NTRR: Exam week trial run

Vi looks at Erik, her feet fidgeting together, nibbling on the end of her pen, the shadow of an excited grin starting to dawn on her face, “Erik?”

“Hmm?” He responds, looking up with a smile, pulling an earbud out.

“How are you feeling about exams?”

“Erik looks down at his notes, and then up again with a proud look on his face, “Honestly. Fucking great. I’ve never felt this prepared before, just, I don’t know. So much weight off my shoulders recently.” He chuckles, “I think it was affecting me a lot more than I thought.”

“The…?” She trails off, looking around.

“Yeah. The..” He lowers his voice, “The voice in my head.”

“I swear if you keep calling it that I’ll actually punt you to the moon.” Vi replies, shaking her head.

Erik grins.

“Well…” She begins, “Do you want to… Test run it?”

“Right now?”

“Like… During Exam week.” She gives him a stern stare, “But a test run. I mean it. Just. Chill. It’s still exams and we shouldn't go too crazy, right?”

Erik sinks his nails into his thigh, doing his best not to show his absolute excitement, “A test run? What…What would that mean exactly?”

“Well… I’d go… out… and… y’know… Not to tell you who… or what… or where…”

Erik swallows, the majority of his blood flow already pooling in his groin, “Maybe… For the test run… You take pictures?”

“Hmmm.” She glances at the desk, smirking “Not really NTRR then is it?”

He chuckles in response, “I guess not… But I think this would be a better way to ease into it. Is that… Okay?”

Vi’s brow furrows, her shoulders tensing; she replies softly, her eyes soft, “Of course it is.”

“I guess we’re on for this?”

She grins, “Yeah. You gonna be able to handle it? Cuck.”

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Monday:

Maybe it’s for the best that Erik was fortunate to have an exam today; Vi did hint at the fact that she would take it a bit easier on days he has exams, so as not to completely divert his focus from the important stuff.

But that wasn’t to say she wasn’t still playing the role Erik has so desired from her

“Your exams are tomorrow and Thursday, right?”

Vi turns to look at him, pointedly turning her phone away from him, “Mhmm. Why?”

“Just so I know when to expect… Y’know.”

She cocks an eyebrow, barely holding back her laughter, “Expect what? Attention? Don’t be desperate.”

Erik shivers, Vi looking away, but he can still see the nervous twitch in her eye as she tries to gauge his reaction.

Right. The other part of this roleplay.

Vi had the idea to play ‘mean Vi’.

She’s like a mini Ophelia.

“Okay?” She whispers nervously, holding up three fingers, starting from her pinky finger.

He nods, laughing softly, she swats his legs, flushed red.

She smiles and clears her throat.

“How’s your studying?” He asks, eager to get more of her light bullying.

“It’s fine. I don’t struggle with this stuff.” She looks down at his laptop, “Like some.”

Erik shivers with delight.

“Erik! Vi!”

The couple look up from their small library booth as a blushing, smiling Nancy approaches them, flanked by what looks like a small mountain of a man.

Vi straightens up and stands, scooting out of the booth she walks up to Nancy and gives her a quick hug, then approaches the man, “Hey Alex, this whole time I thought it was the football pads that made you look so huge.” She giggles, patting his shoulder.

Erik could pass out from the adrenaline inside him.

The man, named Alex, apparently, glances at Erik and then Vi, “Thanks Vi. You two studying?”

Vi looks back at Erik as if she had forgotten he was even there; she shrugs, “Oh, yeah, sorta, I was taking a small break.”

Nancy looks between the couple.

“Mad. Nancy and I are heading to the gym hall to study out on the field, get some sunshine and shit, come?”

Vi grins, not even turning to look at Erik for any sort of permission, “Absolutely.”

Nancy perks up, “Uhm, does Erik want to come?”

Vi shakes her head, “Nah. He’s got an exam soon, right babe? Probably don’t want to tire yourself out walking all the way there.”

Erik swallows, barely biting out his response, Vi is scarily natural at this, “Yeah. Next time.”

Vi grabs her belongings, sauntering up to the duo; she turns to Erik, casually putting her three fingers up and then giving a questioning look.

He nods subtly.

She grins, “See you later, babe!” She looks up at Alex, “Lead the way, Alex.”

Alex looks at Erik, nods farewell, then turns with the girls, Vi walking close enough so their arms brush.

She’s way too good at this.

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Tuesday:

Erik smiles softly in his room. It’s a test run for her as much as it is for him.

“Huh.”

He thinks for a moment, staring at the small screen in his hand.

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Wednesday:

Vi had called him around noon, asking about his exam and venting a little bit about her own exam yesterday. He found it a bit humorous to hear how different their attitudes and the issues they encountered during the exam were.
Unfortunately for the couple today, Vi would be staying in with Ari to help her study; allegedly, the short girl was struggling to focus and had employed Vi to help her with a specific subject.
It didn’t really make a difference to him; he was more disappointed that there would be no fun to be had today. He reflects that he’s kinda struggling to focus and study too.
The reminder from Mrs Revers to call or text at any time for assistance and pointers in the lead-up rings in his mind. He decides to give her a call; he needs the help after all.
She picks up after a few rings, clearing her throat, a soft barely audible whisper, “Stop… Erik! How are you? I’m assuming — hey! — Excuse me. I’m assuming you need some help?”
Erik feels a prickle on the back of his neck, “Hi Mrs Revers! I do indeed, is this a good time?”
“Le- Stop!” She clears her throat again, “Yes. No problem at all.” The sound goes muffled, barely coming through again, “—on! Jus— quiet!”
Erik is torn between pulling his laptop closer, or pulling his pants down, the sound of her muffled heavy breathing breaking through whatever barrier she’s trying to block the sound with.
“Uhm..” He decides to focus on work; he’s got enough on his plate with Vi, “Just a quick question on the equity topic…”
“Ah yes. Mmm,” She clears her throat, interrupted by a sharp intake of breath, “Haaaah, uh, god, the… yes, the equity valuation?”
The faint sound of shifting clothes and a distant slap.
“Go— Gooo ahead, Erik, ask your question.”
“Just the growth rate,” he says, staring at the spreadsheet on his monitor, tuning out the distant muffled feminine groan from the other end, “if it exceeds the long-term GDP, is it right that it invalidates the GGO?”
“Oooooooh, yesss,” her voice shudders, “It does. Mmh. It cannot …. Hmm. Outgrow the global economy indefinitely. It God, excuse me, it needs to be capped to long-term inflation.”
“Oh, fuck, sorry, yes. You’re right. Sorry to bother you. I totally knew that.”
“Mhm. THAt’s quite GOOD, alright, Erik… Noooo, harm at all. Please, ple— call anytime, I’m here…. Ahh, sorry, was there anything elseeee?
Erik is definitely going to need to take a break, “No… That’s all good. Thank you!”
“MY pllleeeeeasure!!! Bye!!”
She hangs up without another word. He looks down at his crotch. It’s undeniable that a study break may be in order; there’s no denying what was happening on the other side of the line… Erik just isn’t sure if it was with Leon, or with… Marcus. He swears he heard her say, Leon.- - - - - -

Thursday:

Erik feels that familiar shiver down his spine.

God.

Again.

She’s way too good at this.

He wasn’t sure if Vi had forgotten this was a thing, or if she’s doing it to give him some peace of mind, but Erik opens a ‘family and friend tracker’, and he feels a sense of relief to see that Vi seems to be on campus.

Coming to terms with the feeling of excitement at her masterful game playing and the reveal that she’s not even doing anything, is something that he’ll have to get used to living in the mystery. He chuckles to himself, putting his phone down again.

…

A few hours pass, some locked-in, focused studying, a quick dinner break and a quick break to sketch and give the logical side of his brain a well-earned rest, he finally finishes for the night, not really bothered to do anymore, he realises his phone died at some point during the day; he’s a little bit surprised he didn’t a) notice, or b) get any notifications on his laptop.

He collapses on the couch and plugs the device in.

Ding

Ding

Ding

Ding

Ding

“Shut up.” He says out loud, switching the device to silent, already annoyed by the number of notifications, before pausing and realising and remembering that Vi ma have not simply just stayed on campus and maybe…

He really needs to keep his phone charged. Erik types out a quick reply, figuring that talking too much about it would make it awkward to a degree.

And then he opens Vi’s messages.

*Missed call*

An hour or so after the last message.

That last message was a mere 5 minutes ago.

The reply was instant

Erik breathes a sigh of relief. He swaps apps, to check her location.

He laughs.

She’s been home for an hour.

Friday:

The couple's lips meet tenderly, Vi melting into his arms as he closes the door behind them.

“How’d our exam go?” She says softly, guiding him against the wall, kissing his neck, her hand reaching down to his zipper.

“Good. I think. Mrs Revers prepared us well, to be honest.”

She moans softly, tugging at his underwear, her hand grabbing at his penis, pulling it out of its confines, “Good, do you think you’re going to win?” She leans in close, “Or are you going to be cucked?”

She giggles, wrapping her hand around his cock, tugging gently, pulling him towards the couch.

Erik walks with her, being led like this; he barely manages to answer, “I hope to win.”

She giggles, sitting him down and pulling her shirt off in front of him, “Do you?” She asks sultrily.

Those are the last words spoken by the couple for the time being.

Vi tugs her leggings off, straddling Erik and sinking slowly, soaked beyond belief; there’s no resistance to her walls as she settles on him, taking him completely.

She leans forward and kisses him, the movement of her hips slow to begin with, just forward and backward, her lips never leaving his, the couple breathing entirely through their nose. Vi’s tongue melts with his, her tongue deep inside his mouth, her pert erect nipples poking into his skin.

Her hands tug at his hair, pushing and pulling, taking his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging back slowly with a sultry look, her hips never ceasing their expert gyrating.

She pulls back slightly, reaching forward, her fingers gripping his hair with some force now, pushing him back into the couch; she eyes him hungrily, her hips pushing toward him now; she giggles and tugs at his hair, forcing him to look down at where their bodies meet. The sweat runs down to her wet slit, the hint of her hips never ceasing bones poking through at the apex of her thrusts.

She starts to move erratically, losing control over her digits, her hand roughly tugging at his hair now, keeping his head in place.

The sight is too much.

“FUuuuuCK! Vi!” He groans, his cock already pulsing.

She grimaces and bites her lip, her lips parting as she feels his warm ejaculate start to fill the space inside her.

But she doesn’t relent; her hips continue to move, even when Erik claws at her, his cock sensitive; she pushes him back and growls softly, chasing her own orgasm.

The heat inside her, the pleasure that had already been building, the look on her boyfriend's face as she uses him, finally, sends her over the edge, her eyes rolling back, her hand squeezing her own breast; she squirts dramatically, “Erik! CUMMING WITH YOUR CUMMMMM!”

She collapses forward, breathing into his neck, laughing softly.

“I was so close, you okay?”

“A little bit delirious, but don’t even hesitate on doing that again.”

She laughs breathlessly, lightly slapping his chest, the mixture of their cum pooling between them.

“Messy today.” He breathes.

“Erik. I have been waiting for this the whole week. This game is dangerous.”

Erik grabs at her ass, cutting off her cheeky laughter, the slight movement sending thrills with Erik’s dick still inside her.

“You’re telling me.”

“It wasn’t too much?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all, turning my phone back on to all those texts…”

“Yeah?” She asks tentatively.

“Drove me fucking mental. I reckon I’m lucky I wasn’t bricked during the exam.”

She laughs again, still not bothering to remove him from her.

“Okay… Good trial then?”

“Definitely.” He says, his hands pulling her in tighter, “I think we can push it more next time.”

“Good… I enjoyed it too, of course you’re already thinking of the next time…. I love you.”

“I love you. So much.”

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- AP