Surely Stacy is the perfect cure for blue balls. Right?

Let's see, you can spend a few more hours walking around frustrated or screw a hot graduate student. It's not a hard choice.

Before you jump into it, though, you check her out.

She seems willing enough, with her knees pulled up to her ears and a big smile on her cute face. She's still more girl-next-door than centerfold material and her figure is more slender than voluptuous, but you've never been fixated on breast size (not that you mind a good-sized pair). Still, you expected to see the magic she demonstrated in her classroom and it just isn't here. Instead, she's just a cute girl who's willing to fuck you for science.

"You sure you want to do this?" you make yourself ask.

"Oh, yeah. Totally. Come on, what are you waiting for?"

Well, there's no **** or anything. You're pretty sure any of the other girls would take her spot if she wasn't willing... and in fact, she seemed to insist on it only a couple of minutes ago. Still, where's the magic?

Rather than just stick it in her, you decide to take your time. You want to see her smile because she wants to be with you rather than just because she's interested in what comes next.

You lie next to her, caressing her small breasts, running your hands down her stomach, stroking her hair, then kiss her on the forehead and nose before bringing your lips to hers.

She kisses you back, then pushes you away. "What are you doing, Mike?"

"Making love to you." You kiss her chin, then nibble, gently, on her neck.

"You didn't do this with Crystal."

"Maybe I should have. Or maybe you're just not Crystal." You kiss her breasts, then gently squeeze them.

She moans. "This is science. I'm doing this for my dissertation. I don't want to fall in love with you or anything."

"Who said anything about falling in love?"

Except maybe you are. Not with Stacy in particular. More with Crystal, in fact, if anyone. But more, with all of them, with the new reality that is your life. Despite having no money, despite being on the run from powerful and mysterious forces, despite having no job or career or anything, you are happier than he'd ever been... certainly happier than you'd ever been with Amber. And you want that happiness to survive... and you want to share it with all of your girls. Yes, there iss science fucking, but you don't want it to be just science. You want it to be real.

You slide down the bed, nestling between Stacy's thighs, and kiss her pussy.

"Oh, god." She thrusts herself harder against your mouth.

You can take a hint. You lick her pussy lips, then slide a finger inside her.

She spasms, then groans as you find her G-spot. "Oh, fuck, Mike."

Well, that is the idea, but you're no longer in a hurry. One way or the other, you are going to take the time to do this right.

At least that's the plan.