Throw yourself into your studies

I’m not going to bore you with the details of the next few weeks as I adjusted to my new life as a scholar and a suitemate to a nympho.

As far as the studies go, I learned to grab every available moment to work on them. Between classes, during meals, while walking across campus.... I took every opportunity to have my head in a book.

I had to do that because it seemed that when my head wasn’t in a book, my cock was inside Sarah. Like I said, I won’t bore you with details, but let me just warn you — if you dream about doing it with a nympho, take all your fantasies and throw them out the window, because they’re nothing like that. What they are is ... well... EXHAUSTING.

And cool as fuck, I might add.

Sarah is unbelievable. Yes, there were the countless late-night booty calls that ultimately led to my caffeine addiction, but there was more than that. Sarah’s sex drive was nonstop, uncontrollable, and unpredictable. When the urge came on her — which it did quite often — she became possessed of a single-minded determination to satisfy it immediately.

I have to admit to a certain pride that I could apparently satisfy her. I fully expected her to be banging half the guys in the dorm, the way I heard her dad talk about her condition that first day, but as far as I could tell, I was the only one who was experiencing the benefits of her nymphomania.

Some days she might be satisfied to come in my room as soon as Kendra left for her first class for a morning session. Many is the time she joined me in the shower, and I had to go buy some of those stupid duck stickers for the bottom of the shower to keep from one of us slipping and breaking a bone.

One day I had just gotten out of class and was walking to lunch when I got a text message from her. It said, “Library. Second floor. Study Carrell 3. NOW.” I went there, stuck my head in to see if she was there, and was practically pulled off my feet as she grabbed me, pulled me in, and pulled my pants off me. That day I not only missed lunch, but I missed my next class. I still don’t know how we didn’t get caught, because Sarah has difficulty keeping quiet. Once I’m pretty sure someone looked in the window, but it was so fogged up that he couldn’t see inside.

Sarah’s literature class, in particular, seemed to get her going. I lost track of the times she would rush in my room with some great book — Emily Brönte, Charles Dickens, or Geoffrey Chaucer — and throw it aside as she jumped me.

And then there’s Kendra. You might think I lost interest in her, but the opposite is true. I found myself more and more attracted to her, and the harder it got to find time to be with her, the more I longed for it.

We started off studying together. Then we’d go to campus events with some friends, but always sticking close to each other. Finally I asked her on a date, and to my delight, she said yes!

But Kendra is the polar opposite of her roommate in terms of sexual reservation. It took several dates before I could kiss her. As the relationship intensified, we progressed to making out in the car or when we were alone at the dorm, but whenever I thought she was ready to take it to the next level, she’d push me back and say, “Not so fast, Tiger.”

So.... I have to confess that the sessions with Sarah were not always at her initiative. More than once I’d come limping away from making out with Kendra, hard as a rock and my pulse pounding in my ears, and I’d pull out my phone and ask Kendra, “Got time for your buddy?”

This went on for weeks, and there was hardly time to think — let alone sleep. Before we knew it, Homecoming was upon us. Kendra and I were walking into the cafeteria one day as they were putting up a notice of the week’s Homecoming festivities. “Oh look! This looks like fun!” we said in unison and pointed to the sign, but we pointed at different things.

The Freshman Frolic at one of the fraternity houses seemed interesting to me. Kendra was pointing to a dance, hosted by the Alumni Association. They were at the same time. We look at each other and laugh.

“You choose,” she says.