Couldn't Bear the Thought!

I’m bright (although it seems boastful to say so) and have a set of really good high school qualifications. 

I was also cheeky about it, applying only to the top two universities in the country where I live. Very few ‘outsiders’ get called for interview. You normally have had to have gone to the ‘right’ schools, or be the child of seriously wealthy and powerful people to get in. My parents are seriously wealthy, but they don’t move in the corridors of power. 

So I was surprised when I got a letter inviting me for interview. 

I dressed in my best and rocked up at the required time. The guy interviewing me was with two others, neither of whom seemed to take any interest in me whatsoever. Maybe, I figured, I was just there so they could meet some kind of half-assed quota for interviewing people like me. Who knows? I answered their questions, then they said they’d let me know. 

Afterwards, I took myself for a walk around the place..or at least, some of it, the campus is vast. I found blocks of student accommodation, and Miss Brain stirred herself and asked me a physics question. “How much semen, do you think, is shot in these halls over the course of an academic year?” Gallons, I suspect. With licked and swallowed pussy juice coming in at several pints! 

I saw students lounging on the grass, and there was easily enough eye candy to get me seriously wet. One girl in particular had a sort of pixie cut of almost white hair and she was sitting like I would, not giving a fuck who saw between her legs. She had her back against a wall, feet up by her bum, knees spread wide. All that was missing was an arrow sign-written “here’s my cunt”. Better yet, the large amount of panty that I could see showed me that she was as wet as I was! 

I stood looking, but trying not to look like I was looking. I even managed to get my phone out and snap a quick picture of her. 

Next stop, the nearest restroom. Enlarging the image (thank God for modern phones!) allowed me to focus on her crotch while I took my own panties down, but I found I wanted to look at all of her while I masturbated. 

Miss Brain did a superb job of imagining how she would look naked, what her body would be like, and, most importantly of all, what her cum-face might look like. I imagined bringing her to orgasm with my fingers while watching her writhe on the bed. 

I heard the familiar drip of water as I came sitting on the toilet. Mmm…..fucking lovely! 

Two weeks later, a letter arrived. No doubt a rejection. But no! I had been offered a place! 

Just the mere thought of leaving Emily, even for relatively short 8 week terms at a time was simply unbearable. I love her so much, I couldn’t stand to be apart from her. Even her going to work everyday tears at my soul. 

Writing my letter declining the offer was, perhaps, one of the easiest things I have ever done. 

(I kept the photo though!)