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Episode 7

Sydney was concerned.

Rightly so when she began to feel guys in her dormitory look at her abnormally. Gone were the usual innocent greetings and friendly banter about her day, her projects or her studies. Instead, she begin to feel that the guys at looking at her just a little differently, and sliding in a little too many yellow jokes in their conversations with her than usual.

Worse, she didn’t know why this was happening. Could it be that there were people who actually saw her getting penetrated in public? Or was it something as innocent as someone spending some rumours about her as a joke (e.g. that she likes yellow jokes)?

As a result Sydney took the only action she suspect would help. Ceasing all hanky panky with the guys from her dormitory. She’d gone cold turkey for a week, relying only on her imagination and the internet to get the relief that she craved. But after one whole week, Sydney was done. It was too much.

She simply have to find another solution.

Thanks to today’s technology, with the abundance of the internet and phone applications, Sydney’s solution came easily. Away from her dorm, away from her faculty, Sydney found herself looking forward to her date as she paced towards the engineering campus.

Her date was decent looking and tall, which was always preferred in Sydney’s opinion. After quick introductions over a meal at the canteen, the two quickly proceeded into the deeper parts of the campus. They had discussed what many things online through the squarish machines they put in their pockets. Sydney had shared how she was uncomfortable without a condom, especially with a guy she’d never met, which the guy understandably agreed to. Sydney also casually mentioned how she suspects she may have a little bit of an exhibitionist fetish given her recent experiences while the guy responded that he loved being the dominating one during sex when they discussed things that turned them on. Sydney had given a fake name, and knew the guy probably did the same, although it really didn’t manner.

Hyped, Sydney’s date quickly snuck her deeper into the campus.

“I heard you liked some exhibitionist fun, so I thought I would let you choose. Handicap toilet without locking the door? Or a random unlocked classroom that we could find where people could easily peek in even after we lock it?”

Sydney wasn’t sure if she was daring enough to do it in a classroom where anyone could just look into or worse, walk in anytime. The decision was swiftly made and Sydney was quickly ushered into one of the less patronised handicap toilets where human traffic were few and far between. Her date had frankly shared that this was one of his go-to places and he had brought more than one of his “dates” here before.

Slightly amused at how often she gets drilled in toilets, Sydney was more than happy with the arrangement, especially it being with someone experienced who had tried this before. She was of course concerned about STIs, but her date had agreed to use a condom, which helped put some of her fears away, though of course not completely. But one can only get so conservative when one is out to play right?

Excited to finally break her cold turkey, Sydney leapt onto her date as soon as the door was closed behind them. Tongues were fighting and clothes strewed off as the two went at it with a twinge of awkwardness. After all, there were literally no chemistry prior. However, Sydney liked how he was gentle but urgent, clearly lustful but not forgetting to tease her every here and there. Clearly experienced, Sydney’s date nearly helped her reach her first orgasm by using only his fingers and tongue.

Teased until her patience wore thin, Sydney dismounted and quickly slid her date’s boxers down to reveal her hard and erect prize. A well shaved dick was something Sydney had never seen in her life and she had never realized how clean and sterile it made the tool look. It actually makes her want to pleasure it with her mouth, something that she does not usually enjoy doing but often do for the pleasure of her companion (and for reciprocal goodwill). Sydney’s sudden urge to swallow it whole was also because of another factor.

The length.

Sydney may have had some sexual encounters, but she was sure this is the shortest she’d ever seen. It barely looked like 4.5 inches in Sydney’s opinion and she started to wonder whether she would derive pleasure from it. No hurry, the more pressing question on her mind was whether she could and how comfortable it would be to deep-throat this petite figure.

Well, as it turns out, not very hard nor very uncomfortable.

Capping the meat stick and finally breaking her cold turkey, Sydney mounted her ride, excited that at any moment, someone could burst in and catch the two of them in a moment of passion. Her nipples were taken in and played with as she felt the rubber slid past her lips into her. Barely occupied, Sydney felt unfulfilled as she tried her very best to not let her disappointment show. Truly, it had felt better when her date was working with his fingers and tongue instead. Despite how hard Sydney was trying to elicit fake moans and imagine her wildest fantasies as she rode, Sydney was finding it hard to come. Worse, she begin to feel the tension that accompanies a guy when they are coming. Soon enough, after a shudder and a tremor or two, the warm machine beneath her ground to a halt, leaving poor Sydney disappointed and wanting.

To make matters worse, Sydney’s date begin to dress up, suggesting that the session was over, yet stopping her from doing the same. Still fully nude, Sydney was helped to her feet and positioned in front of the mirror, with her disappointing date hugging her waist from behind and pulling out his phone.

“What the bonkers!” Sydney thought.

He actually dared to suggest posing for a photo for memory’s sake. Furthermore, it was so casual, as if that’s something he does, without the need to ask for permission. As if Sydney was just another conquest, another trophy that he conquered. Ugh! Men!

It didn’t help that he was fully clothed and Sydney in the exact opposite attire. Objecting vehemently, Sydney quickly struggled out of his embrace, reaching for her own clothes that were still scattered near the sink. Unfortunately, it was at this moment the door of the handicap toilet slid open.

“Oh my god, sorry sorry” was all Sydney heard, turning around but failing to catch who the person was before the door was quickly slammed back into position.

“Just my luck again”, Sydney thought as she once again, inadvertently flashed another stranger. “At least it wasn’t from hall”. Sydney consoled herself.

With a sigh, Sydney quickly dressed up to leave. Face flushed, she hurried away in shame from the handicap toilet, head lowered and leaving her companion behind as she went by the girl who had just caught them.

A long walk back to the hall it is then.