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I sit through more class in horny shock. Travis at some point goes to do TA things in an adjoining office and as soon as Im sure Ive been marked down for attendance I quietly grab my stuff, zip up by backpack, and make my way out of the classroom.

This is such a weird fucking college. I pull out my phone and text my friend Jessie. I feel…off, and she usually answers on the first call.

Like clockwork. She says, “Hey bitch! We got enough money to leave this shithole yet?” She’s very forward. (I love her.)

“Nooooo….not yet,” I sigh. “What are you up to right now? I have news…”

Her voice lowers, “Bitch you know I love it when you have news.” She says.

“Stop calling me bitch,” I raise my eyebrows in mock exasperation and smirk, “Some cute boy in class today has a sketched dick pic? of me. A dick sketch. I dont know what this would be called, its just that it was a sketch of me in his notepad and I just had to eat a note and—“

“Waaiit wait wait,” she interupts me, then gets quiet.

“….”

“What?”

Jessie takes another drink through the speaker. “How cute is he?” she snickers.

I laugh back and make a mocking face at nobody. “he’s like, anime track star cute—“

“Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!”

Oh my word, shes so loud, “Jessie! Dont yell into the phone. Help me, please? For real though, I dont know anything about this person, and I started camming a little recently and my head is kind of fucked up right now,” I tell her.

Jessie quiets down a little and I can tell shes being serious. “Wait, what? I thought your dad was like filthy rich loaded? And you’re…camming?” She slurps again, is she on a slushi or something? She says in a hushed tone, “Like, you’re doing porn?”

I need some coffee. “Step-dad. And yeah girl, he owns a gas business and this is Texas; and this is why, for now, I have to go to this college. But that’s his life and his money, not mine. My life rn is being surrounded by *hundreds* of ripped, over-allowanced, deplorably sexy religious boys every day. And now one of them is extorting me for money I dont have, and honestly Im sort of enjoying camming but Im defffffinitely not trying to meet up with anyone. Like, that does not feel like a safe idea in my life rn, ya know?“

She doesn’t say anything for a good minute. Then finally, “So, I have many questions, like so many, but what I am hearing is that you really do need help. Wanna come over? I’m studying for biochem tomorrow but I want to see you.”

Jessie is the best. I’m almost back to my apartment (a small studio on the edge of campus) and I tell her “thank you,” as I pull out my door keys. “Honestly that would be really nice.” I turn the key in the knob, quickly shutting the door behind me.

“Cool. Hey I do have a thought though…do you have an extra webcam I could borrow?” she poses this playfully.

Buuuttt….?, a moment of decision. Jessica Lorrie is essentially one of two friends I have right now (yes, I’m lonely) but, on the other hand—Jess IS insanely sexy. And she has this whole “preacher’s naughty daughter” thing going on.

I sigh. “You wouldn’t use a webcam Jess. Didnt you just get an Iphone 14?”

“Well yes,” she answers.

I’m smiling. I say “I’m thinking about what snacks to bring you later tonight. Thanks for always being here when I need yah,” I say, holding the phone a little from my ear.

“Ahhhhm!!! Bring me chips. Sour cream and onion bitch, love you,” she says, hanging up the phone.

I’m still smiling. And fucking horny. God. Damn. It. I am deeeeffinitely gonna need to…clear my system.

I drop my stuff on the floor of my tiny living room and pull out my phone to check my subs list. The real reason I’ve barely cum in weeks is a little complicated, but manageable. 10 new subs ?Holy shit. Instantly, I’m a little hard.

I wonder where stuff will go with Jess later. I don’t want to fuck anything up and she is really nice to me.

My erection cools and I become one with the floor. I take my compression shorts off but get tired half way down and leave them hanging around my ankles. I decide I’ve got to stop running to class. I hate running and I hate being tired. (I smile a little to myself. I’m a little cute when grouchy.) I could use a cute nap.

See, this is the issue—I only get hard now when I know I’m gonna get paid. I pull up my messages list. I’ve been talking to a guy from Cali for a week now, bc, he bought me a 100 count platter from chick-fil-a for like, three nudes, and what can I say…my sluttiness is not all the time super classy or good or socially proper.

I HAVE to cum. No way am I going over to Jessie’s later without post nut clarity, and I feel like most of this month has been me edging unintentionally…so yeah.

I reach into my backpack for some lube and tenderly, I start to tease myself at the tip.

So distracted though; I watched an episode of a cooking show a few days ago thats been stuck in my head. It was a biopic of some popular chef from a tiny little village in Europe. In the series, the chef would talk about how growing up he was all the time starving and while learning to cook, his secret to success was to give himself over completely to his belly. He was all the time talking about letting his belly “to do the cooking.”

I really want to cum. I reaaaallllyy want to. Right this second. I can feel my whole cock pulsing slightly from base to end in my grip. The lube is nice and I like the ever so slight warming feeling as I move my hand up along the bottom of my taint and slide upwards. I stroke faster. Cali guy messaged me this morning while I was in class. Just a dick pick, goddammit though, I fucking told him that unsolicited stuff is not ok, and certainly not free. Jesus Christ.

He just wants me to cam again tonight. My sigh turns into a yawn this time. I might strip for him though. Although, this is not the erection I wanted, and in a state of turned on but dissapointed sleepiness, I let out one more sigh and wipe my lube hand off on my shorts laying next to me on the floor. My dick is still hard and makes a little *coughing* movement as I glance at it wistfully. Wistful dick makes me so sad.

Ugh, I wish I was flexible enough to suck myself off. I throw my shorts into the laundry basket as I make my way into my bedroom and lay down sideways in my comfy, pillow-riddled bed. I set my phone alarm for a couple hours from now and do my best to think of nothing. Hardly.

All my dreams are *fucking dreams.*

NSFW: yes

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