You wake up to a text from Eve (alt)

You wake up to a buzz from your phone. Sleepily you unplug it and try to read it, the bright light leaving your eyes unfocused, and you blink repeatedly before it starts coming into focus.

*hey...i took off from work, want to hang out? just want to unwind a bit after yesterday...* a text from Eve. You feel a shift in your blankets twerk a bit at the idea of hanging out with Eve, "Down boy" you think as your morning erection rages.

You reply with, *sure, let me just get ready and ill be right over*. You put the phone down and tilt your head a bit. The tent your cock is making seems a little different. Lifting your blanket off it seems like the light is favorable. Golden hour or whatever. Its like its just a little above average when you know you've always been a bit shy.

Not wanting to lose this perfect moment, you snap a photo. Debating whether to send it to Eve to get her opinion but deciding to pass and go on with the day. You do your morning routine. Half an hour later you're at her dorm room on campus. You knock on the door and Eve's naked form greets you when the door opens. You harden and your pants feel unusually constrictive.

"Hey John," she greets you with a kiss. "Suite has the same layout as last year, I think Kayla is still sleeping so don't be too loud. Want to watch a movie?"

You nod and ask, "Where's the other roommate? What's his name again?" You're not sure you ever heard it before.

Eve plops down on the couch and goes about setting up a movie, some chick flick that she loves, replying, "Brad, I haven't run into him too often as we seem to have conflicting schedules. Kayla said he goes to bed early and gets up early to go to the gym and stuff. He left this morning before I even got up."

You admire Eve's curves as she lays down on the couch, she catches you staring, motioning you to sit down so she can put her head on your lap. You do so and absentmindedly put your hand on her bare tit. She doesn't complain. The movie has barely begun before you're hard as a rock and playing with her nipple. You pulse your dick against her head and she smiles at you neutrally.

"Didn't I just give you a hand job yesterday," she laments raising her head off your lap to face you head to head, "I'm just worried about all the extra credit assignments I did for Professor Miles. I mean, I hope he's alright," she says, "but if we get a new prof, how will those grades or marks, I learned on New York count?"

You rub her back and tell her it'll work out. "Worse case scenario, you explain the project and a few emails between the new prof and Professor Miles straights it out."

"Yeah, your right" she says putting your head back against your lap.

By then, your cock partially deflates but you tell her its ok. The guy that came on her in front of the whole class yesterday! So it is good she's not defending him and more out of the mood out of stress about her grades but you feel frustrated, it seems like you aren't getting any.

"Have you made any changes in your diet?," she asks inquisitively.

"No?" you reply back confused.

"I dunno. It just felt.... nevermind."