Mike Harding

Eventually, she chooses Mike. After all, if she has to give a blow job to a rando, choosing the person she's most attracted to makes a lot of sense.

As soon as the professor dismissed them, Mike was out the door. Amy hurried after.

"Hey, Mike!" He was almost at the edge of campus before she caught up.

"Uh, hey. Angie, right?"

"It's Amy."

"Okay, what's up, Amy?"

She paused, unable to believe what she was about to say, unable to believe how horny it was making her thinking about it. She started to blush and couldn't quite meet his eyes.

"I'm a...I'm playing a dare game with some of my friends," she explained, opting for the truth as the least humiliating approach, "and I was uh, hoping you'd help me complete a dare?"

"Well I guess that depends. What's the dare?"

"I...I can't believe I'm saying this out loud...I have to give head and take a picture."

"Haha! What?!?"

"Yeah, sorry. I know it's weird. Sorry to bother you."

"No. Wait. Why me?"

"What?" Amy was taken aback. She hadn't expected to have to answer this question.

"Why'd you choose me?"

"I...I just think you're, you know...hot." Now she was blushing hard and staring at her feet.

"Is that so?" She could hear a smile in his voice. "Well in that case, I guess I can help you out. There's just one problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Come on, I'll explain when we get to my apartment."

Amy didn't see any other options, so she followed this man she barely knew to his apartment.