Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2006 23:34:44 -0500 From: Tyrannosaurus Sex Subject: Fun, Chapter 2 Fun by Tyrannosaurus Sex jjj7676@gmail.com Tuesday Tim dashed up the stairs to his room. His friends couldn't believe he was going to devote the whole rest of his night to studying again, but man, how it had paid off. He'd aced the o-chem quiz that morning--the scores hadn't come back, but he knew it--and only a couple other people in a class of more than fifty could say that. Cara, of course, was one of them. Tim was pretty pleased with himself. They'd had coffee again after class, and he'd been a little bolder with her, suggesting that once Organic Chem was out of the way, maybe they could go do something at night sometime? Laughing, she'd agreed with a big smile. She'd asked about one of the problems on the quiz, and he'd explained to her how to find the answer. It was obvious that she'd missed it on the quiz, but equally obvious that she was impressed he'd known it. Yeah, she was one smart cookie herself, and she was into him. But he could think about that later. For now, more work. They'd have another quiz on Thursday, and he had to be ready. He wasn't going to blow it now that he could see the fruits of his labor. Three hours in it was time for a break. Just like the night before, he had an email from Cara waiting for him. "We must be on the same schedule," he wrote her back, followed by a smiley. Oh. The spam from the day before was still in his inbox, too--he'd closed the computer without deleting it. Remembering his diversions of the previous evening, he blushed. He clicked on the email to delete it, but he couldn't help taking another look at the girl's face. She was really cute. Oh, what was it about her expression that was so...nasty? Naughty? Kinky? What was the right word? Then he smiled. There it was: Fun. She looked like she'd be fun. He wondered if she'd think he was any fun. Oh, his hard-on was starting to swell again. Well, Tim supposed, it couldn't hurt. He was hardly a porno addict--between yesterday and today this was easily the most he'd looked at in weeks. He felt a little guilty imagining what Cara would think--she definitely did not seem like the type who went in for porn, for this particular kind of fun--but he reminded himself that he wasn't married to her. Hell, they hadn't even kissed. Hadn't even gone on a real date! He clicked the ad again, staring at the girl's wet little tongue. The site popped up just like the night before, but for some reason, it wasn't the same. Oh, everything looked the same--the girl was on the bed, gyrating and fingering herself, mouthing the words over and over again: "Masturbation is fun. Masturbation is so much fun." But whatever sexual demon had possessed him last night wasn't rearing its head. God, that was frustrating. It seemed weird, but Tim knew how he felt, even if he couldn't describe it or why. Masturbation really had been so much fun last night. And now it wasn't. Why not? He stopped lazily stroking his hard-on and clicked the picture. The link took him straight to the porn site's signup page. Typical. It didn't even offer a free tour. Next to the signup form was just a picture of another girl, just as sluttily attired as the masturbating girl, but in more opulent clothing: a fur wrap that covered only her intimate parts; high, expensive-looking stilletto heels; and jewelry so big and sparkly it was almost trashy. She leaned against the side of the browser window, and above her head ran another headline, in the same font as the first one, but with a variation on the same theme: JOINING IS FUN! Holy shit, the site was expensive! Almost $70 for a 30-day membership. Tim didn't really have that kind of money to spend--he was as disciplined with his budget and the one credit card he had as he was about his studies. But... There was something about this new girl's face, how she smiled, how she looked like she didn't give a shit about anything but--well, fun. She was kind of a bimbo. Just the way she held her body suggested that she would love the idea of spreading her legs right there, squealing in delight as the first hard cock pierced her moistness. Yes, this was definitely a fun girl. She knew how to have fun. Maybe there were more pictures of her inside. Tim found himself trying to keep one hand on his cock--which had suddenly become as hard as it had been the night before--while he dug his credit card out of his wallet. With his free hand, he punched in the numbers and his personal information. Finally, finally, he was in! The browser opened up to a new, secure page now that he was a member of the site. The girl from the signup page was there again, but now she was on her back on an expensive leather couch, her fur unwrapped but still with all her trashy bling. Actually--oh, God--she even had delicately, tastefully pierced nipples with big shiny diamonds dangling from them. Above her a new legend read: YOU JOINED ME! LET'S HAVE SOME FUN! Sonofabitch. Tim gripped his cock and squeezed, and his load blasted all over his stomach, his shirt, his only halfway-removed pants, and his desk. Finally, several minutes later, his breathing slowed and he assessed himself. What had he done? He'd just blown $70 to get himself off--although he had to admit it was easily the best orgasm he could ever remember having, alone or with a girl. Masturbation was fun. But joining? God, that had been stupid. Well, he thought... Stupid. But fun. He supposed $70 wouldn't break him, and it wasn't like he was going to get it back now anyway. With a sigh, he quit the browser. He deleted the spam this time, but he supposed it didn't matter. Now that he'd bought the membership--he had a note confirming the purchase in his inbox--he'd probably go back, just so the money wasn't wasted. Tim tried to study for another hour like he'd promised himself he would, but he couldn't concentrate. Finally, he just went to bed.