9:30pm. Tiffany had finished washing her face and returned to her biology textbook and cabernet. As per the usual, she was confident about the test, and utterly inebriated. Alex strolled into the living room and approached the couch.
"Wanna catch a flick?" he asked with a bit of sauce.
"Nein. I have to finish studying for the exam."
"It can wait."
She grinned and said, "Fuck off Alex, I'll give you a blowjob later, I'm busy right now."
Her perception and bluntness always managed to catch him off guard. With a sheepish smile he withdrew to their bedroom.
Tiffany had always had an easy time with guys. Her mother was Malaysian born Chinese, and her father was from Portugal. Her features subtly transmuted their genes into a distinctly unusual but undetermined exotic quality. She never put on makeup or particularly coordinated clothing, yet proved to be endlessly fascinating to her male classmates. The incessant smoking, drinking, and illicit drug use did little to dissuade even the most "straight-edge" boys.
Alex was clean. His pores, that is. For whatever reason, she was obsessed with pores. When she lost her virginity in high school, it was to a big hunky quarterback. Actually that's how her friends had described Jay, but all she noticed as he kept thrusting deeper inside her, was a group of enlarged pores in the middle of his nose. She let him shoot his load, and later profess his undying devotion, but then got the fuck home and washed herself thoroughly, exfoliating until her face was red from abrasion
She met Alex last July. He had asked her if she wanted to study with him for physics. His impeccable complexion compelled her to say yes, though later his conspicuous inability to comprehend the most basic of methods to derive formulas proved unnerving. Ultimately it was his skill, or more accurately his willingness to do whatever she liked, that won her over.
As she closed the book, finishing the segment on social monogamy and sexual promiscuity, she ventured back to the bedroom. The place was in his name (almost a given since technically speaking, only married couples where supposed to live together on campus), and he paid the rent, which seemed reasonable enough, considering his parents wealth. She was nice enough to sleep with him, despite the intelligence gap, so she figured they were even.
Making her way to the bed, she found him sleeping. The clock indicated it was 12:36am, but she figured he'd appreciate a little play. She delved beneath the covers, and straddled his sleeping figure. She was not particularly horny but was always willing to keep her word, so she gently reached for the waist of his boxers and lowered them five or six inches. Her wine stained lips wrapped around his restful cock. Sufficient slurping and oscillation evoked a low gasp from him as his penis rapidly grew inside her mouth. She was adept at the fellatio, not by virtue of experience (though she certainly had quite a bit of that), but because of her extensive research during the boredom filled hours at class. The school's wireless network was largely to thank for Alex's fun. Tiffany went through the steps in her mind. First she bobbed her head up and down, then darted her tongue around his glans, all the while massaging his testicles with her hand. Nine minutes of such activity was necessary before his contractions blew several hundred million sperm into her mouth. She felt like placating him, so she swallowed and went to sleep with a slightly unpleasant taste in the back of her mouth.
The next day was reminiscent of them all.
"How did you sleep, Tiff?"
"Good. You?"
"Good...great even... thanks."
She smiled, but was secretly disappointed that he was such a fucking pushover.
"Breakfast?"
"Yeah... ok" she purred, sparking a tightly rolled joint.
"Mushrooms, jack, and jalapenos?"
After a long toke she said affirmatively, "woooooord."
She made it to the bio test with approximately 85 seconds to spare. After briefly settling in, she remembered that the human penis acted as a squeegee, removing competitive sperm from the vagina. The test, which was filled to the brim with indefinite articles, made her yearn for an unpredictable boy, or possibly food. Wait... maybe that was the weed. She couldn't be sure, but she was basically finished anyway, so she raised her hand and turned in the scantron.
"Hey, Tiffany" said a voice.
She looked around outside the auditorium, but didn't see anyone. Caffeine withdrawal was giving her a killer headache so she moved on, but then the voice came again.
"TiffANY..."
"Oh, hey. What's up Kevin?"
"Meh, same old. I hope I passed the test."
Kevin could get a hold of virtually any illicit drug or black market commodity. Last year he even snagged a bottle of Absinthe, which according to him had recently been legalized in certain eastern European countries.
"You 'tard" she laughed. "Why didn't you attend class? Or buy the fucking books for that matter?"
"There are certain things I can't sacrifice for med school... like free time."
"Ass."
"Coffee?"
She grinned. "Yeah ok."
They emptied their pockets at Starbucks. She asked for an i.v. drip, but the best the cute Hispanic boy could do was a triple espresso. Kevin had a double.
"Jesus Tiffany, you look tired. Don't tell me you were studying again."
"We can't all exploit the campus marketplace."
He smiled. "How's Alex?"
"Still studying cinema. Every day he comes home with more words like 'syntagmatic' or 'mese-en-scene'. He still likes The Matrix though."
"Much to learn about snobbery I see."
