Interlude (Semester's End)

Where am I? What time is it? I look wildly around, completely disoriented. Wasn’t I . . . ?

My anxiety spikes, then the fog in my brain starts to clear. I realize I was dreaming, and suddenly recognize my dorm room. I exhale noisily in relief as my head thumps back onto my pillow.

I don’t know why I woke up. It’s Saturday, and I have no clients scheduled because it’s the Saturday before finals. I have no reason to be up yet—and though it isn’t all that early, I was up very late last night. It was late enough when Siobhan went home, and then I still had Holly to service. I wasn’t so spent that I couldn’t get hard and stay hard, but it took me a long time to cum, and she took full advantage. I think she came five times on my cock, interspersed around my eating her to orgasm four times; I fucked her in the missionary, doggy, butterfly, cowgirl, and drill (back to missionary, but with her legs wrapped around me) positions before finally filling her up.

Needless to say, I was exhausted by that point, but I couldn’t spend the night with Holly because her dad is coming by this morning. I took a quick shower, came home, and collapsed. I had really hoped to sleep longer than this, but I’m up. Might as well get dressed and get some breakfast. I have a lot of studying to do.