Alicia

Things started out typical for Alicia as she arrived on campus, found Professor Williams in his office, and received a thick stack of papers to correct. After that she quickly found herself a quiet, secluded table near the back of the nearby cafeteria, grabbed a soda, opened her laptop, and got to work. That's where what Alicia considered, 'typical' stopped dead.

With no distractions Alicia quickly found herself completely unable to concentrate on the work at hand. The normal feelings of anticipation and optimism when confronted with a paper addressing a subject she didn't know much about had been replaced by annoyance. It meant more damn research. The paper in front of her was discussing the effects of **** in media and particularly sports. It focused strongly on mixed martial arts competitions, professional wrestling, hockey, and football. She was getting through her work at much slower pace, despite putting a lot less effort into her corrections and eventually just ground to a halt. Not only was her disinterest in a new subject an **** anomaly, but more than anything else it was an intense, burning sexual arousal that distracted her.

To be honest Alicia knew she wasn't being nearly as diligent and thorough as normal, but she also found herself unable to worry about it too much. The worse that would happen would be some poor kids get a few marks higher than normal after all. As distracting as her slowly moistening vagina was, she didn't realize how horny she was until she began researching this particular paper. This paper completely distracted her to the point that several times she forgot what she was supposed to be doing. Just as she did her own (suddenly) lackluster searches to inform her on the subject, Alicia found herself getting more and more turned on by picture after picture of men in tremendous shape and tight, form-fitting clothes. Even some of the girls made Alicia get wet which was a bit odd since she had never found women interesting in the past. She didn't worry why though, she was too busy fantasizing about what it might feel like to have her own pussy rubbing up against another.

She even forgot where she was for a moment and began pinching and twisting her own nipple in the sparsely crowded room as she stared at a picture of someone named Brock Lesnar while wondering how big his cock was. Honestly the only thing that brought her out of her reverie was a shadow hovering over her and the sudden sound of a voice, someone clearing their throat right next to her. For some reason though Alicia didn't really feel any shame or embarrassment at being caught fondling herself in public. She smiled up at the enormous wall of humanity that stared down at her, "May I help you?"

Alicia knew the guy standing in front of her, though only by reputation. The school had a mediocre sports program from a national perspective and occasionally had one or two players attending that showed enough promise to make it at the professional level. "Toomy" Colmes was one of the best they'd ever had. She didn't pay close enough attention to know exactly what position he played, but she knew he played on the offensive line and his 6' 5", 330 pound frame was there to open up holes for the running back to go through and protect the quarterback. He supposedly was very good at both. Despite his enormous size and well-established, brutal reputation on the field he was staring down at Alicia with the most humble, demure, and **** look she had ever seen.

"Star athlete coming to talk to me for the first time ever, coincidentally as I'm correcting mid-terms. Let me guess, you want to discuss your paper."

Toomy spun a chair around and sat in backwards, still facing Alicia before he started. He tried to explain how much of his time playing football took. He spent hours studying game tape every day, then there was practice and the way he talked about maintaining his fitness, speed, balance, and strength within such a massive frame sounded like a full time job all by itself. "Look, I'm not stupid. Truth is I'm only skirting the edge of academic probation but I don't want to risk it. I mean I try, honestly I put a lot of work into this but there is just so many hours in the day. My attendance has only been so shitty because I'm often too tired to wake up early enough to get to class on time. I just wanted to say that if there's anything I can do, any test you're willing to put me through to prove I know the stuff I did my report about feel free to ask. All I really need is a B to keep my grades high enough and if I'm close, please just give me a call or track me down. I'll try to explain if there's anything in there I didn't quite do a good job of."

The truth is that Alicia wasn't really paying attention to him. Normally she would have listened and told him she understood but tough luck. Instead she only found herself staring at his body. If she wasn't horny before, the broad shoulders, toned arms, and tight pecs sitting across from her made damn sure she was. Truth is instead of dismissive, Alicia took genuine pity on him. She felt sorry and thought it was unfair that he should be pulled in so many directions and need to work so hard, trying to serve so many different masters. She also thought it was unfair she had to work so hard correcting all these damn papers.

Alicia had gotten herself off a couple times when her biological urges demanded it in the past but that had been the extent of her sexual experiences. The incessant desire coming from her pussy though gave Alicia an idea that could make both of their lives a little easier.