Yesterday was fun…
Around noon I texted the LGS about giant, deadly, leaping spiders, and she texted me about her trouble getting motivated to go to her 2pm class. I had an errand on campus that I had been trying to get motivated to get around to as well, so I decided to kill two birds with one trip, caught a spider in a mason jar, and headed off to roust the LGS. (sadly, the spider got away).
When I got there she very, very reluctantly let me in, and crawled back into bed. Her shorts were inside out and she had her head under the covers I picked her up, and dumped her fully clothed into the shower.
I then totally failed to make her go to class. Instead she tagged along on my errand, and then I fed her super crappy junk food. But I did my civic duty by making her vote. After that I finally forced her to attend one of her three classes that day. She stayed long enough to get her paper back, then she cut out early and we went back to her place for kinky sex, dark & stormys and Indian take-out. I shot a lot of cum in her eye, and later she did this really sexy thing involving cum and her ass. I had two fantastic orgasms and never took off my shoes.
Around 1am, I’m lying on the floor, she’s on the couch above me talking to people with her laptop:
“The german just asked if I wanted to cuddle.”
“Oh, time for the night shift to take over? Should I get moving?”
“No no, you gotta blah blah blah….”
And here she insisted that I must be talking trash about her to my friends, and she wouldn’t give my phone back until I told her at least one mean thing I’d said behind her back. Now, the one sure thing this tells me is that SHE must be talking all sorts of trash about me. But seriously, I couldn’t think of anything. I couldn’t even come up with any convincing lies, probably ‘cause I’d taken a couple orgasms and about 6 ounces of 151 proof rum to the dome.
Then she says, “oh yeah, the german is headed over.”
She doesn’t actually call him “the german.” That would be weird. But she vetoed my old pseudonym for him. Anyway, to make a long story just a tiny bit shorter than it could have been, I literally pushed my bike out her door as he pushed his in. We should have passed a baton…