Time Management

The next morning, Lacy yawned as she walked toward her parents’ kitchen. She needed coffee. Then she could dive back into researching the App, maybe…

She came up short when she saw her little sister Lily, slouched in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, her long legs spread lewdly. Her hand was in her crotch, frantically flicking her clit. Her eyes were closed, teeth grit in concentration. Then Lily grunted, her breath coming in long gasps. She kept going for several seconds, riding out the wave of her orgasm.

On the other side, Lily opened her eyes to see Lacy standing there, watching her. “Oh, I didn’t see you there. Morning,” she said casually.

“Morning,” Lacy replied, hoping she sounded equally off-hand. She turned to start filling the water in the coffee machine. “Isn’t it a little early in the day for that?” she asked.

Lily’s brow knit as she got up from her chair. “A little early for what? Masturbating? I was just getting in my morning ‘O’ before breakfast. Hey, you didn’t go off to college and become, like, an anti-cummer or something?”

Then their mother walked in, of course topless as well. Lacy wasn’t sure she would ever get used to that. “I’m just happy Lily here’s staying healthy. You know what they say… Ten orgasms a day keeps the doctor away!”

She and Lily said the last part in unison, then laughed together about what a cliche it was. Lacy **** a laugh along with them.

*****

She quickly discovered that this advice was just about universal. Now, it was common knowledge that women basically needed a constant stream of orgasms just to get through the day and function. That was definitely not what she wrote, but it didn’t take long for Lacy to figure out what was going on.

When women could masturbate anywhere, anytime, through all of human history, it turned out that they did just that, and they got really used to being able to come whenever they needed it, which meant they felt like they needed it more. Kind of like how Lacy had been feeling the past few days without Eric’s cock. And so, it became conventional medical wisdom that women needed at least ten orgasms a day to maintain a healthy life, because it turned out to actually be pretty true.

Lacy definitely took advantage of the new rules over the last few days of Spring Break, but still, her first move when she did get back to campus, even before going back to her own apartment, was to head over to Eric’s dorm room and jump his bones. She did not say anything to him about the guy in the bar, or anything else, really. Sometimes she wondered if she even liked Eric, you know? But she definitely liked his cock, and so far that had been enough.

But this time, well, it was OK, she guessed. Even though she hadn’t had his dick inside her in a couple weeks, halfway through it started feeling like more of the same, somehow. He was a boy in college, there were only so many tricks he had up his sleeve. Then she started thinking about the guy in the bar with the mustache, and the way he pulled her hair, and before she knew it her climax blindsided her.

Afterward, she let Eric just hold her for a few minutes, and while he did she started wondering whether he had been with any other girls over Spring Break. She kind of couldn’t blame him if he had. It must be so tempting for him, being around naked, fit girls with nice racks all day every day. Though she supposed he would be used to that? This whole thing broke her brain sometimes. And him not knowing about her changes in the App was another thing she was lying to him about.

“I fucked another guy over Spring Break,” she said suddenly. He looked down at her. “Just the once. You weren’t there and my sister kept fucking her high school friends in front of me and I was so horny and I just…”

“It’s OK,” he said. “Really. We never said we were exclusive. I haven’t slept with other girls, but I know it’s so much harder for you. For women, I mean. You need so many orgasms.”

“That’s true,” she agreed lamely. Eric was such a nice guy, she thought. He might be almost too nice, actually.

“What if we made a deal, that we can each have sex with as many other people as we want, as long as we’re honest with other?”

She thought about this for about half a second. A part of her didn’t like the idea of giving her boyfriend a free pass to fuck other women, but she didn’t feel like she had much of a leg to stand on in the matter under the circumstances. And as a trade off for getting to try out some of the other guys she saw on campus without feeling guilty, it seemed more than fair. She thought about Malcolm in her Quantum Mechanics class, and what he might be packing…

“Ok, deal,” she said.

It took her approximately six hours to get Malcolm to plow her over a table in the Student Union cafeteria. His cock definitely touched places inside her that Eric had never gotten close to. Chloe sat on the other side of the table eating a large plate of french fries (she was in no danger of gaining weight, after all). It turned out that Chloe had a similar arrangement with her own girlfriend when it came to fucking other people.

“Monogamy just doesn’t feel like it works for women today and their busy lives,” Chloe said.

“Uh-huh,” Lacy managed, while Malcolm continued to take her from behind. Each time he slapped into her, she saw stars.

A girl with dyed blue hair and a nose piercing popped out from underneath the table, her mouth slick with Chloe’s juices, long enough to say, “I heard in Sociology today that sixty percent of relationships in our age bracket are open relationships, but nobody’s really sure why they’re increasing so much.” Then she disappeared again.

The TV in the corner of the cafeteria was playing a PSA urging women not to masturbate while driving. This transitioned into a talk show interviewing the actress Emma Stone, who was promoting her latest movie.

“I know from personal experience how hard it is for a woman to make it in Hollywood while also juggling having a family and having to come so much,” Ms. Stone said. “If I can inspire just a few of the girls out there, and show they can do it, too, then I’ll be happy.”

As the audience applauded this, the host broke in to say, “OK, so now for our most popular segment here on the show, the Two Minute Challenge. You, Emma, are going to have two minutes to bring yourself to orgasm, either on your own or with the help of anyone in our studio audience. Are you ready?”

“I really don’t know if I can beat Zendaya’s time from last week, but I’m ready to give it a shot,” the actress replied with a smile.

Then Lacy sort of lost track of what was going on around her for a while. That happened sometimes.

The next few weeks passed in something of a pleasurable haze. Lacy watched the other girls in her classes often just casually rubbing themselves all the way through lectures with one hand while taking notes with the other. Lacy was not as practiced at this as everyone around her, but she found she soon got the hang of it.

When she wasn’t in class, Lacy tried out every available cock she could find. Masturbating was great, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the feeling of a real dick thrusting into her. She was the sort of girl who knew what she wanted from a very young age. Her dream was to become a physicist, maybe even run experiments in a particle accelerator someday. And that was still important to her, but these days so was getting fucked six ways to Sunday, and then doing it again on Monday.

She tried out dicks of every race and religion. Circumcised, uncircumcised, tall, short, jocks, nerds. It was a major time suck, she had to admit. Especially when she tried to find guys who would treat her a little roughly. So many guys were so interested in telling her how beautiful she was, when what really got her going was when they told her what a dirty slut she was. Those guys were out there, but they weren’t the average college guy she passed in a hallway. She had to take the time to seek them out.

At first, she had been skeptical of women needing ten orgasms a day, but after a few weeks, that started to seem low. It began to get so that when she went a few hours without coming, she started to notice. She would either get jumpy or depressed, which she eventually decided was based on her blood sugar levels.

At first, this seemed like something she should be concerned about. She was a scientist, she knew what was happening. She and every other girl on campus (and beyond, probably) was addicted to dopamine. She needed her hit of pleasure in order to function. And she definitely noticed herself becoming desensitized, too. She started having to go to further and further extremes to get off. She took to pinching her nipples in class to sort of break through the haze and get to her climax. Once a guy in her Advanced Calculus class slapped her across the face while fucking her on the hood of his car, and she came almost immediately. She started asking other guys she was with to do it, too.

But this was good, right? Pleasure was good. Feeling good about her own body was good. Getting along with the people around her was good. As addictions went, at least it wasn’t an unhealthy one, right? And sure, it made it hard to find time to study or to try to research the App, but the latter was starting to feel like a lost cause at this point, anyway. These days, a part of Lacy almost didn’t want to figure out what was going on with the App. She could feel her worldview start to fall apart if she thought about what the App could do too much. It was kind of like quantum theory in that way.

As was apparently becoming a trend among her fellow happening young people, Lacy stopped wearing even panties, preferring to go to class, to the store, and to everywhere else completely buck naked. They really just got in the way, and everybody seemed to agree it was more practical. Actually, she did feel a little bad for the squirters, but even they seemed to manage. She started to frequently notice girls bringing towels to class, which they would spread out on their chairs before they sat down. Just in case.

Despite everything, she and Eric were together just as much as before, if not moreso. In fact, she took to either spending the night in his room at the dorm or having him spend the night in her apartment. That way, she had a guy available and ready to fuck right before she went to bed and right when she woke up, without having to mess around with finding one. It just made sense from a time management standpoint.

Sometimes, she would tell him about the guys she had been with that day while she rode him, or he would describe the girls he had been with. Her stories were always more interesting than his, or at least she thought so. But she was glad to find out that other girls were willing to do things for him that weren’t always her favorite, like giving him blowjobs. She didn’t mind them, particularly, she actually kind of liked the feeling it gave her to get a guy off like that, but that feeling paled in comparison to what she got when on the receiving end of the pleasure. Now she didn’t have to feel guilty about that.

At first, they each made sure to tell each other about everyone else they fucked, because of the “honesty” part of their deal (though Lacy continued to conveniently leave out the part where she had been making changes in the App that had probably caused all of this). But after a while, it just started to feel pointless and rote, and honestly it wasn’t easy to remember *every single person* she had sex with that day, on top of everything else she had to deal with. Still, she appreciated him. He was… sweet? That was probably the word.

For a while, she thought she had everything balanced pretty well, between school and life and fucking. Things really started to go awry when she got her midterm grades back and they were… not great. Cs, mostly. She ended up having to explain this to her father over the phone with a philosophy professor’s cock in her ass (He wasn’t _her _professor, so it was fine. Right?). Her dad was actually pretty understanding, considering that she had never gotten a grade that low before. Everybody hits a rough patch at some point in college, right?

The thing was, she didn’t feel like it was a rough patch. At this point, it felt more like the status quo. It wasn’t as if she was feeling less behind this semester than she had the last. She tried going and talking to her professors, but they were usually busy (sometimes with actual academic work, even), and those that did take the time to talk to her explained that they couldn’t give preferential treatment to girls just because they felt like they didn’t have enough time to study.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Eric told her that night, as he casually fingered her between rounds, that he had fucked Alyssa Wong that morning. Lacy hated Alyssa, she was always one of those girls more interested in clothes and boys than school. Or at least, Lacy had always hated the Alyssa of their original world. Maybe she could get along with this version?

Eric even said Alyssa was one of the best pussies he ever had. He was very quick to correct himself and say that she obviously wasn’t as good as Lacy, but she could tell he was covering. It made sense. She had heard Alyssa was on scholarship with the college’s Department of Erotic Arts, which, yeah, was a thing now, apparently. When Lacy fucked, she was primarily interested in getting herself off as quickly as possible. She could see how a girl taking an alternative approach could be appealing to guys. But she also couldn’t afford for Eric to drift away from her right now. She was having trouble finding enough guys to fuck and keeping up her grades as it was, the last thing she needed was to have to find another boyfriend.

Therefore, Lacy sent Alyssa a DM, asking if the girl had any interest in coming over to her and Chloe’s apartment and maybe studying with Eric together. The three of them did not have any classes together, but Alyssa clearly understood the euphemism and wrote back that she actually was looking forward to getting to try out some of the things she had been learning in class.

Eric was not expecting to walk into Lacy’s place to find two naked women waiting for him on her slightly-less new couch (well, they were always naked these days, that wasn’t the part he wasn’t expecting), but he definitely didn’t complain. Lacy didn’t really think about the fact, until she was in the moment, that she had never been with another girl before. She had fucked dudes in front of other girls a bunch of times, but that was not at all the same thing, as she quickly discovered when she felt Alyssa’s soft mouth on her clit.

Lacy immediately judged her lack of prior interest in this area to have been a grievous error.

As she would later explain, Alyssa believed that sex didn’t just feel good, it was also the oldest and deepest form of art. A painter or sculptor expressed themselves visually, a musician expressed themselves audibly, a great chef might express themselves through taste, and Alyssa expressed herself through touch. To Lacy’s rigorously scientific brain, this honestly sounded like some bullshit, but she wasn’t going to argue when Alyssa was doing that art to her.

While Eric fucked her ass, Alyssa’s ministrations brought Lacy right up to the edge and… held her there, for what felt like eternity. She was squirming, delicious ecstasy building up inside her, shooting up through her stomach and into her spine, when she heard someone clear her throat.

Of course Chloe had walked in on them. The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, then asked, “Can I join in?”

Lacy honestly lost track of whose cock or pussy was in or on who for a while, and it was spectacular. Afterward, the three girls sat together on the couch, laughing together, while Eric fixed them some drinks.

“God, why didn’t we do that before?” Lacy asked.

“Well, it’s always so hard to coordinate schedules for this kind of thing,” Alyssa commented.

“I haven’t even had time to find one girl at a time to fuck, much less two with a penis also there for some reason,” Chloe said with a grin.

“I heard that!” Eric called from the kitchen.

“Honestly you guys,” Lacy said, “my grades are really hurting lately. I can never find time to study, much less anything else.”

“You should see mine,” Alyssa replied. “The Gender Grade Gap rears its ugly head.”

“But you study having sex, isn’t that easier?” asked Chloe.

“Common misconception,” Alyssa explained.

“Wait, what’s the Gender Grade Gap?” Lacy asked.

“Really, you’ve never heard that term?” Chloe asked. Lacy had done the majority of her schoolwork in a pre-App world, and therefore was **** to shake her head. “OK, so everyone knows girls get way lower grades, on average, than guys, right? That’s part of why we get paid so much less in the workforce.” Alyssa nodded while Lacy stared. “People studying it call it the Gender Grade Gap. Girls aren’t stupider, that’s just misogynist nonsense, it’s just that girls have so much more on their plate.”

“How is that fair?” Lacy blurted.

“Who said it was fair?” Chloe replied. “It’s life.”

Lacy picked up her phone from the coffee table. It had been a while since she had used the App. She had always felt bad that she had never really used it to fix any of the world’s big problems. Well, this felt like an opportunity. This was something she could fix.

Resolutely, she typed, “There is no societal expectation that women balance their work, home, and love lives. Society in general is very understanding of the fact that women have so many more things to deal with than men and makes whatever allowances are necessary for women to thrive.”

“Who are you texting?” Chloe asked.

“Nobody,” Lacy said quickly, putting down her phone.

As Eric returned with the drinks, Alyssa held up her hand and got to her feet. “Actually, none for me, thanks. I should get going.” She turned to Lacy. “I’ll you see in class tomorrow!”

Then she picked up her purse and left, leaving a very confused Lacy in her wake. Since when did she and Alyssa Wong have any classes together this semester?