Some research about the university first

A few days later, Zoe sat in her room. Her mother was out shopping and she had the house for herself. Once again her eyes fell to the letter on her bedside table. She hadn’t given it much thought since it arrived. The offer was beyond confusing. Her mom had been ecstatic, of course, but Zoe had made it clear that she was still unsure, without going into too much detail, something her mother desired every time they spoke about it.

But Zoe knew the enrollment deadline was approaching quickly.

What should I do? she thought, not for the first time that day, and finally decided to take action. Cumbridge’s homepage was not very informative and looked like it had gone unchanged since the dawn of the internet, clearly optimized for Internet Explorer and other primitive browsers. There were no further details on their site regarding classes, degrees on offer, dormitories, scholarships or grants, or the university’s other offerings. The only tangible information the university website contained was the email and phone number that had already been included in her acceptance letter.

Zoe sighed. She finally moved on to Google, but the rest of the internet was just as devoid of information about Cumbridge as their own website. No news articles. No alumni network. No rave reviews or accreditations from other institutions. There wasn’t even a complaint about it on Reddit. It was as if Cumbridge didn’t exist at all. This university was weird.The more Zoe looked, the more she convinced herself it was some sort of scam.. Half an hour later Cumbridge remained a mystery. She began to wonder if this was some elaborate joke by some secret arch-nemesis. Maybe one of her old classmates? Zoe hadn’t been the most popular girl in school, but there was nobody she could think of who may have a grudge against her. She cursed softly to herself, and was about to pitch the letter into her wastebasket when she noticed a result from an interview. The short fragment, which the search engine displayed, said clearly loved my time at Cumbridge.

Zoe followed the link and a picture of a young woman appeared. She had to do a double take when she noticed the woman was wearing nothing more than lingerie, and her makeup was really standing out. The deep red lipstick pulled focus to her mouth. Zoe couldn’t help but let her tongue slide over her own lips. She started reading the interview and realized quickly that the woman was a rather famous porn star. Zoe blushed, going nearly as red as her hair for a moment. She dragged her cursor up to close the tab, but found herself continuing to read instead.

The paragraph regarding Cumbridge was not very long. The woman talked about her time there with only praising words, saying it had shaped her as a person and set her on the journey of her life. She also made note of the many friendships she had forged while attending the university, many of which were just as strong today as they were years ago.

The rest of the interview, predictably, moved on to other topics, although Zoe found herself unable to stop reading about this woman and her incredible life. She was talking about some recent projects and Zoe quickly googled her name and one of the titles. Soft moans echoed through her room as a video auto-played, showing the woman from the interview being eaten out by another woman. Entranced, Zoe only partly realized she had moved her hand down into her jeans.For a moment, it felt as if the woman was not just looking into the camera, but directly at Zoe herself, smiling at her as she began playing with herself. Soon Zoe’s own moans overlapped those in the video. She let herself lose control, glad nobody was home to catch her in such a state. Not much longer, Zoe felt an orgasm rush through her body, making her throw her head back and moan loudly through shuddering breaths. She sank into her chair, leaning back and panting. The video had ended, and once again, the Cumbridge admission letter caught her eye. She stared at it for a moment before pulling her hand out from between her legs to grab her pen to fill out the enrollment form.