"Mmf, mmm, MMMM" Lauren squealed, her hips bucking wildly as she came to climax. Both of her hands were working at her pleasure. In her right hand was her vibrator, in her pussy, buzzing. Her moans were muffled because in her left hand was a second dildo which she hand in her mouth. Large and appropriately shaped, Lauren loved practicing her blowjob technique on it. She'd had some free time after class and found herself on her bed, both alone and horny. Naturally then, she soon found herself naked on the bed, rubbing and tweaking the nipples of her large, perky breasts. And not long after that, her hand had slid down between her legs, her fingers sliding into her wet pussy, exploring herself as she began to moan.
I need to be quieter, she thought, and quickly found the solution. She dove underneath her bed to the set of drawers and brought the dildos out. The vibrator she'd named Ryan, for Ryan Gosling. The larger dildo was Chris, for Chris Hemsworth. Soon she was on her back again, sucking Chris and fucking Ryan. Thinking of the two of them double-teaming her like that made her even hornier. It wasn't long before she felt her first orgasm building up. Soon, two more followed. Once the third abated, she pulled Chris out of her mouth and Ryan out of her body and let them drop to the ground, unable to handle a fourth in such a short time. She lay there panting, her chest heaving, her body slicked and glistening with sweat.
If she'd had her way, she could just lie there for a while in her post-climax bliss, maybe work in a few more rounds after a bit. But she heard a familiar ding from her phone. Rolling over to her side, she picked it up. It was a reminder: Tutoring Session, the screen read. She sighed. In an hour, she had to be at the library to meet with Tom, her math tutor. Lauren didn't want to get up, but she was failing her math class. Tom might be her only hope for passing. Stupid university, she thought, sliding off the bed, why do I need to take math anyway? I'm a nursing major, for God's sakes. She grabbed her towel, flip flops, and caddy before heading off to the shower. Under the stream of hot water, soaping herself up, she had to strongly resist the urge to rub another one out. No time, sadly, she thought. But she took a long while anyway, luxuriating in the warm of the soapy water running over her.
Finally, she stepped out and walked back to her room. She toweled her dirty-blonde hair dry the best she could, then tied it back into a ponytail. Looking through her closet, she settled on a pair of tight jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt, her pink lace bra faintly visible underneath. Finally, she pulled on a red leather jacket. Putting on a quick, fresh coat of lip gloss, she smiled at the mirror, grabbed her purse, and walked out to meet Tom.
Their meeting was set for 10:30, the only time that worked for both of them. Lauren walked into the library. The tallest building on campus, they were set to meet on the sixth floor. No one ever went there, so they managed to work in quiet. She took the elevator up there and walked past the shelves to a table at the corner. Tom was sitting there, the only person on the floor. Like almost every day, he was wearing khakis and a university crew sweater. He was tall and slender, with caramel skin, close-cropped hair and a pleasant face that broke into a smile when he saw her coming. "Hi," he said, as she sat down, "How you doing?"
"I'm good, how are you?" she answered with a returned smile, taking off her jacket and sitting down next to him. "Except this math homework is really hard. I'm gonna fail this class."
"No, c'mon, I'll help you understand this. It's what I'm here for," Tom said reassuringly. He opened her textbook to the first problem. "Ah, so you just have to take the antiderivative of this function."
"But I don't know what that means!" Lauren cried out, then narrowed her eyes, annoyed as Tom shushed her. "Oh, come on, no one's hear. No one could hear us anyway." She folded her arms across her chest, "There's no way I'm gonna learn how to do this!"
"Sure there is," Tom answered in a soothing voice, "Here's how you take an antiderivative..." and he began to write down on a piece of paper. They continued to work for about half an hour. Lauren had made some progress, but still felt frustrated and overwhelmed. There was no way they were going to finish the assignment in the remaining half hour.
"Okay," Lauren said, "I figured out the antiderivative, but what about the fundamental theorem? And these distance problems? This assignment is due tomorrow and I'm totally fucked!" She felt frustrated and overwhelmed, with a headache coming on. "Tom, can't you please just do this assignment for me?" She pouted, sticking her lip, and her chest, out.
"Lauren, we talked about this," Tom answered with an edge in his voice, "I'm not going to do your homework for you. Stop asking."
"Come on, I'll pay extra," Lauren let a pleading tone creep into her voice as she begged him, "I really need to get this assignment turned in. You know that there's no way I'm gonna be able to do this."
"Pay me extra? If you get caught, we're both gonna get into serious trouble. We might get expelled. There isn't enough money for it to be worth that. Now, c'mon, we've got a half hour left. I bet we can get a lot more done."
Lauren pouted, but then looked over at him, "Hey, I'm sure we could work something out." She scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his thigh. "Anyway, who said I was talking about money." She leaned forward to kiss his neck gently, holding him towards her with her other hand on his shoulder.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" Tom asked nervously, trying to move away. But Lauren kept a firm hand on his leg, still kissing his neck. She pulled away, but her hand stayed still, firm on his shoulder.
"Oh, I've seen you looking at me," she answered with a smile, "I know how much you want me."
"Well, yeah, of course," Tom answered, shifting uncomfortably. Lauren guessed that there was a growing bulge in his khakis and smirked to herself. "But this isn't... I mean, we're in the library!"
"No one ever comes to this floor," Lauren answered in a soothing voice, the hand on his thigh moving to his crotch to feel. I was right, she thought with self-satisfaction. He grew against her flat palm, but tried to shift away from her. "Let me do something for you... quid pro quo, right?"
"Well..." Lauren could hear that Tom's hesitation was failing. She almost had him. She grabbed his hand and moved it to her chest. His fingers automatically closed around it. His other hand moving up, he started groping and squeezing her 36DDs. "I guess a trade wouldn't be the worst idea in the world..."
