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mean is, do you want to fuck after class?” I
whispered as I thought about the wooden box in my room and the
naughty handcuffs that Preston and I had yet to break in. I was
looking forward to it though. Believe you me, I was practically
creaming my panties at the thought of that metal wrapped around my
wrists, of Preston's hard cock splitting me open and pumping into me
with fast, furious strokes while I … I shook my head and
pinched the bridge of my nose with my fingers. Seriously, Andi? Get
a grip on yourself. Admittedly though, much as I accused Genevieve
of being a nympho, I was strongly starting to suspect that I might be
one, too. I had to admit that, in my humble opinion, the title of
Sex Goddess fit me much better than Old Virgin, so I was sort of
happy about that.
    “ Well,
yeah,” Quinn said as he slumped back in his seat and proceeded
to pick at his black nail polish. “That's pretty much exactly
what I meant. I'm not exactly that great at being subtle, you know?”
I noticed that the professor was glaring at us, too, which kind of
ticked me off because moments before, he'd had his eyes glued to the
tits of the busty coed next to him. I really should go file a
sexual harassment case against that bitch, I thought, and then
quickly dismissed the idea. Ms. Busty was going to have to take care
of herself. I had plans. With Preston Ellis. Yay me!
    “ What
do you want from me, Quinn?” I asked quietly as I turned to
face him and leaned in, so I could really get a good look at his baby
blues. “Do you just want to screw me for the hell of it? Do
you want to be fuck buddies? Or is this your attempt at redeeming
yourself and showing the world that bad boys have hearts, too, and
that they're more than capable of teaching the poor campus virgin a
thing or two about herself?” Quinn blinked back at me and
scratched at the tribal tattoo on his right bicep.
    “ I
just wanted to have some fun,” he said without shame. I
appreciated his honesty, truly, and smiled. Maybe if Preston hadn't
thrown me down and fucked the shit out of me, Quinn and I might have
… I shook my head. I wasn't pledging my heart and soul to
Preston, but he was interesting to me. Interesting enough that I was
done with Quinn.
    “ Sorry,”
I told him with a pat on the hand. “Not gonna happen.”
    “ Like
it totally didn't happen in the courtyard?” he said, and I
rolled my eyes. Still, when I thought back on it, it was kind of
hot, especially when I imagined Preston with his hand wrapped around
his long dick, pumping his fist as I bobbed my head and swallowed a
mouthful of another guy's cum. Hello world, my name is Andrea
Fisher and I enjoy recreational snowboarding, hikes through the
beautiful forests of the Northwest, and giving blow jobs in public
while an adorable geek-turned-dom whacks it in voyeuristic bliss.
    I
snorted at my own joke and drew even more angry glares towards the
back of my head. Nice. Now I was not only that weirdo moaning girl
(yes, I did overhear someone refer to me as such), but now I was also
the freak who sits up front and laughs at their own jokes. I was
just glad that Preston wasn't looking my way.
    “ If
you don't have anything to do on Valentine's Day, we could, you know
get together and – ”
    “ Have
a romantic candlelit dinner for two?” I asked sarcastically.
How cheese ball. I fucking hate Valentine's Day.
    “ I
was gonna say we could try out some of the positions in the new sex
guide I bought on Friday.” Quinn bent down and started digging
in his bag for said object. I reached out a hand and put a stop to
that real quick, surprised that I could still get a bit moist at the
thought of Quinn Prentis's uncut cock. Jesus Christ, Andi, reel
it in. You've had a popped cherry for like, two days, and already
you're scoping out fresh meat. I swallowed hard and tried to
smile at Quinn.
    “ I'm
sorry, but no, thank you. I have plans.” He stared back at me
like he was confused, and I have to admit, his