Do women dislike dirty talk and objectification during sex?

"Do woman dislike dirty talk and objectification during sex? Is normal, gentler sex preferable to them?"

A collective laugh softly littered the room. The other four glanced at one another, then came a familiar snort.

"Yeah right." Trevor finally shook his head, hands twiddling around with a pen. "You know they love being manhandled in bed!" He grinned, bringing himself forward. "No matter who they are or where they come from."

His cheek was only a finger's length away from Susan's. The latter grimaced and covertly scooted to the side. Troy, meanwhile, cradled his chin in thought.

"Huh. That's interesting." He looked back at the computer screen. "I would have thought it depended on the person or something."

Blushing as she spoke, Liz turned her chin to the side. "Well, yeah. It does, of course..."

"But in this case, statistics lay it all bare." Trevor interrupted snidely. "The wise man knows that 99.99% of the time, switches go off as soon as a woman climbs into your mattress... that's when the sheep's clothing comes off and you see the beast, the crooked wench underneath! And they go, 'roar'!"

"Trevor," Liz uttered through tight lips. "Stop taking some innocuous fact and spinning it into your little fantasy episodes."

"Yeah Trevor, you're only making Liz and Susan uncomfortable, you know."

"Not to mention you forgot," added Susan deliberately, "a woman will turn the tables on a man if he's not willing to play the part. It's not some one-sided affair. We like our sex a bit rough and if we can't receive it, we're giving it. Did you all hear about that alleged domestic **** scandal that happened a while back, just a couple streets from my house?"

"Yes," Liz, Ryan, Trevor, and Troy said at once, to Susan's understated surprise. She hadn't thought it caught that much wind.

Troy took her ear before she continued.

"Is that true, Susan? Women can dominate a man in bed like that, if he couldn't give her what she wants?"

"No," Susan admitted. "Actually, I was just kidding. We really only like to be handled roughly, either verbally or physically, by a man. One of my lesbian friends, Sam -- you know her, the chick with the tattoo on her left hip, skater girl -- she apparently has no prob dominating her partners during sex. But when a man is in the equation, a woman just wants those fortifications down."

"We learned about this," Ryan brought the others' attention back to him as his hand swung the whiteboard back and forth. "It's related to certain secretions that take place during the adrenarche stage in girls at the onset of puberty. It's something that's stumped researchers for years in recent times -- how it's connected to the fight-or-flight instinct, inferiority complexes, whether it's indicative of something exclusively biological or some kind of leftover atavistic irregularity or... something." The young man's hand flip-flopped. "I was re-reading those notes last night. It's still fresh in my memory. Interesting stuff."

Trevor dropped an inert sigh. "Someone's gonna ace this mid-term..."

"Well, jeez," Troy laughed. He'd known the rumors of how girls loved being dealt dirty in bed for most of his testosterone-fueled life, of course, but he figured that was some overblown thing. Apparently, he missed that part of the lecture. Looking around jokingly, he ribbed, "It's too bad I won't exactly get to research this as easily as the other stuff..." He laughed, as the women of the group raised an eyebrow or two. "Is it too much to ask for a demonstration from you guys?"

"No, not at all," assured Susan, arms still folded beneath her. Then, Troy realized to blinking eyes, the rest of the room joined her in chorus.

"Yeah, Troy, don't be so modest," Liz flicked a wrist, patting his knee, "you know you can ask for a full demonstration from us if you need to. This mid-term's important to all of us."

A momentary silence passed.

"So?" Ryan inquired. "Are you interested in seeing one or not?"

Troy eyed the room's occupants thoughtfully. This was a peculiar turn of events. But in the same time, he wasn't one to complain. Of course they wouldn't have minded providing a more vivid illustration of the topic... after all, this very subject dealt with the human body. Even if they were at a somewhat... sex-centric tangent.

"I..."

"YES!" interrupted Trevor, pushing against the table with his forearms, eyes twinkling. "And I know exactly who should play the part!"

He armed a sly grin. Susan noticed him turning her way, and scoffed.

"What, you and..." she worded pointedly, "...you and me?"

"Yep," Trevor laughed, patting her on the shoulder, "I knew you'd be down for it!"

Susan quickly objected, "I don't mind providing Troy a demonstration of the topic if he wants it, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to roll over for anything! I need a say, too!"

Trevor rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. Loosen up a little, Suzy. This is all in good fun."

"Fun?" This set the brunette off. The others glanced at each other uncomfortably as she leaned towards Trevor with intimidating fervor, going on a mini-rant, draping the room in an awkward, yet familiar tension. "This is fun to you? Doing your own study partners during a study session is supposed to be considered fun now? Are you serious, Trevor?"

As soon as she finished, the mouths of the students gathered in the room opened in sync.

"Yes."

A room that for a moment seemed to have briefly transitioned into a war-room council. Ryan looked at Susan sympathetically. "Come now, Susan. Let's be honest."

"Yeah," Liz nodded, "this is one of my favorite parts of studying, girl." She chuckled lightly, lifting a shoulder. "Whenever we get to it, anyway. I'm just surprised we haven't ever done this sooner."

"Or Troy," noted Trevor. He crinkled a brow at the unassuming young college-mate, who sat there blinking at the rest of them expectantly. The musing, dark-skinned man wondered just how extensive the guy's sexual experience was, anyway.

"Fine," Susan said quietly, her lip curled to the side. It seemed like a very compressed 'fine', however, as her face was brighter probably than it had ever been since she'd entered the room. With a sigh, she rapped her fingers against her knees. "Can we just get to it then?" she stood up, clutching the hem of her blouse. Despite her cool demeanor, her animated body language betrayed her air of detachment.

Trevor grinned.

"I knew you'd be down for it!" He laughed. "But then again, who wouldn't?"

"Oh please, Trevor," Liz sat back in her chair. "Don't get too full of yourself. This is not about you, it's just for Troy." She looked at Troy. "You do still want to see a demonstration, right?"

Troy nodded. "Besides, watching Susan and Trevor have sex will be so much fuuun."

"Oh yeah," Liz laughed, "sure will." She nudged Troy. "We should go up next. You know," she shrugged, "being study partners."

Troy gulped, feeling his eyes trickle over the blonde's body for a second.

Then, Ryan clapped his hands. "Alright people, just 'cause you want to have study sex that doesn't mean we can dismiss the 'study' half of it. Get in position and let's get this started already."

"You said it better than I ever could!" Trevor began to peel off his clothes, while Susan removed her top, causing Troy to bite a lip. He had never quite seen his dark-haired friend strip out of her casual clothes, and during day on a campus, no less -- it was pretty wild. Her body was considerably tight, moreso than from the last time he'd seen her in a swimsuit.

"Kinda wish it didn't have to be Trevor," he heard her sigh under her breath, before she devolved into another quiet smattering of words he couldn't pick up. He assumed she was spurring herself on for the act; after all, it shouldn't really matter, if the guy performed well, right? Having sex while studying was always hard to turn down, all things considered. As he watched them start climbing onto the table, he heard Elizabeth telling Susan not to swallow all of Trevor's cum for herself, while he and Ryan made a silent ratification of that notion; out of earshot from the others, of course.