The date

Today art class was astounding. Mostly because Marilyn and all her hangers-on were gone. No doubt getting poked and prodded and questioned about why they wanted such large, cumbersome breasts. I smiled at the thought.

Physics was even better. The secret: I didn't go. I didn't need to anymore. Sure I'd go sometimes to keep up appearances, but it wasn't just that I was gonna get an A. I was never even going to go into a field where I needed it. I swore to myself I'd never work again. At least, not for money. Maybe for fun though.

I could probably make the same bet with all my classes and just never go to school, but that felt too easy. I didn't just go to college for the degree; I went because I wanted the college experience. I couldn't get that by just betting it away. I only quit at physics because in addition to being hard Dr. Odate was a bitch. I should fix that. Oh well, next week.

Eventually, I had to face the music. I gulped as I came to the quad at 6:58, avoiding it as much as possible. Trenton was already there. He waved me down. I once again tried to ask him to drop the bet, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Wow," He looked me up and down like a piece of meat to be carved up. "You look..." Slutty? Whoreish? Like a rebellious teenager in a porno? "Good."

"So what do you have planned?" I asked.

"Oh, um, what if we picked up food at the midnight cafe, then went to my dorm to watch TV and play games? I got my roommates to leave for the night." He said.

The midnight cafe was one of the food courts on campus. It specialized in staying open late but the food wasn't very good, as it was made by inexperienced work study students and overworked and underpaid faculty. But I was in literally no position to argue.

"Sure," I said through gritted teeth.

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Once we picked up our dinner of honey bbq wings and the whitest quesadillas you've ever tasted, we went to Trenton's room. After about fifteen minutes of Smash Bros he popped the question. No, not that question. Although he seemed like he wanted to.

"Hey, how about we, you know, get more intimate?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How about you, um, give me a blowjob?" He stuttered.

No. No way. The coin couldn't **** it right? A blowjob isn't sex. And besides, he fucked me for three hours last time. Surely that added up to ten, right? Oh God, I'm moving towards him. Oh God, it must only count as one session. Shit!

I mechanically unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his fly. His bulge was obvious. Then I pulled down his boxer. His... thing almost poked my eye out. I quickly scarfed it down.

Turns out once I started having sex the magic just let me do whatever. I couldn't just leave it in mouth, or it would **** me to start moving, but I could go as slowly and as poorly as I wanted. I just couldn't intentionally sabotage it so he would ask me to stop. Trust me. I tried biting down. I was stopped.

"Oooh," He said. "Can you go a little faster?" I did not. God his penis tasted horrible. I swirled my tongue around his shaft as best I could.

I eventually realized I was prolonging my **** and got more into it. I started moving faster and faster. Sure enough, his orgasm started to arrive.

"I'm gonna cum," Trenton said. "Do you want to take it on the face or swallow?"

Ugh, those are NOT the only options. Still, anything but swallowing could ruin my makeup. Wait, why was I thinking about that? Because my makeup is a part of my outfit. "Dressed to the nines." Wait no.

At that point my thoughts were cut short as spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat. I tried to rip myself from his cock, or to spit it up, or do anything, but I couldn't. It I spit it up it would ruin the foundation on my chin. If I got off it might spurt in my face and ruin my eye shadow. Besides, it not a blowjob if I just start jerking him instead. I had to swallow. So I did. It tasted like bleach. I'm officially 0-2 in fucking people of a gender I do like vs a gender I don't like. Is this what I get for targeting straight girls?

"Alright, give me a minute," Trenton panted. "Then can I hit it from the back?" I could just nod. While he waited I pulled out a hand mirror from my purse then started to fix my lipstick. Because of course that was what's important.

I didn't want to use the coin again after how badly the last time I used it to avoid consciously having straight sex went, but I also really needed to not be cognizant of what was about to happen. I took the coin out of my purse and held it tight in my hand.

"Hey Trenton," I said. "I bet you I could have this entire sex session on autopilot, without being aware of my surroundings or what's going on, just thinking about pretty girls instead, and still rock your world."

"Okay, hmm, and if you win?" He asked. I tried to say "you never talk to me again" but that violated the whole "ten fucks" promise so my mouth wouldn't move.

"If I win, you go find a girlfriend in the next week. Someone serious who preoccupies your time." I thought on the fly that if another girl took his attention he would leave me alone. "And puts out. Often."

"And if I win?" He asked.

"I'll send you nudes," I said.

I held on tight to the coin as we started fucking. From the vague physical sensations I was getting he was carrying me all over the dorm room. We were going at it in every position possible. I didn't really notice. My brain was fully on another romp. Thinking about Marilyn, and Amanda, and Diana, and Dr. Onate, and every hot celebrity under the sun. Images of all these hot women floated through my mind while I was getting pounded. Eventually, I heard a "phew" and snapped out of it. Trenton was laying in his bed, nude and I was on top of him with his dick inside me. My dress was bunched up at my waist and my bra was nowhere to be seen. My high heels were still on. I wanted to get off Trenton but I was so tired I instead of collapsed against his chest.

"Can I, um, spend the," I yawned. Sleep was taking me. Auto-pilot apparently takes a lot out of you. "Night?"

"Sure," Trenton said.

And with that, I passed out against his chest, his dick still inside me. The last thing I remember was noticing something odd about the compulsion in my brain. A mental ticker went down from nine, to eight. I wasn't entirely sure what it meant as I was already too far gone.

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I woke up after Trenton. He already had his pants on and he was twirling something between his fingers. Wait. I recognize the gold sheen. That thing flowing between his fingers was my coin!

"Hey," He said. He was staring at me. No, he was staring at my chest. I instantly remembered how naked I was and pulled up my dress to cover my b cups. "How are you?"

"Fine," I said. "I would like to go home now." I got up and started to approach him.

"Wait," He held up a hand and on reflex I stopped in my tracks. "How about a wager? You like those, right?"

The tension of my body melted away. A wager? That was harmless fun. I could deal with a wager.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked, squinting at this man I didn't like.

"Well, I was thinking about all these mixed signals you were sending me." He said, gesturing with his hands, coin directly between his index and middle finger. "You tell me you don't like me, very clearly, then months later you decide to fuck my brains out. First I thought it was just a miscalculation in you upping the stakes to get me to leave you alone, but then right after you asked me to fuck for two hours despite my protests." I nodded. That would seem weird to an outsider. "So I thought maybe it was a trick coin and you just wanted me to ram you, but no, the coin landed on different sides, well, the same side, which means different sides because you flipped it. So whatever you were banking on, it was a 50-50 shot." I couldn't tell him that no it wasn't.

"Can you get to the wager?" I asked, impatient.

"Hold on, I'm getting there," He held a hand out. "Then after you get what you want you kinda blow me off and act incredibly cold, including on our date, but then you want to, quote 'rock my world?' Totally unnecessary. But you do it." He repositions himself on the bed to face me directly with his entire body. "And all you want in return is for me to find a girlfriend. Well I think I found the one I want. Emily Friedman, I want you to cut the bullshit." He raised the coin up. "If this lands on heads, you're my girlfriend until the end of college. We go dates, we have sex, we do all the normal girlfriend-boyfriend things. And you do it like you actually like me. If it lands on tails? Well, I won't ask you out again, but you tell me the actual reason why everything has been so weird."

"And then you give me the coin back, right?" I asked, very concerned about getting it back.

"Yes, and then you get your coin back." He said.

"Then deal." I said. It seemed like a simple and reasonable wager. Either I, a lesbian, fuck this guy for another year and a half, or I get left alone by a man who's pestering me for the price of being completely honest about things I don't want him to know. Yeah it seems lose-lose but it's a wager. I don't think I'm backing down from it.

"Okay then." Trenton said. And with that, he flipped the coin in the air.

Author's Note: The truth is I've had backlog up to this point before I even posted the first chapter. I just didn't want to spam it without being sure I could keep up with the pace. Which sucked because I couldn't write past this point. That's right guys. We're doing ✨✨ Audience Participation ✨✨. Post in the comments below what side you want the coin to land on. Honestly I might regret doing this so out in the open but I'll be a woman of my word. Maybe I'll eventually write both sides no matter what. I know what I want but the people have their own voice. Ends at noon EST tomorrow.

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