Author's Note: By request of a reader, this story features a nonbinary (AFAB) protagonist.
Robin was surrounded by hands. Fingers caressed and stroked every sensitive inch of their skin, making them whimper and writhe, trying to press themself into the feather-light touches, greedily chasing sensation. But the touches remained soft and teasing, just enough to make them desperate, to stoke the burn of arousal inside of them without promising the pleasure of release.
"Robin."
They groaned and humped their hips forward, trying to present their virgin cunt, aching to be defiled. They were so horny, they were sure just a single firm touch would feel amazing--they would climax in seconds--but they couldn't find their way through the groping hands to touch themself.
"Robin!"
A sudden impact yanked Robin out of the dream. They woke with a startled yelp and flailed; the hands became their bedsheets, wrapped and tangled around their body, and the thing that had hit their head became a pillow.
When they managed to claw their way free of the mess of bedding and sit up, they found their roommate Lauren glaring at them. Lauren was sitting on her own bed across the room, now pillow-less.
"Huh?" Robin managed, still disoriented. Lauren rolled her eyes.
"You were moaning and shit."
"Oh!" Robin squeaked, immediately feeling their face heat with embarrassment. "Sorry, I was just, um. Dreaming."
"Yeah, I'll bet you were. Give my pillow back."
Robin tossed the pillow back, swallowing down both their shame and their annoyance at Lauren's attitude. Lauren was far from the only irritable student in their little corner of the dorms; in fact, it was pretty par for the course in their cohort. Robin, Lauren, and all of the other students in their hall were part of their university's subsidized tuition program--a fancy way of saying they couldn't pay, and didn't qualify for any scholarships, so they were working off their tuition instead.
It was a great opportunity, and the program was a lot less laborious than other work-study programs at other colleges, but sometimes Robin thought they might have made a mistake. This morning was one of those times. As Lauren jumped off of her bed and grumpily walked from the room, Robin reached a hand down between their own legs to palm the cold metal that separated their hand from their needy cunt, the sensations from their dream lingering in their mind.
The metal belt that they wore--which matched the one worn by Lauren, and by all of their neighbors along the hall--wasn't any normal chastity belt. It was an advanced piece of hardware, the newest innovation in both long-distance sexual relationships and in remote sex work: it was one half of the HyperPortal PocketPussy system. A quantum field inside the belt allowed it to interface across physical space with the other half of the system--a simple box or a tube, depending on the generation of the HP-PP--allowing whoever was holding the box or the tube to remotely access the most intimate parts of the wearer.
In short: somewhere out there was a PocketPussy that was filled with Robin's, well, actual pussy. And they were just waiting for some very rich person to rent it for...personal use.
So far, Robin had had no takers. Not that it should matter in theory; every day in the program counted towards paying down the cost of their tuition, whether their PocketPussy was actually rented or not. But, well, the belt had been locked on them at the start of the semester--over three months past, now--and it hadn't come off since then. It didn't need to; the high-tech belt took care of keeping them clean and fresh, as well as discretely taking care of their less sexy bodily functions.
But Robin had been in the habit of masturbating pretty regularly prior to enrolling in the subsidized tuition program, and they were starting to feel pretty...neglected.
Not that the alternative was necessarily better. They was reminded of this, and of the reason for Lauren's poor attitude, when they finished dressing and went out into the common room: they found Lauren bent over in the kitchenette, gripping the little counter tightly. Lauren's thighs were shaking with tension and she was sucking in sharp, almost vicious breaths through her teeth, letting the air out in faint whimpers.
Robin looked away quickly, flushing. It was a common sight in the morning--Lauren's holder liked to get off when he woke up, apparently--but Robin still hadn't been able to get used to it.
Lauren's whimpers went up in pitch and urgency as the seconds ticked by, but within a minute, she gasped quietly in disappointment and then shouted "Fuck!" and kicked the baseboard under the counter, her legs still shaking. "Fucking asshole!"
"Wow, a minute and a half? I think that's a record," Dina called sarcastically from the couch. She had been fortunate enough to grab a bedroom to herself on the other side of their suite, and shared their common room.
"Shut up," Lauren snapped. "I'm not in the mood, Dina."
"Why don't you just text him?" Dina suggested. "Ask him to rub your clit or whatever?"
Lauren yanked a cabinet door open and grabbed a box of cereal, then slammed it shut and turned on her heel to stomp back to the bedroom she shared with Robin, not even looking at Dina. Dina stared after her, then lifted her eyebrows at Robin.
"What the fuck is her problem?"
"She tried that," Robin pointed out, trying to make peace, though they didn't have a lot of hope. Dina was lost in her own world most of the time, and seemed to consider other people mostly to be inconveniences. "He just leaves her messages on read."
"Wow. Too bad," Dina said, shrugging and leaning back into the sofa. "My holder eats me out whenever I ask."
"Good for you," Robin said, and tried to focus their mind on breakfast and on their morning classes, because if they thought too hard about any of it--about the idea of suddenly feeling someone's tongue down there, or even the rough and clumsy penetration that Lauren got from her holder--they'd been too distracted to get anything done.
"You still don't have a holder, right?" Dina asked, oblivious. Robin made a vague noise of agreement as they rummaged through the mini-fridge and dug out a yogurt cup. "You shouldn't have told them you were a virgin," Dina informed them. "I bet they priced you way too high. It can't be your photos. I mean, you look like a nerd, but you have that sexy librarian look going on."
"Thanks," Robin said, feeling a flush come to their face again. They pretended to check the time on their phone. "Um, I have to get to class. See you later."
"Whatever."
Robin gathered their things and hurried out of the dorm room, bringing their yogurt cup and their books out to the grassy space that stretched between a couple of the dorm buildings and the nearest dining hall. They sat on a bench and opened a book, then opened their yogurt cup and started to eat while they studied, using the sheer volume of information in the latest chapter of their Chemistry 103 study guide to shove any torturous thoughts about sex out of their mind.
Twenty minutes later, they were interrupted by a small alert noise from their phone. They put their book aside and then picked up their phone, and their heart immediately beat faster when they saw they had a notification from the PocketPussy app. They fumbled with their phone and nearly dropped it before they managed to unlock it.
CONGRATULATIONS, the notification read. YOUR HYPERPORTAL POCKETPUSSY HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. TAP HERE TO CONNECT WITH YOUR HP-PP HOLDER.
Robin's stomach fluttered nervously even as their pussy tingled with anticipation. They quickly tapped to open the app, and were immediately dropped into a chat screen. They stared at the screen, frozen on the bench, waiting for something to happen with a strange mix of dread and excitement.
The seconds ticked by, and nothing happened. No message came through on the screen, and nothing touched their quivering sex.
Maybe the holder was waiting for them to say something? They bit their lip and looked around; the grass was empty, most people only leaving their dorms to head to class at this time in the morning. They tapped a quick greeting into the app.
R _ Hi
R _ :)
They added the smile in a second message, realizing in an anxious rush that they should probably make sure they sounded friendly. Then they sat and stared, waiting, but still nothing happened.
They checked the time again and chewed their lip anxiously. They had to get to class. But what if their holder started...using them for the first time during class? Not that they would get in trouble--the program was created by the school, and the teachers were pretty understanding about the results--but the idea of losing their virginity in front of an entire gawking classroom...
Robin shuddered and their empty pussy clenched. They shook their head and stood, looking back at their dorm, then hesitated.
They remembered one of the other students saying something about the PocketPussy activating as soon as it showed up at the holder's house. Their holder might not have even opened it yet. And Robin had an important test in their first class today.
"Crap," they muttered to themself, dithering. They looked at the app one more time; still no message, and now they saw that there was a little circle to indicate whether the other person was online, and it was grey. The spot where the other person's name and pronouns would be displayed were blank, too, which they could only assume meant that their holder hadn't even set up a profile on the app yet.
"Okay. Okay." They gathered their stuff and shoved it into their bag, then threw out the empty yogurt cup, and--after one more moment of hesitation--started walking to class.
If something started happening, they could always...get up and run to the bathroom or whatever.
They flushed at the idea, imagining themself bent over a toilet in a public restroom stall, hand over their mouth, trying to muffle their squeals as they were fucked for the first time. Their body clenched again.
No. Robin shook their head, trying to clear the image. They wouldn't get anything done if they were thinking about that all day.
They arrived at the classroom a little early. They slid into their usual seat at the very front of the room, and only had the thought after they had sat down that maybe they should have gone to the back so that they would be more concealed if anything started to...happen. But the professor had already seen them, greeting them with a smile and a nod, and it would be strange if they got up and moved now. They smiled back and hoped it looked normal, then flipped open their notes to cram in some last-minute studying.
The test was just difficult enough to wipe their mind of other worries for a while. They lost themself in the sea of equations, their brain too full of numbers to remember to be concerned about what might be happening with the other end of their HP-PP device.
Robin finished the test a bit early--as they often did--and dropped it off with the professor before sitting back down. In any other class, a test day would've meant a short class and they could've just left once they finished, but this professor considered that to be a waste of time and preferred to go right into the next chapter after the class finished a test.
So Robin was sitting in the silent classroom, fiddling with their phone but not really looking at it as they waited for the rest of the class to finish taking the test. And that was when they felt the first touch of a finger playing through the damp folds of their sex.
They jolted in their chair and just barely managed to muffle a squeak of surprise. The student sitting next to them looked up from his test and frowned at them, and they mouthed a silent apology. Their phone, set to silent, buzzed a quick notification in their hands, and they fumbled to unlock it quickly.
Their holder's side of the screen had filled in with information: the pronouns given were he/him, but in place of a name, it just said 'Sir'.
Their face immediately tingled hot and they slunk down in their seat, hoping the professor couldn't see how hard they were blushing. Sir?! That wasn't a name, that was some kind of, of--
The finger rubbed over their labia again, swirling in slow, exploratory circles that made them want to jerk their hips. They quickly scrolled down to the chat and found that their holder had sent them a couple of messages.
