Emily gets got

What went wrong? That's the only thought I had as Trenton dragged me by the wrist to the single-occupancy bathroom around the corner from the lecture hall. It's just early enough no one is in the hallway. Thank God for that mercy. I'd end it right there if someone saw me. Only I couldn't. Not right now. I felt a sick compulsion to follow Trenton. Part of my mind thinks "of course, he won the bet" but that part recedes back as the logical side flows in. I KNOW that's not how that works. People skimp on bets all the time. Hell knows I have. But this time is different.

Time to take in my surroundings. Anything to get my mind off of Trenton's pale body as he stripped down to nothing in the bathroom. I can tell from his slightly lean physique and messy blonde hair he'd be attractive to a girl less gay than me. And maybe with lower standards than me.

The coin still works. It has to. I wouldn't be dropping my pants otherwise. It even still has a bit of a normalizing effect. It's trying to do it to me right now, but I'm biting back against it. Maybe that's how it feels for everyone? No. I remember when Abraham used it on me last night. I had no resistance. Later, I logically deduced it was the coin, but that didn't change how I felt about it. Just a calm belief that I should give what's owed. I don't have that now. My body and mind are in much more tension as I try to make them do anything else. Oh no, what if I'm not wet for this? We didn't bring lube. I can't have my first time not only be with a man but also be painful.

"Hey Trenton," I start. "What about another bet?"

I was currently turned towards the toilet with one hand on the disability rail and the other pressed against the wall. I hadn't bothered pulling my panties down, just pushing them to the left so my vagina can hang free.

"Sure, what kind?" He said, naked but his socks and shoes. His hand is on my back.

"You count to a million in two seconds and if you can't—" I tried to say "we don't do this" but it's not coming out. Oh well, one other option. I gulp and finish the bet. "I get wetter than Niagara Falls and get so horny I can't think consciously anymore."

"Heh, alright," Trenton says.

He gets to four, and that was generous. The moment he stopped counting a wave of heat rushes over me. I'm talking "I don't know what's above two" heat. I felt my vagina gushing. How literal is the coin? I bent at the knees and started to moan. Trenton took that as his cue and stuck it in.

No, I didn't suddenly explode in pleasure. I was still a lesbian, just one who is so magically horny she couldn't think straight. Or I guess, could only think straight. His penis inside me still harshed my vibe. Hard. But I barely processed that. All I could think about is him jackhammering me like no tomorrow. His technique was poor but his passion was there. He must really like me. I moaned like a mother fucker the whole way. Eventually it's over and he came directly inside of me. I didn't even care. He stopped supporting me and I slipped until my head is on the dirty floor, only protected by a mound of my brunette hair.

"Woo, I'm spent. Thanks for that," He said.

"Again," I muttered from the floor, still not done.

"Oh I couldn't possibly go again. Besides, we have class." He said. I fish the coin out of my pocket.

"Tails, you fuck me until class is over. Heads, we leave." I spat out like the words were fighting me. "Deal?" I didn't wait for a response and flipped the coin into the air. It clatters somewhere on the floor. I can only tell I won because he picks me up by my butt cheeks and gets back into ramming me.

I, in fact, do not orgasm once in this entire escapade. Trenton sure does though. A lot. All inside me. Mother fucker didn't pull out once. We tried a couple positions. He fucked me from behind, I rode him while he sits on the toilet, we fucked while standing. It was all very amateur. By the time it was over, having a man inside me for two and a half hours has heavily ruined my arousal and I've come back down with a lot of time left to spare. I'm still wet, so it's not too uncomfortable, but even that benefit starts to go as we both get sore from non-stop pounding. Why did I have to choose a junior level physics class for this?

"Can we stop now?" I whined.

"Class isn't over yet," Trenton said, not even questioning how he mentally knew that. We couldn't even pause for a break so I was still in all my clothes from back when I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. At least my jacket is off now.

Once my brain fixed itself I went back to what went wrong with the coin. Me flipping it again still worked normally. I won and we held up the deal. No matter how much Trenton wanted to go, he relented. So why did I lose the last coin flip? I'd have to call Abraham to make sure but I think it's because the coin wasn't on my person in the air. The rules didn't apply at that moment so anything could happen. But before, when the deal was made, it was so we were both bound by it. Obviously the coin can mess with the probability or people's minds, but once I caught it, it can't **** itself to flip to the winning side in the tightness of my grip. The side was determined in the air, not in my palm.

Eventually Trenton stopped thrusting into me. We both were spent, and the constant friction was starting to chaff. I got off him and grabbed some toilet paper to clean up my sensitive parts.

"Oh hey, don't forgot this," Trenton said. I turned towards him and he held up the coin. I snatched it from him in an instant. "Woah, take it easy now. I'll see you tomorrow after class?" Shit. I forgot about that.

"Yeah, let's do seven pm at the quad. Got it?" I said.

"That sounds like a plan," Trenton said.

I walked to the sink and started running water on my hair. Trenton got dressed and left. I waited about three minutes and left after him. I'd wait longer but I have a next class to get to. I went to pick up my stuff from the lecture hall.

"You know Emily, you're not going to win our little bet skipping out on class like that," Dr. Odate says without looking up from wiping the board.

"Trust me, I have a plan," I smiled.