Amy, stressed student - QnA

Curse my procrastination. I had three finals over the next week and I had barely started studying. Textbooks sprawled across the room I had reserved in the library as I reviewed my notes, worked through practice problems, and emailed TAs.

I had finally managed to enter something of a flow-state when I heard a knock at the door. Through the sliding glass I could see some guy I didn’t know.

I considered for a moment just ignoring him, but sighed. Maybe he’s library staff or something.

I slid the glass door open a little. “What do you want?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you have this room reserved?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Yeah. There’s a schedule posted on the door, see?” I pointed to the timetable showing I had this room for the next three hours.

“Change.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “No. There’s a schedule posted on the door, see?” I pointed to the timetable showing this room was open for the next three hours.

“Fantastic! So do you mind if I join you?” He got this stupid grin on his face. I had only known him for a couple seconds and he was already giving me terrible vibes.

“I’d rather study alone. There’s other open rooms in the library you can use.” I really needed solitude in order to focus.

“Change.”

“I’d rather study with my friends. They’re going to be here any minute. There’s other open rooms in the library you can use.” I really needed to have friendly faces around in order to focus.

“Dangit. Change.”

“Sure! I’d rather have someone nearby so it’s not so sterile here.” I opened the door wide and let him in. He casually took a seat directly across from where I had been situated. I really needed some background noise in order to focus.

I sat back down and got to work again while the guy looked at me. Eugh, the way he was eying me up definitely cemented the bad vibes I was getting from him earlier. If I hadn’t needed the extra noise in the room I definitely would have asked him to go away.

The only time he took his eyes off me was to glance out through the glass wall at a few other students milling about the library. “No, no, that won’t do. Too public.” I heard him mutter under his breath. Then he turned back to me and spoke out loud. “Hey, what’s the wall of this room made of?”

“Glass.” I pointed to the glass wall separating us from the rest of the building.

“Change.”

“Water.” I pointed to the waterfall separating us from the rest of the building, its deafening roar nearly drowning out our conversation.

“Too loud! Change.”

“Candy.” I pointed at the licorice wall separating us from the rest of the building, its sweet scent filling the space completely.

“Ooh, that’s a fun one. Might draw too much attention though. Change.”

“Stone.” I pointed at the wall leading to the rest of the building, only differentiated from the other three walls by the door.

“Perfect!”

The question answered, I returned once again to my book. I was happy to have something to distract me and break up the monotony, even if he was pretty creepy.

Several minutes passed by. I was starting to feel pretty good about this. The material was becoming more and more clear to me. Maybe I’d actually be able to pass.

“Alright, let’s get to the good stuff. What are you studying?” I was once again pulled from my studies by one of his questions, but I never minded answering.

“Complex Variables.” I showed him the cover of my textbook, displaying the Mandelbrot set.

“Change.”

“Environmental Ecology.” I showed him the cover of my textbook, displaying a wise looking owl.

“Change.”

“Neurochemistry.” I showed him the cover of my textbook, displaying a stylized image of a brain.

“…Change?”

“Film making.” I showed him my laptop screen where I was reviewing footage from the final shoot.

“Change, dammit!”

“Speedrunning.” I showed him my monitor, with my name at the top of the leaderboard.

“Change!”

“Quantum mechanics.” I showed him the cover of my textbook, displaying an image of two electrons with different spins.

He sighed. “Dang. Guess she’s too innocent. We’ll have to take the long way.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that or why he was disappointed in my answer, but it didn’t matter. He was just background noise anyway, so I tuned him back out and got to work again.

He cracked his knuckles. “Well, let’s get started. How often do you masturbate?”

“Never.” It was true. I simply didn’t have any libido.

“Really? Wow. That explains it. Change.”

“Maybe once a month.” It was true. I didn’t have very much of a libido. Every once in a while my body would start acting up and I’d take care of it though.

“Better. Change.”

“Only with friends.” It was true. I didn’t have any libido myself, but my friend Julia’s favorite pastime was group masturbation so I had joined once or twice to spend time with her.

“What? Change.”

“Every morning.” It was true. I just couldn’t start the day without cumming, so I fingered myself first thing every time I woke up.

“Hmm. I’ll push it. Change.”

“Almost always.” It was true. My hyperactive libido required constant attention. That’s why I wore a vibrator taped to my clit at all times.

“Jackpot! We’re keeping that for sure.”

I squirmed in my seat as my vibe brought me to another orgasm. “Ok. Glad to answer your question.” I turned back to my notes, trying to focus on some Schrödinger quote or another.

“We’re not done yet. How many times have you had sex?”

“None.” Despite my sex drive I had never really had interest in pursuing a relationship.

“That tracks. Change.”

“Once.” I had only ever had the one boyfriend, and that was back in high school. We had sex once before I realized I wasn’t really interested in a relationship and we broke it off amicably.

“Change.”

“Probably a few dozen times.” My boyfriend of three years, Frank, wasn’t super interested in sex, but we did it decently often.

“Change.”

“Too many to count!” A wide smile broke across my face as I recalled all the wild sexual escapades I’d had over the years.

“Nice.” He leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. It occurred to me that he hadn’t actually been studying anything. He didn’t even have a bag. I considered asking him about it, but it seemed rude to pry. He just seemed to keep checking his watch.

Another few minutes of work before he spoke up yet again. “Say, what are you wearing?”

“Just a normal skirt and blouse.” I looked down at my properly buttoned up clothing.

“Boring. Change.”

“My normal ripped jeans, leather jacket combo.” I looked down at my cool clothing.

“Change.”

“A bikini.” I looked down at the clearly visible outline of the vibrator in my bottoms.

“Not my taste. Change.”

“Nothing.” I looked down past my nude breasts at the puddle my pussy was making on the chair.

“No no, we’re aiming for explicitly sexual here. Change.”

“Scuba gear.” I looked down at the snorkel in my mouth.

“Have I not pushed you far enough yet or something? Change.”

“Just a normal skirt and blouse.” I looked down at my properly exposed braless cleavage and the skirt covering only the top half of my ass.

“Ha! Full circle. I love it.”

I sat back down to get back to work. I checked my answers to learn I had actually scored perfect on the practice exam. I was going to nail this.

I looked up expectantly after a few more minutes passed. Right on cue, the man spoke up. “Let’s try this again. What are you studying?”

“Quantum mechanics.” I showed him the cover of my textbook, displaying an image of two electrons with different spins.

“Here goes. Change.”

“Titjobs.” I showed him the dildo nestled neatly between my breasts.

“Bingo! Got it in one!” He pumped his fist in the air celebratorily, and I couldn’t help but mimic his excitement, even if I didn’t know what he was so happy about.

My excitement faltered somewhat as he pulled his pants down, revealing an erection pointed directly at me. “So, would you like a study partner?”

I giggled at his bravery. “Sorry, sweetie, but I’m gay! Come back when you’ve got a pair of tits.” I enjoyed the effect I had on men from an intellectual level, teasing them was fun and all, but when it came to actual sex it was all women all the way.

His expression dropped as he saw me get back to studying, Bouncing the dildo between my chest pillows to practice making it feel as good as possible. I couldn’t help but imagine this was my fuckbuddy Julia’s cock. None of the girls I was sleeping with got the privilege of calling me their girlfriend, but damn if she didn’t come close sometimes. I turned up the intensity of my vibrator.

As expected, a few minutes later he interrupted me again. “Fine. What kind of people are you attracted to?”

“Women.” I thought of my fuckbuddy, Julia, again.

“Not me. Change.”

“Anyone rich enough to take care of me.” I thought of my sugar mommy, Julia, again.

“Not me. Yet, anyway. Change.”

“My wife.” I thought of my wife, Julia, again.

“Come on. Change.”

“Anyone who can conquer me.” I thought of my mistress, Julia, again.

“I’m definitely not that strong. Change.”

“Anyone master tells me I should.” I thought of my harem sister, Julia, again.

“Ok, what’s going on here. Change.”

“Anyone with a pulse.” I thought of my fuckbuddy, Julia, again.

“Finally!” He stood up and revealed his cock once again. I had to stop myself from drooling. “So, would you like- Woah!”

I cut him off as I leapt across the table. As fast as I could I got on my knees, tore off my blouse, and replaced the fake silicon dick with his real one.

“Hah, eager, aren’t you? Took you long enough…” I felt the warmth of his huge cock between my tits, easily 9 inches long. I gave the tip a little lick each time it got close enough to my mouth.

Sure enough, my studying was paying off. It was barely even a few minutes before he couldn’t help himself. “Shit, you’re so good at this! Where do you want me to cum?”

“Not on me!” I looked around for a napkin or tissue he could finish into.

“Not happening. Change.”

“On my tits!” I could potentially get extra credit if I could provide proof I had given a real man a titty fuck outside of class.

“Tempting, but messy. Change.”

“On my laptop!” I pointed to my side of the table, where the porn I had been using as reference was still displayed.

“What? No. Change.”

“In my mouth!” I took as much of his length into my mouth as I could, hoping to get a delicious taste. It wasn’t long before he came.

“Aaahh. Wow, was that worth it. Thanks a ton, uh…” He looked at me puzzled for a moment. “I never asked your name.”

I sat back and licked my lips. “It’s Amy, nice to meet you.”

“Heh. Change.”

“Huh?” I cocked my head and gave him a puzzled expression. “Change what?”

“Oh, right.” He smacked his forehead. “Amy, what’s your name?”

“Amy Elffson.”

“Change.”

"Helen Kettleson"

"Change."

“Cumdump Whoresdottir”

“Ha! Nice to meet you, Cumdump. Name’s Carl.”

I smiled up at him. “Nice to meet you too, Carl!”

I added him to the list of potential hookups on my phone as he said his goodbyes. Turning back to my studies, I decided I was well enough prepared for Titjobs and needed to move onto my next exam.

As I bounced up and down in my chair, bringing myself closer and closer on the silicone cock, my confidence swelled. I'm gonna nail finals for sure this year.