My heart beat inside my chest heavily as I finished the climb to the top story of the library for their public computers on campus. It was the most humiliating experience knowing that you once had a working laptop but a little spilt coffee and now you were forced to sit next to the guy who was mostly bald aside from the sickly thin ponytail sticking out the back of his fat head. The pimples that covered his body were clear and present on the base of his neck though most of that would be covered with a wispy beard that didn't cover half of his cheeks or upper lip, and the smell of sweat could penetrate any article of clothing you had. I frowned as I looked down the rows of open computers to use. I had one hour in the library to get my school work done... but honestly after having to walk from my dorm to the library the inspiration to actually finish a school assignment was sapped from me like some evil madman zapped me with an energy draining ray gun.
I settled on the computer furthest away from Sir Stinks-a-Lot, as I titled him of course, only to find him staring down at me over the hands of the other typists. I felt myself grow red faced as I realized he had his eyes locked with my smaller breasts. What the hell... seriously? I adjusted my frumpy sweatshirt to try and cover myself from his leering eyes and scooted as far forward into the retaining cubicle as I could so he couldn't get even more sick pleasure out of watching me do school work. I rested my chin in my open palm and settled my elbow onto the desk. My right hand went to work on the mouse as I idled over the concept of logging onto the school portal. I closed my eyes removed my hand from my chin and began to type in the URL field. When I opened them I found the title of my favorite anime forum board plastered on the screen.
Dammit looks like today wasn't going to be a productive day after all. I scrolled lazily along the titles. I didn't want to bother with logging into the computer, since first off it wasn't my own, but it seemed that someone else used this site because all of the links were purpled out. I sighed as I followed a few of the top rated. They changed every hour so you didn't know what new and exciting manga or shows were going to be coming out soon. With online video I could practically watch any one of them I wanted for free and wouldn't have the obligation of paying for a cable channel to only get a billion ads thrown at me... that and I was getting too cheap for Netflix. The scenario of a broke college student rang true in my ears every time someone talked about making ramen noodles a high end cuisine of their week. For me it had become cereals in mass produced bags that were the staple of my diet, either that or flavorless bulk oatmeal. That is probably how I kept myself so thin.
I felt my cheeks burn red as I realized there was a drawing of some oversized but hunky anime man on my screen. I looked left and right to make sure no one was watching over my shoulder as I closed the link down. I couldn't stand the idea of someone knowing that I was secretly admiring a drawing of a character that would never be real. Real people were nasty though. It would be so much better if some online character could become real and walk with me. I could talk with him and be content feeling his hand press into my palm and I could rest my chin on his chest while we talked the day away under a breezy tree. I sighed as the next picture of the hunk faded as I closed the link. I could only wish... but sadly none of it would come true. Just as the image fell away another image was filling the entire screen. A beautiful interpretation of a woman in the new age digital style manga filled my view, but I became aware that the coloration was mostly flesh. She had blue gray hair that fell in long strands over her shoulders and touched the tops of full breasts. Her middle was fit and slim. She was sitting but her legs were spread apart open and inviting and between them hung one of the most realistic depictions of a horse cock I had ever seen in my entire life, and I had only seen one or two from accidental glimpses online when doing a research paper here or there. I felt my cheeks turn even redder and I quickly tried to click the close link. In my haste however I clicked the slideshow button. It began to scroll through the next few pictures of the woman. Bending forward stroking the tool, standing against a wall the tip pressed up against the underside of her breasts, white cream splashing over her stomach as she lay on her back touching herself... I let out a squeak and pressed the power button to the computer. What an idiot. How could I have missed the button?
I stood up from the chair and hung my head in shame as I began to leave the library. I didn't even care if the nasty bearded wonder was staring at me. I didn't care if anyone noticed the fact I hadn't even been at the terminal for more than five minutes before audibly squeaking, turning off the computer, and leaving immediately. I felt so horrible. I crossed my arms around my middle as though trying to keep the butterflies from bursting out of my insides, and I made my way to the exit of the library. Someone was blocking the entrance and if I hadn't been hanging my head looking at the ground I probably would have rammed right into them. Black shoes with silver spiked studs filled my vision. I stopped abruptly and looked up to find myself face to face with an extremely pale skinned woman. She had stark blue eyes and black hair that fell in curls around her face. An odd style of hair for a gothic woman, but somehow it suited her well. Her body was gorgeous however, almost on par with the woman I had just - I felt my insides flutter again at the thought of the woman jerking a horse cock on the computer. This goth girl did however have an extremely nice body. From breasts that caught even my attention, to a narrow waist, and flaring hips that only screamed to be touched. I shivered feeling so ashamed of everything about the day. I deserved to sit in my dorm alone tonight and do nothing but pout.