A Study Break


I sighed as I roughly tossed my book aside. Forget
Jack Kerouac, I thought. The women in On The Road are
continually getting the shaft. What a bastard.

I leaned my head back and took a breath, closing my
eyes and raking my hands through my long dark curls,
disheveled because I hadn't showered that morning.
Today is Study Day, like every Tuesday when I don't
have class. Today, unfortunately, is one of those days
when I actually have to take advantage of the time to
study - normally I don't get that far and end up
slacking off all day with dozens of fast-paced games
of solitaire interspersed with random 'Net surfing. I
had to finish this book by tomorrow. And I was getting
nowhere.

I looked out the window and watched the passing
students, walking along the sidewalk that runs by my
wing, right in front of the stained glass windows of
the chapel. They were talking amongst themselves, two
girls in particular chattering loudly about their
upcoming midterms. "I can't believe he expects us to
memorize those equations...all my other profs gave us
the quadratic on the test. Like we'll need that later
in life..." her voice trailed off as she grew further
away. I sighed again.

My boyfriend was thousands of miles away. The
beautiful girls I had crushes on around campus were
all straight as arrows. I pondered my frustration for
a moment before deciding to take action - hell, Jack
Kerouac wasn't going anywhere.

Taking a deep breath and smiling a bit, I stood up a
bit so I could remove my jean shorts. I unbuttoned the
fly and let them fall to the ground in front of my
chair. Conveniently enough, I wasn't wearing anything
underneath - it was laundry day and besides, I wasn't
going anywhere, so why bother with underpants?

I sat back down on the chair and reached my left hand
to trail around my inner thighs and neatly trimmed
pubic hair while my right hand moved the mouse of my
computer to stop the screen saver. I started my
browser and quickly found my favorite erotica site and
clicked on the new submissions section - all right, a
new lesbian photo. I really get off on watching other
girls doing it. This photo was particularly steamy,
too - you could see the girl's tongue penetrating the
other girl's pussy in perfect detail. There's nothing
I hate more than fake lesbians in porn - the ones who
are pictured as being "just short" of something
happening, with their tongues poised but not making
contact. My visual stimulation found, I moved my right
hand down to replace my left, and began to have some
fun.

I rubbed all my fingers gently around my entire pubic
area, arousing myself just a little, all the while
keeping my gaze on the photo I'd pulled up. Then I got
down to serious business and let my index finger rub
itself around the hood of my clit, teasing my clit
with indirect pressure.

Then I reached down and felt my slit, and I could feel
the tiniest bit of moisture oozing out. Good, I
thought, and dipped my index finger into the moistness
and brought it up to my clit again. Now I began to rub
the hood some more, back and forth, putting a lot of
pressure on the little bit of cartilage that runs from
my pubic bone down toward the slit, my greatest
erogenous zone. I rubbed faster and faster, feeling
myself grow more and more aroused, tightening and
loosening my thigh muscles and pressing my buttocks up
and down as I got off. I dipped my index finger inside
again and I could tell I was almost ready to cum.

The liquid was getting thinner and more profuse, and I
quickly brought my finger back to my clit and began to
circle it, my wet finger grazing across it before
circling back to the hood, rubbing circle after circle
and feeling myself get warm all over, feeling myself
get wetter and thinking "yes, this feels good, this
feels good, this feels REALLY good" and moaning
slightly as it built and built and then I felt this
enormous thunderbolt shake my entire body, my right
hand going out of control as well as my legs, and my
back arching back over the chair, my mouth open and
gasping and my ass pressing its way towards heaven. I
kept stimulating myself as I shook and shook for a
full thirty seconds, all the while trying to focus on
the pleasure at the same time as I was trying to keep
my index finger on my clit, it was shaking so hard and
out of control. Finally I stopped, sat back up and sat
dazed for a moment, feeling the tension drain from my
pelvis down to my toes and sliding down onto the
floor, and from my head out of my fingertips.

A fresh pink glow tinting my cheeks, and all my stress
gone, I picked up my book off the floor. OK, I
thought. NOW maybe I can get through this. I returned
to my desk, and glancing at my computer monitor I
smiled a bit, and opted to keep the picture up. Just
to keep my afternoon interesting, I thought.