NTS: Focused exam week

“How are you feeling about exams?” Vi asks her boyfriend, looking up from across the library table, books sprawled out messily, a laptop illuminating her face.

“Not bad… Even though my record with Amelia, hasn’t been ideal. I’ve learnt heaps. But, yeah. Not feeling too hot even with that. I think it’s going to be a real ‘lock in’ kinda week next week. It kinda snuck up on us, huh? What about you? How are you feeling?”

She smiles, the tension in her shoulders easing, “I’m okay.”

“Of course.” He says with a wink.

She rolls her eyes and laughs, brushing his foot with her own, “No, I’m feeling confident. Everything clicked with me this semester. Maybe, if you need some help I could like…”

“Could?”

“I could move in, just for this week. Just to like, so we can study together and have a nice lil home to come back to support each other.” She blushes hard, struggling to keep eye contact…

‘So cute’

Erik grins, “Aaaaaand…”

She bites her lip, inching forward, her foot pressing against his quickly hardening bulge, “Stress relief.”

Monday:

“That’s it, baby… Right there. I was feeling a little jealous that another girl had done this to you.” Vi groans from above him, her thighs around his head, her hands leaning on the couch, “How do you like the floor?” She giggles, wiggling her hips.

Erik groans from underneath her, taking his hand off his cock, grabbing her ass, the force of his push forcing her forward.

“I might have to start doing more glute exercises; I guess my tits aren’t enough for you anymore? An ass man, you learn something new every day!”

Erik shakes his head, the movement clipping her clitoris deliciously, “Nooo Youh! Titsh! I! Laufe! I behlogn to yoush!”

She lifts her hips off him, his neck craning up, her pussy dripping onto his face; she feels a thrill of fresh arousal at his submissive desperation, “What was that? Speak up for me baby.”

“I fucking love your tits. I belong to you. Fuck, I’m obsessed with you!”

She groans and pushes her hips back down, grinding her slit along his mouth, “Right fucking answer, now make me cum baby! I need this to focus.” She giggles.

Tuesday:

Erik feels he’s absolutely aced this exam, stretching his arms above his head as he walks out, a big grin on his face.

I mean. He’s glad he did well, but the photo and the promise of what is about to come are what really had the grin plastered on his face.

He’s antsy when he’s stopped, trying to rush through the conversation as respectfully as he can.

“Oh! Hey! Nancy! You’re in my class?”

She nods, holding her books in front of her, looking a little different than when she’s in her cheer outfit. Dark blue jeans and a loose hoodie. “Yeah… You didn’t know me before, so I can forgive you.”

“Hahaaa, you better.” He says jokingly, looking over his shoulder in the general direction of his dorm room.

She giggles, looking away, rocking on her heels slightly, “How do you think you did?”

“Uhm. Good. Really good. Vi and I have been studying together so..”

“Oh cool! Uhm, do you want to study together?”

“Now?”

“If you’re free.” She says blushing.

“Uhm. I can’t; Vi is waiting for me… So..”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. That’s okay.” She says, looking disappointed.

“How about. We hang out during the break. I’ll get your number from Vi, and I’ll message you when I’m free.”

“Oh! Yeah! Great! Studying is, so boring anyway.” She says, shivering slightly.

Erik almost runs away, his dick pressed hard against his jeans.

Nancy’s body hums, she looks around, Erik disappearing around a corner, she nibbles on her bottom lip, pressing her books closer against her chest, the sensitive tips rubbing against the hard of the books. She spots a fellow cheerleader, arm in arm with her footballer boyfriend, “H-Hey! Need a third!?” She asks, stepping over, face reddening as their eyes fall on her.

…

He leans back on the inside of his dorm room door, his head back, low groans coming from his throat, Vi’s nails rest on his lean abs, dragging down slightly, squatting down in front of her, she looks up at him with hooded lashes, “Naughty boy. Here I am, vulnerable, horny, and you thought ‘hmmm, let me talk to another woman’.”

Erik groans, reaching down to grab her head, only to groan again when she playfully slaps his hand away.

“Mmmm mm,” she moans softly, “No touching. Just try to stay standing; I think you deserve a little punishment.”

“Oh fuck me, Vi… Feel free to punish me even more… I gotta talk to more girls.”

Vi giggles around him; the vibrations run through his meat as her throat vibrates. She pops her lips off and presses the flat of her tongue against the tip of him before sinking back down again, slurping and growling around him, her head moving in half circles as she progressively takes him further down her throat.

“Fuck me…. You’ve gotten so much better at this.”

“Hrrmph?” She slowly drags her mouth off, swirling her tongue all the way out before letting her tongue fall out, flicking the sensitive tip as she gives him a sexy, knowing look, “I wonder why?”

Wednesday:

The couple are grateful that their exams today are later in the day, Vi at 2:30 pm, Erik at 4:20 pm.

She snakes down under Erik’s arm, putting her face against his neck; she nuzzles in and breathes deeply, “Hmmm. Maybe I should just move in?” The early sun peering into their room, the clock on their phones reading 9:30 am.

Erik smiles, one hand around her shoulders, rubbing her arm lovingly. “Like, permanently?”

“Yeah, you don’t want me to?”

Erik laughs, closing his eyes, “Wake up like this every morning? How could I possibly say no?”

“Really?” She asks, looking up at him, her voice still slightly croaky.

“Why not? Next year? I think Sai has to officially ‘move out’ but… Yeah… We should try.”

Vi’s heart swells; she nuzzles into his neck again, “I love you, Erik Doe.”

“Government name goes crazy,” he grins, hugging her tighter and kissing her forehead, “I love you too, Vi… Doe.”

She giggles, holding him just a little bit tighter, taking in the smell of him.

“That has an amazing ring to it.”

Thursday:

After having some fun in the shower together in the morning, Vi sounded louder than the water hitting the ground as she pressed her chest against the tiled wall, Erik kissing her neck, the slickness of their bodies rubbing against each other, his hands gripping her hips, his wet length teasing at her entrance, the slickness their bodies produce and the water of the shower mixing down their legs.

The couple's shower was much longer than average.

Erik looks over from the desk, Vi having claimed her place on the carpet, sits cross-legged on the floor, typing away, glancing between her handwritten notes, her textbook and the monitor screen.

“Love you.”

She looks up at the sound of his voice, surprised at first, before settling into something soft. Something reserved for him, her eyes swimming with pure love.

“Love you too.”

…

His phone buzzes on the desk. He figures it’s Vi. It’s been about three hours since she left, probably heading back to the dorm, maybe asking about some food?

He chuckles, typing out a quick reply. Putting his phone back down, sighing softly to himself.

Mrs Revers exam is tomorrow. It’s been, well, it feels like it’s been a while since he’s had a session with her, or even heard of her for that matter. His eyes scan the notes in front of him. Questioning if he should use that lifeline, to send a quick clarifying question. What’s the harm, right?

Well, the harm is that he’s fallen behind Marcus. Again.

A sudden pang of devious debauchery hits him, the familiar voice reminding him of his darkest lust.

‘She’s forgotten about you with Marcus.’

The thought is incredibly thrilling.

She responds not even five minutes later.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

“Fuuuuuuck mmmeeeee.” Erik stares wide-eyed at the photo.

Message from ‘my girl’

He taps the notification.

If his eyes could open any wider. They would.

Friday:

End of exams, end of having responsibility. At least for two weeks, to be exact.

Vi pushes him back on the bed, ripping her shirt off; she crawls on top of him and kisses him deeply. Her tongue falls into his as she wrestles him, her hands cupping his face with fervent passion. His hands rest on her waist, holding her as close as humanly possible.

They moan softly into each other's mouths, breathing each other's air, feeling each other's warmth against their own. Vi reaches down for his shirt; he lifts to help her slide it off; she crashes her lips against his again, nibbling his lower lip with a seductive giggle.

He looks into her eyes and grins, cupping her cheek, which she leans into gratefully, the other hand reaching behind her, and popping her bra off with just a single hand, an impressed smile finding her face.

She sits up and slides her arms out of the bra; it falls forward onto his bare chest.

“Beautiful.”

“Handsome.”

She comes down again, kissing him deeply, a perfect cocktail of lust and love between them.

Erik manages to slide her jeans off, crawling backwards on the bed, Vi giggling and biting her lip, watching as he pulls her soaked white panties down her legs, clenching them between his teeth. He moves up, kissing the inside of her thighs, pausing to eat her out, to service her.

She grabs his hair softly, wordlessly guiding him to come to her; she kisses him, softly. She reaches down between them, her hand finding his hardness, guiding him downwards, lifting her hips off the bed; she takes him inside her.

Her exhale is exhilarating to Erik; his groan is the same to her.

The sex is slow, so slow. Erik has one hand on her waist, the other caresing her cheek; her legs are pretzelled around his back, the moans she’s letting out are those of someone making love with their soulmate, soft and silky smooth. Different from the lust-filled moans that she’s capable of.

Erik’s movements are slow, controlled; the couple can feel every single inch of each other, the warm slick sensation of her coating around him, the feel of her pert nipples dragging on his bare chest.

Vi feels every single motion from him. Each ridge dragging alongside her warm, velvety walls, the feeling of his length reaching deep inside her, the sensation, the craving of his head pressing against, what feels like her womb. A part of her begging to be filled with his seed, to accept him into herself. Her hands find his arm, every crease of his lean muscles rippling as he holds her.

She convulses, holding him close; the grunts and groans are indistinguishable from each other, the couple finding the perfect rhythm, as they often do, to be as one as possible, to be as close as possible.

Her body climaxes and coaxes him, begging him to fill her more, every spurt of hotness into her only solidifying their love, their lips meeting uncoordinatedly. Their eyes closed.

Not a word needs to be spoken as he finishes inside her; not a word needs to be said as she finishes around him.

The ecstasy and pleasure they find with each other, remains incomparable.

Does Erik beat Marcus in the exam? You decide.

Poll closes 28 October!

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Let me know if you like this interactivity? Thought it would be fun for people to influence the Amelia story line (sometimes) since it’s very different from DOM path !

Let me know!!

-AP <3