Deny yourself.

“Ugh.” You groan in frustration at being cock-blocked by your own phone. Letting go of your very ridge and throbbing dick you shuffle over the few feet and grab your phone, feeling a bit strange having your pants and underpants down around your ankles.

It's a text from Sandra, and you almost chuckle at the thought that the beautiful brunette is not only the reason for you masturbating but that she is such an unintentional tease she has made you edge for the first time in your life. Taking your manhood by one hand you continue to pleasure yourself as you text with the other.

“Hey.” You respond as Sandra explains she is in the neighborhood and asks if she can swing by and pick up her dice bag.

“Sure. No problem.” You play it cool, though a bit curious why she is "in your neighborhood" at this time of night and more than a bit concern you have only a few minutes to act.

“Great! See you soon.” Is her answer, adding a few happy emojis.

“Damn, damn, damn.” You pull up your pants with such haste you nearly castrate yourself with the zipper.

Rushing to the main room you and hastily put all items back in the bag, hoping you get the order at least somewhat correct. Knowing you will never get the knot right you simply tie the bag shut with a shoe-lace knot and begin to think up an excuse. As you set the bag down there comes a knock on your door.

Greeting the ever tempting Ms. Morelli you invite the Librarian Science major to come in, informing her that her bag is in the table. She gives you that smile and twirls her hair a bit with her finger as she walks by, seemingly very pleased.

When Sandra picks up the bag, however, she immediately takes hold of one of the strings and a bit of color goes out of her cheeks. Not out anger, at least you think, but maybe with a tinge of fear.