He laughed. “Sweetheart, really. There’s nothing to be paranoid about. And if you want to put her on the veto list, we’ll put her on the veto list.” DJ smiled, but inwardly, he was steeling himself.
“No,” she said at last after a long pause. “No, I know you guys are buddies. I’ll deal.”
DJ tipped her sullen chin up to look at him, and kissed her tenderly. “You don’t have to deal. You don’t want us hanging out, we don’t hang out. I’m putting her on the list. Period end.”
She opened her mouth to disagree, but he silenced her with a kiss, and by the time they stopped, the matter had been long since considered concluded.
Only… it wasn’t.
With opportunity, desire, and a healthy supply of boner pills courtesy of his tolerant local pharmacist, DJ marauded the campus at his leisure. Anywhere and everywhere was an opportunity, and increasingly, he just did what he felt like doing without even considering. On his own, he probably wouldn’t have, but Ashley was his most ardent cheerleader. If he saw some flowers he wanted to give to Ashley, he picked them out of the campus gardens and gave them to her. He saw someone with a candy bar he wanted, he took it. Nice boobs? He squeezed ‘em.
Nothing was off-limits to him any more.
Sara Bradshaw awakened with a start when her alarm notified her it was time to go to her next class. What a fucked up, dream, she thought. She didn’t want to forget it, so she decided to text her bestie, Hannah, about it. Hannah always liked hearing about these kinds of things—she luxuriated in the weird.
so u no how i nap in the union btwn classes? had KRZY dream 2day
Hannah replied quickly with a ???, so she continued, assured of her live audience.
so like i fell asleep rite? and in the dream, i was ALSO asleep in the union, and it started w waking up to find this guy feeling me up just sitting next 2 me squezing my tits like it was normal lol
Was it someone u know, or one of those fuzzy face stranger dream guys? Hannah asked.
neither—just sum rando
She was still typing when Hannah interjected again. Was it a nekkid dream? I get those sometimes, where I’m in public and in my underwear or something. Supposedly means your stressed or something…?
Sara deleted her text to reply. no like was wearing same clothes im really wearing now shut up so i can tell u she said, adding an lol to conceal her irritation. neway so in the dream i thought it was real and i was like who da fuq is u and he actually tells me its just a dream go back 2 sleep. so i look aroudn and theres like six ppl nearbye and none of them r even looking as he just gropes me, and i was like i don’t want him to but i just sat there and let him
lol—dream Sara is apparently a great big slut, Hannah joked.
i no! it was like i didnt want him 2 but i like couldn’t convince myself 2 stop him so like i just figured it must be a dream so like IN THE DREAM i went back 2 sleep and he just like lifts my shirt and undoes my bra and like even tho it was a dream he had trouble with it lol
Boobs like yours require some pretty serious hardware :P
shut up lol i cant help it! The lol was literal.
She was at her lecture hall by now, and found her usual seat in the front row—she always sat in front, to help her professors recognize her face and name. Hannah impatiently asked if that was the whole thing, so once she had her pen and notebook out, she resumed. sorry just settling in 2 class. so neway im like lying there ‘asleep’ and hes groping me, then he stops and im like whew and then he just moves he onto my back, climbs on top of me and just… ya
wtf is “ya”?!?!?! you can’t skip over the good stuff, Sar! >:(
you know, like, he put IT btwn my boobs and started rubbing it until he was happy
… you srsly let a guy titty-fuck you in a dream? also—you can’t just say “titty-fuck” even in a text message? Sara could practically hear her friend’s characteristic snark.
ok fine yes he titty-fucked me happy now? :—/ Sara didn’t like those kinds of words.
Not as happy as your dream stud, sounds like… Hannah retorted.
ugh ya he like totally got off all over my neck and my face and 4 a minute i worried it wasnt a dream but then like i heard him tell ppl to quit staring and i opened my eyes and noone was and like no way ppl wouldnt b looking if it was 4 real
Sara took a deep breath. It had been so vivid that it was all easy to recall. then he just put my bra back on and tugged my sweater down and left, and the dream ended and i woke up 2 my alarm
The professor was now in the front of the room getting his presentation ready; class would begin in a moment. that’s… insane, Hannah said, then quickly followed, you’re SURE it was a dream, right? That’s really freaking weird.
Sara rolled her eyes. Hannah always thought she had all these repressed sexual urges hidden just beneath the surface. duh—i definitely wouldnt put up with that shit—it was super weird and gross. def a dream—no worries. talk more l8r class is starting, Sara finished hurriedly and put the phone away as her professor took to his podium.
“Good evening, class. I got a lot of emails from you about the reading this week, so I wanted to start by…” As he spoke, his eyes focused increasingly on Sara in her front-row seat, then squinted, scrutinizing her attentively. “Um, Ms. Bradshaw? You’ve got… something…” He made a face.
Sara frowned at being in the spotlight so suddenly. Not knowing what he meant, she quickly got her phone back out and turned on the camera. There, staring back at her with an expression of dawning horror, was her face, and on her face—and her neck, and spotting her sweater—were numerous mostly-dried blobs of semen.
She fainted.
“I just happen to think we should all be working at what we’re best at,” DJ explained to his boss Katja. “Play to our strengths as the old saying goes. I know you’re concerned that Emily isn’t keeping up on her programs and that rounds aren’t always done quite how you want them to be, but maybe you just need to step back and re-think things.
“You see, each of us has talents and interests, and as someone working in the field of ‘student development,’ I’d expect you to appreciate my approach. I have an interest in girls, for example, so my rounds are often spent in developing that interest in my fellow students. Emily’s been a big help, honestly. Abby, too. And they’re both developing their own interest in pleasuring me, which I’m sure you can appreciate is perfectly natural for young women to do.
“As for programming, no, Emily’s girls aren’t being educated in a traditional sense, but I think there’s a lot for young women to learn from such a fine role model, don’t you? How to scurry, fetch, clean, pamper, wait, and otherwise please a man. Not that I think all of her girls are into men, but most are, and besides, sometimes targeting a particular demographic can enhance the educational outcomes.
“Now I don’t want to hear any more about you hassling them. Their job is keeping me satisfied, and they’re doing great at it. You, on the other hand… next time I have to come in here for some training, I expect your blowjobs to be much more refined than this. Ask Emily, if you need help—she’s a pro. I won’t stand for this kind of negligence to vital tasks, understand?”