.”  I moved closer to Bill, got my wide-open mouth directly under his cock, and moved up, taking it into my mouth.  With a lip clamp, I pulled another small amount out and kept it on my tongue.  I showed them my tongue, then swallowed my remaining treat with gusto. 

Bill surprised me when he bent down and ran a finger along my breasts, collecting the cum that had taken up residence on them.  As he raised the cum-coated finger up to my face, I opened my mouth but he said, “No, this is a treat for me!”  He sucked the cum off his finger, and swallowed, with a little grimace. “Hmmm.  Not bad – I taste pretty good!”

Barb chimed in, “Erin, I can’t believe what he just did!  He’s only done that a few times with me, and it was always a little snowball kiss, never an intentional retrieval.  I’m impressed!“

So was I – I’m always been impressed and surprised and thrilled when guys are willing to take their own cum and swallow it.  Not many do, and I make it a point to compliment the ones that do, and mention that that usually qualifies them for an encore performance!  Which is exactly what I told Bill!

The alarm went off, telling us it was time to clean up, get dressed, and get Bill to the conference room.  I helped with his tie, and made sure he was properly tucked in with no stains anywhere.  He picked up his folder, gave me a huge hug and kiss, and left looking like he was going to conquer the world.

I stayed behind for a few minutes, making sure there was no cum in my hair or hidden somewhere I’d missed.  As I put my bra on and buttoned my blouse, I went over the events of this incredible morning in my mind.  I’d finally gotten at least of taste of Bill after all this time, and it was with his girlfriend’s encouragement on a day he’ll never forget!  He’ll never forget the day of his doctoral defense, and I hope he’ll never forget the “confidence coaches” who helped him through it.

After a few minutes, I walked to the elevator and went to the conference room where Bill would take a milestone step in his career.  I walked in, said hallo to our adviser and the rest of Bill’s committee, and sat in the back with a few other grad students who were there to listen to Bill and wish him well. 

Bill went to the podium and did a masterful job of describing the research problem he was interested in solving, outlining the research approach he used, what he found, and what he recommended as next steps to pursue some of the new ideas and hypotheses that were outgrowths of his work.  Every now and then, he looked back at me, and I smiled, licking my lips, and blew him a kiss.  I could still taste some cum that I’d kept hidden in my cheeks, and I swirled it around, reveling in the taste.  Almost two hours later, after some friendly, and not-so-friendly questioning (after all, it is a “defense” and challenges in science are the only way it moves ahead – there is really no such thing as settled science.  It is never wrong to challenge), he thanked our adviser and his committee.  Bill and the rest of us moved into the conference room next door, where the Department secretary had placed some sodas, wine and cold cuts for snacks.  The committee stayed behind, to confer. 

It is always a nerve-wracking few minutes, waiting to hear the “verdict”.  Some faculty will admit that, if you’ve gotten so far as finishing your project and writing up a thesis that passes your adviser’s scrutiny, and do well during the defense, then the time the faculty committee stays back is just their last little bit of “gotcha” before your degree is awarded.  Some real old-timers, though, have been known to be pricks and some push for a second defense.  As grad students, we get to know pretty soon who those pricky people are and avoid having them on a committee if we can. 

Anyway, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes go by.  Bill is still confident, but I could tell he was getting a little nervous.  There is a knock on the door, and our adviser walks in.  No smile, no enthusiasm, gives no clue.  He walks up to Bill and looks him straight in the eye.  All eyes are on Bill and our adviser.

Our professor has been carrying a folder, which he put down on the table.  He extended his hand to Bill’s shoulder, then grasped his other and shook it vigorously, smiling!

“Congratulations, Doc!  You did it!  Lots of hard work and you did it marvelously!  Congratulations!”  He handed Bill the folder, and in it were his formal thesis with all signatures dated today, awarding him the degree of Ph.D. in Chemistry!

Everyone went to Bill, and it was handshaking and hugging gone wild!  All of us in the grad student group were imagining ourselves in that position, months, or years in the future, and it was so rewarding to see that someone in the group actually get through it! 

My turn, and I walked up to Bill, looked him right in the eyes, smiling.  I had to stop myself from jumping into his arms, mostly due to where we are in a conference room, but also due to not being his girlfriend.  I hugged him, knowing he probably can’t feel my rock-hard nipples through all the clothes we were wearing, but I could certainly feel the modestly hardening excitement in his pants.  I whispered, “You did so well!  You handled everything perfectly! I can’t be happier for you!”

“Erin, you, and Barbara were the awesome ones!  And you, you handled my thing so well, I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said as he hugged me again and winked.

He gently and slowly broke contact but did so with a smile and parting kiss on my cheek, saying he had to call Barbara!

Watching him on the phone was like seeing an excited teenager telling his girlfriend he had just scored a goal in the big game – which is what he just did!  He scored a doctoral degree and a great blowjob all in one day!  They talked for a while, then he put his phone away with a smile.

“She’s got one more meeting this afternoon, then she’ll be on the late afternoon plane.  She’ll be home for dinner and celebration!  Erin, I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do, paperwork and stuff!  And I know you’ve probably got stuff to do too.  Do you want to come over to the apartment around 6?  We can have a few drinks and watch a movie or something waiting for Barbara to get home.”

 A million thoughts raced through my head as I smiled and said, “Sure.  See you tonight.  I’ll bring some wine and chips and dip.”

A few hours passed.  I’d changed into jeans and a nice knit blouse, no bra.  The fabric is a little clingy, and it shows the outline of my nipples when they are hard, which they certainly were now! 

I knocked on their door.  Bill invited me in, into the little apartment they share, the apartment that I’ve been to a hundred times for dinners and parties and whatever.  I put the wine and chips and a little wrapped present I brought on the coffee table and get bowls for the dip and chips.  I know my way around this little apartment.  Bill brought out three wine glasses.  He put some music on.

I sat down next to him on his right side.  Reaching over to the coffee table, I had no problem seeing the outline of an erection I’d just gotten to know so well.  I thought back to some of the parties I’d been to here, and remembered seeing that outline quite a lot, knowing that Barbara was going to help herself to it later in their room.  Seeing it right then got me thinking again.  I took a quick, quiet personal inventory:  nipples – sensitive and playful; breasts – ready to be caressed; pussy – warm and moist. 

I wanted him so much, but I tried to restrain myself, at least until I got permission from Barbara for an encore or even a threesome.

I sat up and gave him the present to unwrap.  Bill is into outdoor stuff, hiking, hunting, camping – things like that.  I got him a beautiful Buck folding hunting knife with a leather sheath, engraved with his name.  A huge smile was followed by a wonderful hug.

“Erin, you shouldn’t have.  And after the present you gave me today, you should not have bought this. I don’t know how to thank you!”

“Well, I got this knife for you weeks ago.  I didn’t know about what was going to happen this morning until we talked with Barbara – this morning!  And believe me, you don’t owe me anything.  Everything – everything – I did this morning was my pleasure.”

Of course, as I said that, I just had to lick my lips and smile for effect.  Did I ever tell you that I love to flirt?

I poured some wine into two glasses, gave one to him and held the other, and said, “Let’s drink a toast to our growing friendship, your success, and to your future!”

We clinked, drank a sip, and then, being the flirt I am, said, “And here’s to that beautiful cock of yours!  Long may he wave, and pleasure Barbara and anyone else lucky enough to meet it!”

He blushed, smiled, and clinked glasses again. 

“So, when is Barbara due home?” I asked as I pulled a chip through the dip, getting a huge amount, and letting a little bit linger on my lips, brazenly letting Bill see the thick white substance being licked from my lips.

“She boarded her flight about an hour before you got here.  She should be here in about two hours if there’s no traffic.”

I looked at him, took another sip of wine, smiled, and got comfortable on the couch, leaning on his leg and very lightly tracing the obvious erection he was sporting.

“Well, then, we have a little time. You can do me a favor, if you don’t mind,” I said as he leaned back.  I handed him his wine, and put mine on the floor next to his leg.  I rubbed the outline of his cock and started to unbuckle his pants and unzip his fly.  I reached in, and held his warm, thickening and hardening cock in my hand.

“You know, I would just love to have a nice conversation with Doc Cock.”  I pushed his pants down past his knees and took a sip of my wine.  I held his cock, stroking it and feeling it gather its immenseness.  Leaning on his lap sideways, I could see those cute freckles that caught my attention earlier today.  There they were, right on top of his slit from the angle I saw them.  A cute smiling face. 

I held it and put it right next to my mouth, as if it were a microphone, and said, “There you are, Doc Cock!  And you already have a little precum for me, I see!”  A lick, a tongue exploring the cock smile as Bill relaxed with a glass of wine, then a long, slow sensuous blowjob, the kind I love giving.

“When Barbara called before you got here, she said you might want to do this again, and it was OK for me to let you!  She said she hopes you leave something for us all to enjoy later.”

He took another sip of wine, and I could feel my pussy smiling!  It was going to be a great night, and the beginning of a new level of friendship.  As I sucked and savored the heady treats of pre-cum and cum I wondered what they or someone else would in store for me the day I would defend my Ph.D. thesis?