To the Coffee Shop with Annalise

“You can’t just say the coffee shop without telling me which,” you reply. “Aren’t there like, fifteen on campus? You’d have to tell me before I can take you there, Annalise.”

“There are sixteen, actually, but what would you know?” Christina says. She seems a little sulky, but Annalise hops a little, rising to her feet.

“Let’s go to Holy Grounds! It’s in the divinities school,” Annalise says, and she grabs your hand, pulling you out of the hall. You turn to wave Christina goodbye, but she’s already turned away, buried in her textbook again.

The coffee shop is a neat little thing, tucked into the side of the ground floor of the Div School. Whether wispy or full, the guys all have beards, and the ladies (what few of them there are, at least) are either dressed like hipsters or Victorians, corset and all.

“So, what’s good here?” you ask.

“The Trinity was sick last time I had it,” Annalise said. “Last and first time, but Heaven knows I’m getting it again.”

You look on the blackboard hanging by the back, where the menu is written in an artisanal script. The Trinity, it becomes apparent, is a BLT.

The cashier takes your order—the two of you getting the same ‘Trinity’, though Annalise also opts for a sugary coffee confection—and in a minute, the two of you are sitting by the bar, chatting about life.

“Nope, I haven’t been reading for our Seminar class,” Annalise proudly says, and you look at her, distraught.

“You can’t be just here to party, can you?” you ask. “You could have gone to any number of the big state schools for that.”

“Hey now, tone it down with your elitism,” Annalise snorts. “We may be in the divinity school, but that doesn’t make us Gods.”

“So you are really just here for the guys,” you say, gently ribbing her to make your joke clear. She responds by resting an arms on yours, scooting closer to you to do so.

“I’m here for the guys, of course, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about school,” Annalise says. “It’s only that I’ve already read all the books that we’re covering, so why read ‘em twice?”

Oh, so that’s why she hasn’t been reading. That’s a pretty good excuse, you think.

“You’re an English major then? Or something like that?”

“Nah, I like cocks too much for that,” she says. “Maybe I’ll do gender studies, or maybe I’ll do biology. You know, you get to study both types of cocks in biology.”

“Oh, that’s something that more people should really get to know better,” you say. “I think cocks are underappreciated.”

“Exactly!” she says, pounding a hand on the table. It doesn’t even draw a stare from those around—apparently people around here are fond of making dramatic gestures to prove their point. Her other hand, meanwhile, has been sneaking under the table, running along your thigh, gradually drawing closer to your cock.

“And,” you say, following up, “maybe you should get to know mine a little better.”

It’s not exactly the smoothest of transitions, but that hardly matters with the signals that Annalise has been giving you.

“Oh, 100 percent. Let’s head over to your room. I can’t wait to get my lips around this one,” she says, giving your cock a firm squeeze. You bolt up immediately, an act which does draw looks, and the two of you quickly make your way out of Holy Grounds, moving straight back to East Hall.

Annalise +15
Christina -10