[F4F] Best friends, innocent girls, and how they become college sluts
Hartbrooke University was an esteemed institution, centred around giving the most talented and artistic students the opportunities and skills to thrive in their industries. It was a major deal to say the least, the kinda place that whilst every lecture was relaxed enough, felt like it screamed old money. Getting in on scholarship was near impossible but was accomplished every year, thus every student who got in held themselves to a standard that most of their peers did not. That included a lot of self-imposed responsibilities, rules, so on.
It did not include masturbating 15 minutes before class, but yet there Max was. She’d gotten into Hartbrooke to study English, specifically creative writing and despite her slim chances she’d been one of the few lucky ones selected to attend without worry of fees. She cried when she read the letter with her parents for the first time.
Now, tears stung her eyes as she touched herself, pants around her ankles and her legs spread just enough to let her get off. “Please, please pleaseee” she whined, desperately moving her fingers in the way that she loved. It wasn’t often she did this but she wasn’t a prude either, but today it just..wasn’t doing anything. She’d woken up in the mood and spent the last half an hour touching herself to no avail, her once soft moans turning into frustrated cries as her ecstasy was denied her. She couldn’t go to class like this, she couldn’t.
Her alarm told her otherwise. It was give up now or be late, her fingers frantically pleasuring herself as her free hand gripped her breast and squeezed, pinched, whatever she could think of to try and push herself over the edge. “Oh my god, please. Fuck me, please!. This isn’t fair!” She whimpered, biting her lower lip to shut herself up as she checked the time again. 10 minutes.
She barely made it to class on time. She dressed herself frantically, fixed her hair best she could and rushed out of the door hoping her slightly frazzled look was endearing to the people who saw her. ‘Way to go Maxine. Nearly late to the most prestigious school of the arts in the world because you can’t cum.’
The notion made her blush in embarrassment. It was a simple thing her body denied her and that made it all the worse, being refused her orgasm and the lingering fear that something was wrong with her now. Usually, this was Max’s favorite part of the week. Literature seminars felt safe to her in a way almost nothing else did. Conversations about symbolism and narrative voice and yearning disguised as metaphor. Rooms where people were rewarded for overthinking. For noticing things too deeply. Usually this is where she thrived, yet today she was so out of sorts it was all she could do to try and listen to no avail. Her mind wandering and wandering to things it shouldn’t and despite every attempt to push those ideas away they came roaring back louder, stronger, hotter to the forefront of her mind and seemingly settling between her legs.
Her body pushed up against someone else’s, their hands roaming all over her. Her legs spread for them as she pushed their head between her legs, their mouth on her pussy. Taking a man’s cock in her hand, her mouth, even in her-
‘Jesus Christ, focus!’ She thought, snapping herself out of her stupor. Outwardly, Max still looked exactly the same: good grades, organized deadlines, quiet humor, the girl professors described as* *‘thoughtful’ in feedback comments. Inside though? She felt like a pervert. She thought about sex near constantly now, and her body seemed to be torturing her for it. She wasn’t even thinking of it in a glamourising way. It was just an endless, humiliating ache she couldn’t escape.
“Max?” Came a voice, and she landed all too uncomfortably into reality. “Yes?” She replied in a way that felt far too fast and far too guilty as she met eyes with her professor. She could feel herself going red and wanted to break down right in her seat. The professor smiled mildly. “You’ve been quiet today. What do you make of Woolf’s treatment of suppressed desire?”
“I..” she began, Normally she was good at this. Seminar discussion was her territory. She always had interpretations, observations, arguments. Now her thoughts scattered uselessly the moment she tried to grab hold of them. All except the ones she wished would go. All these eyes on her felt so judgemental. ‘They know.’ A voice in her head said absurdly. ‘They know you’re a degenerate, a whore, a little freak and they can all see it.’
“I’m sorry,” Max managed finally, staring down at her annotated copy of the novel. “I lost my train of thought.” Thankfully someone else jumped in smoothly to rescue the conversation, launching into an analysis of emotional restraint in modernist literature while Max sat frozen in her chair, humiliation burning steadily beneath her skin.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she checked it discreetly, a small smile making its way across her face as she read it. A message from her best friend, also in class right around this time:
HannahBannana: “I might drop out and join the circus, this academic shit got hands.”
Max-imum: “Can I join?”
Max bit back her smile, checking the time. Hannah was like her saving grace today. If anything would make it all better? It was Hannah.
————————————————————————
Hey girls! First post here in a long time and it comes to me as I’m blinking my eyes awake so apologies if it’s a little incoherent or rambling at times.
For those of you unclear, the plot centres around two girls in very similar situations. Two best friends (Max and Hannah, names applicable to changing of course) with very little to no sexual experience and the same desperate situation of their usual routine not cutting it anymore.
This Roleplay with explore a lot of themes ideally, specially repressed sexuality AND repressed homosexuality between the two girls. I’d love to see how their friendship develops more and more as they use eachother as a safety net when sinking into depravity, perhaps even reaching a stage of relationship?
For my gay girls who aren’t interested in men we can drop all mentions of guys and instead focus on the girls and their lesbian desires, likewise to my fellow Bi-girlies who’d want the same. This Roleplay is open to anyone and I’d love to see all the ways we can take it!
Hopefully you’ve all had some fun reading and if it interests you please send me a message, I can’t wait to write with you all!
With love,
Thrud