Monica, fellow college student

"There's still time left in the day, did you... have someone in mind?"

You suddenly get a little bashful. "Uh... yeah, actually."

"Ooh! Who?"

"Do you know Monica?"

"Name doesn't ring a bell."

"Lemme find a picture," you say, rolling over and grabbing your phone from the nightstand. Your thick cock slaps against Ava's thigh as you do so, and she shivers with arousal. Christ, if you two aren't careful, you're never going to make it out of bed ever again. "Here we go, here's her social media."

Ava scrolls briefly, then looks at you and grins. "Someone's got a ty~~ype," she teases.

"What? No I don't!"

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Monica here is short, has dark, wavy hair, is a fencer and posts pictures of herself weightlifting, nice tits, and, oh, an incredible ass, if these pictures on instagram are to be believed." Ava then gestured to herself. "Submitted into evidence: short, with dark, curly hair, MMA and toned as hell, nice tits and an even better ass. The prosecution rests."

"...OK, maybe I have a type." You're still blushing.

"How do you know her?"

"She's in my stats section, and we chat about homework sometimes."

Ava flips through a few more photos. "Mm. Yeah, she's hot. Let's do it."

"That's it? No jealousy at all?" You were still trying to wrap your head around this.

She smirks at you. "I guess it's going to take some getting used to the idea that your sexy bisexual girlfriend is so excited about seeing you fuck other women. I guess when I put it that way, it is a little unexpected, yeah?"

You nod.

"I told you about my fantasies, already, but I want to make it clear: I want you to want it. If it turns you off, we can stop right now and just have a totally normal one-woman-one-man relationship instead of you being the... I don't know, the campus stud-king!" She starts getting a pained look on her face, worried she's messed things up.

"Hey, hey, it's OK. I'm, um, down for experimenting some more for sure, and I'm not going to lie, the idea of having a big harem of babes at my beck-and-call is... well, let's call it appealing, but you're my number-one. Got it?"

"Got it, babe. Number one... with a bullet!" She pulls a goofy face and makes a little pistol with her hand. "Pew, pew!"

You kiss her and finally pull yourself up out of bed. "I guess I should just text her..."

"How about a quick study session at her dorm? Tell her you're bringing me, too, so it doesn't seem like you're trying to get into her pants."

"...but we are."

"Yeah, but we don't want to scare her off! Unless you think your stud-magic works by sending a dick pic..."

"Let's not find out."

hey you free for some homework checking?

yeah quiet weekend :O

how about I swing my your dorm with my gf and we'll compare notes

sounds good

"Alright, and she's sent the room number. Oh, she's in the new building, nice."

"Palmerston? That is nice. Lucky her."

The two of your finish getting dressed and head downstairs, just in time to catch your mother finishing another pumping run. "Hey sweetie, here's some fresh from the tap!" She hands you a big, frothy glass of warm milk, and without even thinking about it, you chug it down. "Delicious as always, mom," you say, patting your stomach.

"Hi Mrs-- uh, Jenna," Ava says.

"Hi, darling! Did you want a glass, too?" She pulled a fresh one from the cupboard and grabbed a gallon jug. "Plenty to go around!"

"Sure thing!"

There was something intensely erotic about watching your girlfriend chug down a glass of your mother's milk that you didn't want to think about too hard. "We'll be back later," you said, as Ava drank. "Need to go do some homework with a classmate."

"OK, let me know if you'll be home for dinner!"

***

The drive to campus was quick, and before long you found yourself standing outside the dorm where Monica lived. "I can't believe you actually brought your backpack," Ava teases. "We're definitely not going to actually go over homework questions, you realize?"

"Hey, that's the cover story! It's not like I can just pull down my pants the second we step inside."

"Well, why not?"