No, you distract yourself with generic porn.

“Damn.” You rub yourself through your pants as you stare at the cosplay pictures of curvy coed, especially the one as the naughty librarian, showing her ample cleavage. After unzipping your pants you flop down on your couch and begin to stroke yourself off for earnest, fantasizing about your buxom friend.

Of course you have masturbated numerous times before, but never over a picture of someone you know, let alone you call a friend. Your emotions soon become conflicted as this begins to feel a bit too creepy. Flipping over xvideos you find some vid of Mia Khalifa taking in the ass to finish the job. More frustrated then relieved you clean yourself and head off to bed, where you toss and turn for an hour before sleep finally takes you.

The next morning is rough. Having your dreams haunted by exotic fantasizes of the brown eyed player character, you wake up slowly. Even your daily morning run does little good for focusing your thoughts. Throughout all your class work that day, your mind is fixated on one person. Finally, the time to meet Sandra approaches. Arriving at the Student Union a good thirty minutes early you find a private set of lounge chairs with a small table off it the corner by themselves. Vainly you try to read one of your text books on your laptop, but more often than not, you find yourself peering over the screen trying to see if she has arrived.