Hi! I hope you don't mind me stopping by your dorm room. I think I left my English
text book here on Friday. We were so busy studying for that math test later that day
that I didn't notice when it fell out of my backpack. It has to be here.
Yeah, that's it. Thanks. I was going to do some studying later on.
Um, while I'm here, do you mind if I use your laptop to check my math scores? She said she
might have the scores posted sometime today. I was just checking on my phone, but the battery
wore out. I've been so nervous about this test. I felt like there was so much I didn't
understand about this last section, and the test was just a complete mess. I guess everyone
felt that way, though. Thanks. It will just take a second. They're probably still not
posted yet. I'll just log into my account and see.
Oh, they're here. At least my score is... oh. Oh no, this is... this is terrible. How
bad is it? It's a 93. Oh my god, this is awful. Well, really good, actually, but also really
bad. Sorry, I know this doesn't make any sense. I ace the test once you factor in the curve
too, but I was sure I was going to fail when I took it. I made a desperate deal. No, not
with the devil. I wish I had thought of that. I made a deal with the universe. I really
wanted to pass the test, but good things don't happen to me, not without a lot of hard work,
and other than her cramming Friday morning, I didn't really study, so I needed to balance
out the possible goodness of my passing the test by tying it together with something I
didn't want. That way, it was a net-zero karma-wise, and the universe didn't care. Am I making
sense? Maybe these things only make sense to me, but the thing is, it works. I only
got accepted to this college because I tied into giving up chocolate for three whole months.
I was accepted, then I spent three long months chocolate-free, followed by several hours
of eating too much chocolate. I almost didn't want to see it ever again, but that only lasted
two days. So, this test. When she passed out the test, I started flipping through the pages,
I started to freak out, I knew I wasn't as prepared as I should have been, and what's
more, I hadn't earned a good grade on it, so in a moment of complete hopelessness, I
made the deal. But not for giving up chocolate. I couldn't do that ever again. In a way, it
was something more precious and more personal. I offered up my virginity, if somehow I did
really good on the test. Now, if it was a C, I could have said it wasn't good enough.
Maybe a low B, but an A? I can't work my way out of this. If I do, then the universe
will come at me with vengeance, and I'll end up flunking this class somehow, or another
one. The universe and karma always settle the score. So, there you have it. I need to
lose my virginity, and as fast as possible before the universe starts to get mad at me.
And part of the deal was that I had to lose it to you. It's nothing personal. The deals
just need to be specific, and you were sitting right next to me, already working on your
test. Once I thought about you being the guy I lost my virginity to, the deal was sealed.
It was too late to change it then. That's a sheer way to jinx things. So, please tell
me you're willing to have sex with me. It's not that I want to. It's just that I have
to, or I've ruined everything. I have absolutely no experience with sex, but I'll try to make
it good for you, and I promise it won't change anything between us. We'll still study together
since we have so many classes together. You seem to be good luck anyway. We can even still
have lunch together. It's just that we would have happened to have sex once. I even wore
this cute dress for the occasion. It's not that I was hoping we'd have sex. It's kind
of complicated, but if I don't get myself ready to make good on the deal, that jinxes
it too. For the chocolate thing, I had to get rid of most of the chocolate I had stashed
while I waited to see if I was accepted. For this, it meant dressing nicely and in easily
removable clothing. So, can we do this then? I guess I don't know if you find me attractive
or not. Enough guys, do wear I guess I'm pretty, especially when I dress up like this. We do
spend a lot of time together, and you seem like you're straight, but you don't have
a girlfriend. I'm not judging or anything. I don't have a boyfriend. There's just not
enough time, and I'm kind of shy anyway. I can take this dress off right now, if you'd
like. You can't judge a Book Fights cover, so I can't expect you to accept my offer without
seeing the contents. I would never be this bold if it weren't for the deal I made. I'm
honestly scared about losing my virginity, but I'm more scared of failing my classes
or whatever the universe will do to me if I don't lose it. I even wore my best underwear.
It isn't terribly sexy because no one ever sees it other than me and my roommate, but
at least it's cute. Maybe it makes me look cute too. Now, before I have time to think
too much, I'm gonna take my bra off. That's part of the trick to taking tests. Don't let
yourself slow down on any part of it, because then you'll never get your momentum back.
So I need to keep moving forward with this and unfasten my bra, and then, then, well,
this is where I'm supposed to show you my breasts. But instead of just kind of clutching
my bra to my chest, I can do this though. I have to do this. There, now you can see
my breasts. Hopefully, looking at them is helping to sell you on the idea of having
sex with me. Everything I know about men makes me think that isn't too hard to do anyway.
I know I'm moving fast, but I don't have much time. I can't give myself time to change
my mind, so I have to continue this by removing my panties. I can't help but wonder how many
girls have stood in this room just like this. This dorm has been around forever. I'm probably
not the first girl to stand here and slowly pull down her panties. Maybe none of them
were as nervous as me, bordering on neurotic. Maybe they didn't shake as much as me as the
cold air touches the last part of my body to be exposed. Maybe some of them even changed
their minds at this point. But I won't. I won't dare. You, you should probably take
your clothes off now too. Otherwise, I might start to take it personally. I'm basically
throwing myself at you sexually. It's not that I'm interested in having sex with you,
but to be turned down now would be a blow to my pretty fragile ego. Then the universe
would still make me suffer above and beyond that.
Good. I mean, I guess it's good that you're taking your clothes off. I have to admit mixed
feelings about this. I'm thinking I should have gone with giving up chocolate for the
deal again, but it's too late to change that. All the deals are final with the universe.
Oh, that bulge in your underwear. Is it because of me? Is that just the reaction to seeing
a girl naked, or is it because you're specifically seeing me naked? Wait, I don't want to know.
I don't want to complicate this. This is just a little bit of sex and holding up my end
of the bargain. It doesn't have to be anything more than that. Well, go ahead. Take them
off. If it helps, I promise not to scream and run out of the room. Maybe if I had some
clothes on, but I'm naked, so I'm kind of stuck here. So let's see it.
So that's a cock. It looks nice. Sorry. That's a lie. It looks scary and impossibly hard
for something made of flesh and blood. Apparently lots of blood right now. No, don't apologize.
I'm the one making you do this. I'm the one who's making you have sex with me and apparently
the one making you this hard. I'm the one getting into your standard dorm room bed,
trying to find a comfortable way to lie down on it. Suddenly I notice every single lump
in the mattress or wrinkle in the blanket. This is your turn. You have to get on top
of me now with your naked body and that naked cock. Then the weight of your body will press
on to your bed and make the lumps even lumpier and the wrinkles even wrinklier. But what
will really be making me nervous is what's on top of my body.
That wasn't too bad. You're keeping most of your weight off of me. Maybe it's because
my body is quivering under your so much or maybe you're just being extra careful with
me, but I can't keep being this timid. Maybe if I put my arms around you a little? Just
a little hug. Like when I see you in the student union between classes. Except we're horizontal
and naked. Which is a big difference, I guess. Okay, I guess we both know what the next part
is. You're a guy and I'm a girl. You're lying on top of me naked and our bodies are lined
up. I can use all my willpower to open my legs for you. Now I'm even more vulnerable
to you and to that hard thing between your legs, except now it's moving between my legs
too and up against my pussy. No, I'm not sure that I want to do this, but I have to do it.
Not just because of the deal, but I have to lose my virginity sometime and all things
considered I guess I could do worse than a guy like you. So let's just see if you can
actually get that thing in me. Oh, well, that's a start. It's just a little bit, but it's
going in. Wait, um, let me open my legs more. Um, and bend them a little maybe. Then let
me brace myself physically and mentally. I'm about to lose my virginity, so let's do this.
I'm not a virgin anymore. Your cock just took care of that as it thrusts into me, but there's
more to the deal than just losing my virginity at least. I had more in mind when I made it,
which means that's what I'm bound to do. We have to complete the act, and I have to give
you as much pleasure as possible. So maybe move a little, and I'll try to move, or at
least do stuff you might find interesting, like pressing your back with my hands or running
the heel of my foot along your calf, trying to squeeze your cock as it moves in and out
of me. If you have any other ideas, I'm all ears. I'm here to give you pleasure and happiness
with my body. But apparently you're determined to give me pleasure too. I could resist it.
I could think of math tests and other scary things, but that would be against the spirit
of the deal, so I have to accept the pleasure as thoroughly as my body accepted your cock.
I'm on birth control, not for that reason, but it works for keeping me from getting pregnant
anyway. Thankfully my mind didn't go as far as pregnancy when I made the deal, but that
means you can come in me, and I'll accept your come too, unless you don't want me to.
You could come in my stomach or my breasts or my nervous little face, but it's totally
okay to come inside of me. Just try not to get too attached to me if you do. Or from
any of this, I could see how this might give you a feeling of intimacy with me, but we're
just friends. We study together, and we have class together, and we eat together, and we
had sex once, only once. So enjoy it, because it will never happen again, and we'll just
go back to being regular friends, okay? I want you to come inside me. I think it's the
best way, you know, for making the universe happy, but I think it will make you happy
too, and I guess my legs just wrapped around you doesn't let you take it out of me too
far, but it does keep you moving faster and faster and harder and harder until we get
closer and closer to coming suddenly. We're there. I want you to come in me. Please, please.
Well, that was nice. I mean, nicer than I thought. I hope the universe isn't upset that
I enjoyed it so much, but a deal's a deal. I can't take my grade back now. Would it seem
too much like a date if we went to the dining hall together for dinner? I don't want to
make you think I'm going to get all clingy and infatuated after this. It's not like we're
going anywhere fancy, or you were paying for it. I'm just hungry and thirsty now, and we're
already together, so it makes sense to eat together, right? Then, for you to walk me
back to my dorm, and then if you wanted to give me a cuss under the disapproving gaze
of the security guard downstairs, I don't think the universe would mind. I know I definitely
wouldn't.
