Splitting the Uprights
“Cheryl, would you get out of here?”
“What’s the matter, Celia? You trying to kick me out of here?”
“Well if you must know the truth,” Cheryl’s roommate said, “the answer is yes.”
“Hey!”
Celia laughed at her American friend. “You know damned well I’m not going to get any studying done as long as you’re around,” she said with her thoroughly British accent.
“Yeah, but—”
“And besides, I know perfectly well that you and Zack are going out to the movies.”
“That might not be all we’re doing,” Cheryl said with a giggle. “Hey, maybe we can get a friend of Doug’s and bring him home for you.”
“Cheryl!”
“I’m just saying. You got to get out more.”
“I’ve got homework.”
“Okay, but you know what they say. All work and no play makes Celia a very horny girl.”
“They most certainly do not say that,” said Cheryl’s roommate.
“Well maybe not, but they should.”
“Cheryl!”
“Okay, I’m going, I’m going, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You don’t start getting yourself some action and pretty soon, you’ll be humping any boy that comes along.”
In spite of herself, Celia laughed at that. It wasn’t like she didn’t ever think about sex but it seemed as if that was all her American friend ever thought about. “Go on,” she said playfully. “Get out of here.”
Cheryl laughed. “I’m going,” she said. “I’m going.”
Celia smiled as the door finally closed behind her friend. She was finally alone she thought even as she walked back to the kitchen. She dumped the pot of tea and filled it up with water. This was going to be a long night, she told herself.
She laid her books and study materials out and then she was pouring herself a cup of tea. Now, she told herself as she got her laptop out. Now, it was time to study.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been studying when the icon popped up on her screen. She opened the chat window. “Hi there,” was the message from user charmer.
She nodded to herself. She’d chatted with this boy before. It might be good for a little study break she told herself. “Hi,” she typed back.
“You alone?”
“Who wants to know?”
“Come on. I already know.”
That got Celia’s attention. Who was this guy and how did he know she was alone? “Who says I’m alone,” she typed out.
“I do, otherwise you wouldn’t be talking with me. Probably too busy studying to go out on the town.”
“That’s what you think,” Celia typed out even though the message was closer to the truth than she really cared to admit.
“If you weren’t home, you wouldn’t be logged on.”
Well he had her there, Celia thought.
“Do you like sex?”
Whoa, Celia thought. That was a bit personal.
“I bet you think I’m being too personal, don’t you?”
You got that right, Celia thought even as she typed her reply.
“But I want to know,” said her chatting buddy.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Ha. You got me there, but I know already.”
Celia snorted at that. “What do you think you know,” she asked.
There was a pause before the reply came. “I know your pussy is getting wet.”
What?!
“How’s your pussy feel?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You don’t want to admit it. I can understand that.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. We both know your pussy is getting wet.”
It is not, she wanted to say, yet ... and yet ... no, it couldn’t be.
“You know it’s happening. Just listen to your pussy.”
No, it couldn’t be.
Her mysterious chatter was saying something but Celia was too distracted with what she was feeling between her legs. This was insane, she told herself, and yet her pussy was wet.
“Are you there?”
Yeah, she was there, Celia tried to tell herself, and yet it was so hard to concentrate.
“You seem busy,” said the unknown chatter. “Maybe I should go.”
Celia was having trouble focusing.
“Cya,” was the message on the screen.
Celia wasn’t even thinking anymore. She just pulled up her skirt and let her hand slide between her legs and it wasn’t long before she had her hand inside her panties. Oh geez, she thought as she fingered herself. Oh geez, that was good, and she didn’t care much who saw what she was doing.
The next morning when Celia awoke, she was irritated with herself. She’d meant to get some studying done, but she’d spent the first half hour playing with her pussy and when she was finally done playing with her pussy, she hadn’t felt much like doing any studying so that when morning came, she felt like she was going to have to do it all over again.
That was okay. At least, Cheryl had another date so it wasn’t like she was going to be hanging around and bugging her and it wasn’t like she needed to get the studying done that night so it was okay if she lost a day.
But of course, Cheryl wasn’t about to let her roommate off that easily. “You’re studying again,” the American said.
“I didn’t get as much done as I wanted to do,” said her British friend. That certainly was a true statement.
“I think you study too much.”
Yeah, Celia thought, and maybe you should study a little more, but the girl didn’t tell her friend that. “I just need to keep up with my studies,” she said.
“Doug and me are going out to a movie,” Cheryl said with a giggle, “or at least that’s what he said we’re doing.”
“Why? What do you think you’re really doing?”
“I’m not sure,” Cheryl said mysteriously. “I’m just not sure we’re going to a movie.”
“Well whatever you’re doing,” Celia told her friend, “you have fun at it. I’m going to be studying.”
“Well you have fun, too, with your studying,” although from her tone, it seemed that Cheryl was highly dubious as to just how much fun could be had doing that.
Celia didn’t care. When her roommate left, she knew she’d have the place all to herself and this time she knew, this time she was going to get some studying done.
Once again, she settled herself in for her study routine. Once more, she made a new pot of tea even as she went to get her books which she laid out in front of her on the table.
She poured herself a cup of tea and poured in some milk and then she opened her laptop.
It was research she was doing, or at least that’s what she kept telling herself although she knew she was just browsing around. She took another sip of tea. She really should get started, she told herself.
And that’s when she saw the chat message coming in. It was from user charmer. “Hiya,” the message said.
“Hi to you, too,” Celia typed back.
“Can you talk?”
Celia supposed she could. After all, it wasn’t like she’d actually started studying yet. “Yes,” she typed back.
“You seemed distracted last night.”
Last night, Celia thought. Yes well, she had been distracted. She wasn’t even sure why. “I guess I was.”
“I thought so. What you doing?”
“Getting ready to study.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” What was it with these Americans, Celia asked herself. Didn’t any of them ever study?
“I thought you would be doing something different.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Like playing with your pussy.”
What?!
“A girl as hot as you, it must make you wet,” the chatter went on. “Having guys stare at you. Knowing they want your body. It must make you hot.”
It did make her hot, Celia thought, but it wasn’t like she was going to tell him that.
“I’ll bet it makes you want to get your pussy off?”
“It’s not like that,” Celia typed back.
“You probably want to get a cock inside you,” the chatter replied as if he’d not even seen her reply.
It would be nice, Celia told herself, but really, she had to study.
“It must be hard,” the chatter said. “It must be hard not getting what you want.”
Yeah, Celia agreed. It was hard. No wait. It wasn’t hard ... but why was she thinking it was.
“I’ll bet you’re playing with yourself right now. I’ll bet you’re thinking about getting a cock in your pussy.”
Celia looked down at herself and she realized with a start that she had a hand up under her skirt and se was indeed playing with herself, but why shouldn’t she, she told herself. After all, it felt so good.
Of course, it would feel even better if she could get a cock in her pussy.
Oh God, her pussy was so wet.
She needed to take care of herself, and besides, what would it matter. Her roommate wasn’t going to be home for a while. She stood up and she took off her panties and then she sat back down on the couch and she spread her legs even as she let a hand slide down between her thighs. It was so forward of her, she told herself. She was so exposed and yet as she rubbed her pussy, she knew she just couldn’t help it.
She slipped a finger inside her and she moaned. What she really needed, she told herself was a cock, but for now, this would have to do.
The next morning when she woke up, Celia knew she’d done it again. She’d settled herself in for a night of studying but somewhere along the way, she’d let herself get distracted and the funny thing was she wasn’t even sure how it had happened. All she really knew was that she’d played with herself for a good, long time before finally going off to bed.
“So how was your studying,” Cheryl asked.
“It was fine,” Celia lied. She knew her friend wasn’t interested anyway.
“Do you want to know what we did last night?”
“Sure,” Celia said. She didn’t really care but at least it would take her mind off of what she hadn’t done.
It turned out Cheryl had been right, Celia learned. They hadn’t gone to a movie after all, but she and her boyfriend had gone out to a club, and even though they weren’t twenty-one, they’d managed to get in anyway. They should go back again, Doug had suggested, and Cheryl was in total agreement so they were going to do it again tonight.
“Uh huh,” Celia answered at regular intervals.
“Are you listening to me,” Cheryl asked finally.
“Uh huh,” Celia replied yet again. “You were talking about going to the Camelot Club.”
“Yeah, I was. I wasn’t sure you were listening to me.”
“I’m just a little distracted,” Celia assured her friend, “but I was listening.”
“It’s all that studying,” Cheryl said. “You know, I think I read somewhere that too much studying is not good for you.”
“Cheryl!”
“Okay, maybe I didn’t read it somewhere, but I think someone could have said it.”
“Yeah, that coming from someone who hardly ever studies.”
“The key word there is hardly. It’s not like I don’t ever study. I just do it in moderation.”
“Yeah well, I’m got to study tonight,” Celia said.
“Again?! I’m telling you, that stuff’s going to rot your brain.”
Celia didn’t even bother to respond to that but after two nights of not getting anything done, she knew she had to really hit the books this time.
That night, she came home with a present she’d bought for herself and she most certainly wasn’t going to tell Cheryl about it. She wasn’t even sure why she’d bought it except that she kept thinking about how she needed to get a cock in her pussy.
“You sure you’re going to study again tonight,” Cheryl asked.
“I’m sure.”
“And there’s no way I can talk you out of it.”
Again, Celia shook her head.
“Well all right then. Doug’s going to be here in a few minutes. I guess the best I can say is don’t study too hard, although knowing you, I’m probably wasting my breath.”
She wasn’t wasting her breath and that was what bothered Celia most. The problem was she wasn’t getting any studying done at all.
She waited until the door was closed before going back to her bedroom to get her new toy. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement as she removed it from its packaging. She still wasn’t sure why she’d bought it, but she had the distinct feeling that she really needed a cock. This would be her reward, she told herself if she had a good night of studying.
She brought the dildo back out to where her study materials were already waiting for her. It would be a visual reminder, she told herself. It would remind her of what was really needed.
She went into the kitchen to get herself some tea and with that, she was ready. She opened her book and she started to study.
It wasn’t long before she got a message from user charmer. “You there,” charner asked.
“I’m here,” she responded.
“What you doing?”
“Studying.”
“Again? You study a lot.”
“Not you too.”
“Not me too what?”
“It’s my roommate. She thinks I study too much.”
“Well, do you?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t think I study enough.”
“So there you go.”
“Yeah.”
“You got time to talk?”
“Yeah. I got time.”
“So you really think you’re going to study tonight.”
“Yeah.”
“But you didn’t the night before.”
“Yeah, so?”
“And you didn’t the night before that either.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I think what you really need is a cock.”
“But I already got one of those.”
“You what?”
Celia smiled to herself. It was as if she somehow had managed to throw charmer a curve he hadn’t expected and she liked that. “I already got a cock,” she typed back. “I bought it at the store today.”
“Oh. A dildo.”
“Yes, and I’m going to use it as soon as I’m done studying.”
“But you know that’s not going to do you any good.”
“What you need is the real thing.”
“This is real enough,” she typed in disdainfully.
“A real woman needs a real cock,” charmer typed back.
“This is enough for me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“But it is.”
“You can try it out if you want, but you know it’s not going to work.”
What was charmer talking about, Celia said. Of course it was going to work, and she’d show him just how much it was going to work. She pulled up her skirt and she stripped off her panties. She’d show him, she thought to herself. She grabbed the dildo and she slid it between her legs.
And it didn’t work.
Oh sure, she could feel it, but it didn’t feel real.
Well maybe that was she didn’t have it up inside her yet. She’d only been teasing the outside, but surely if she had the dildo up inside her.
She changed her grip on the dildo and then she was sliding it up inside her pussy, and ...
And still nothing happened. Celia groaned to herself as she fucked herself harder. This couldn’t be happening, she told herself. She needed a cock, and yet she wasn’t getting what she needed.
She hardly noticed that charmer was no longer online. What she noticed was she wasn’t getting what she needed.
She woke up the next morning feeling even more frustrated than she had the previous two mornings. She already knew that she’d gotten no more studying done the night before than she had on the previous two nights but now she knew the dildo didn’t work for her and she was just so pissed off about that and it wasn’t even like you could return it and get your money back.
“How’d the studying go last night,” Cheryl asked.
“Not good,” Celia said groggily. It was bad enough that the dildo hadn’t worked but she’d tossed and turned all night long and she felt terrible.
“So let me guess. You’re going to study again tonight.”
“Probably.”
Cheryl was starting to show some real concern for her roommate. “Listen,” she said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but whatever you’re doing, it’s not working for you. You need to get out and have some fun.”
Celia didn’t want to admit it but her roommate was probably right. She was getting too hung up on this.
“Listen, Doug’s got this roommate. His name is Brian and he’s kind of a computer geek, but he’s okay. How about I call Doug up and see if we can do a double date.”
Celia shook her head. As bad as things were, the last thing she needed was to be set up on a blind date and besides, she’d already met Brian. He most definitely was not her type. “I can take care of it on my own,” she told her friend.
“Really? Because from where I’m sitting, it doesn’t look like you’re taking care of anything.”
“I appreciate your concern,” Celia told her friend. “It’s just that it’s something I need to take care of on my own.”
Cheryl looked at her friend. “All right,” she said finally. “I guess you know what’s best for you, but if you ever want to take me up on the offer, let me know.”
“I’ll do that,” Celia assured her, even though she was perfectly sure she’d never take her up on the offer.
Celia had classes all that day and as the day progressed, her frustrations became both more and less pronounced, more pronounced because she was still frustrated and she could feel her need, and less pronounced because as the day wore on, at least there were other things that kept her from thinking about what had and hadn’t happened the night before.
But as the school day finally drew to a close, her frustrations once more closed in on her. Maybe Cheryl was right, Celia told herself. Maybe she should take some time off. The only thing was if she did, wasn’t she giving in to her frustrations and wasn’t that the wrong thing to do?
She knew Cheryl was watching her but she tried to pretend that she didn’t know, but even trying to pretend seemed to remind her of her frustrations. If she wasn’t so frustrated, she told herself, then she wouldn’t have to pretend.
“Are you sure you want to do this,” Cheryl asked. “I’m sure I could call Doug and I’m sure we could get his roommate to go out with us.”
“I’m going to study,” Celia told her friend.
“You’re sure?”
“Cheryl.”
“All right. All right. I just had to ask.”
“I appreciate your concern,” her roommate told her. “I really do, but I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” Cheryl said in a tone that was loaded with misgivings. “But if you need to talk, you got my cell phone.”
“I know.”
Cheryl gave her friend one more look and then she was gone.
It was a relief really, Celia thought as she went about her preparations. She appreciated her roommate’s concern but really, having her hover around and watch over her was getting tiresome.
Once more, she got her study materials out. Once more, she fixed herself a pot of tea, and once more, she got her laptop out. This time, she told herself, this time, she was going to have a successful night of studying.
It wasn’t long before she saw she had a chat message. She really shouldn’t, she told herself. She was here to study, but maybe just a quick chat or two to put her mind at ease.
It was charmer again. “You there,” he asked.
“I’m here.”
“Thought you would be. So how’d it go, last night?”
“Go?”
“With the dildo. I didn’t hear anything from you after.”
This was a bad idea, Celia told herself. Here she was, trying to take her mind off her problems, and suddenly those problems had been thrust back upon her.
“Well,” asked charmer.
“It went fine.”
“Only fine, huh? Told ya.”
“Told me?”
“Told ya ya needed a real cock.”
That’s right. He had told her.
“I can help you, you know.”
“Help me?”
“I can give you what you want.”
“How?”
“First, lift up your skirt.”
“How do you know I’m wearing a skirt?”
“You always wear a skirt. Don’t argue.”
She always wore a skirt.
She wouldn’t argue.
“You don’t have to answer me anymore when I type.”
“I want you to play with your pussy.”
Celia didn’t even question why she was doing it. She just played with her pussy.
“You know how wet you are.”
“You know what you need.”
“You need a real cock.”
There was certainly no denying that, Celia told herself. She needed a real cock.
“If only you had a real cock, then everything would be okay.”
She needed a real cock, she thought as she continued to rub herself. If she had a real cock, then everything would be okay.
“In a moment, you’re going to get up and you’re get up and you’re going to undress yourself.”
She’d get up and undress herself.
“Then, you’re going to go unlock your front door.”
She’d unlock her front door.
“Then you’re going to go and bend over your dining room table and you’re going to wait for a cock to come and fuck you.”
She’d wait for a cock to come and fuck her.
“Your pussy is very wet.”
“It will get even wetter with every article of clothing that you take off.”
“You can take off your clothes now.”
Celia did exactly that. She could feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter. She looked back at her laptop.
“You are not to play with your pussy,” the screen said.
“You are to wait for the cock.”
“You want the cock to get you off.”
“You want to get ready for the cock.”
“Unlock the door and lie down across the table.”
Celia hardly thought at all as she went and unlocked her apartment door. All she knew was she had to go and get herself ready for the cock.
She didn’t have long to wait but it seemed like forever but finally, she heard the door to her apartment open.
“Would you look at what we have here,” a man’s voice said.
It was charmer. Celia knew that, and yet even without turning around, Celia knew she’d heard that voice before. She knew it was Doug’s roommate. She knew it was Brian, the one she hadn’t thought was her type.
But that’s when she felt his hands on her ass and then they were sliding off her ass and sliding down her hips. “You don’t know just how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said. His hands stroked the tops of her legs. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get my cock between these.”
Celia couldn’t help herself. She knew what she wanted. She wanted the boy to stick his cock between her legs. She wanted him to fuck her hard.
His hands were on her ass cheeks now and then he was running a finger up between her thighs. “Do you want me to fuck you,” he asked. “Do you want me to fuck you here?”
Celia couldn’t help it. She spread her legs a little to give him even better access.
The boy laughed. “I think I’ll take that as a yes,” he said and then without further hesitation, he pushed his cock between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” Celia moaned. “Oh yeah.”
“This is what you’ve always needed,” the man told her. “This is what you’ll need before any study session.”
Celia didn’t care what the man was saying. All she cared about was what that cock was doing to her pussy.
“Do you want to cum,” the boy asked.
That was a silly question, Celia thought. Of course, she wanted to cum.
“You’re going to cum when I do,” the boy said, “and you’re not going to cum a moment before.”
She needed to make the boy cum. That was obvious now. She hadn’t realized why she hadn’t known it before.
“I’m going to cum,” the boy announced.
Oh yeah, she told herself. She needed this. She needed to make him cum.
“I’m going to cum,” the boy said again and Celia was certain. There was just something in his voice. There was no stopping him now, and that meant ...
The boy groaned and then he grunted, and in the next moment, he was cumming and even as he did, Celia could feel her pussy start to cum even harder than it had ever cum before. “Oh God,” she groaned. “Oh God.”
The boy held himself against the girl for just a moment longer before finally allowing himself to pull free from the girl’s pussy.
Celia could feel the man stroke the top of her ass and then he moved away. He went into the kitchen and he dumped out her tea. “You know, it really was easy to come in here and add a little something extra to your ‘study’ tea. Next time, you really should make sure that the only thing in your teapot is tea,” the man said.
Celia said nothing.
“You just let me know the next time you want to study,” Brian said, “and I’ll be here to take care of you.”
The next morning Celia woke up feeling great.
“You look happy,” Cheryl noticed.
“I am happy.”
“Good night studying,” she said.
“Uh huh,” Celia confided. “I told you, I like to study.”