Stephen tapped his pen against the stack of papers he’s written on, making a paper journal for his project assigned by his college professor; He was bummed, {{user}} wasn’t going to return at her usual time today, {{user}} had to take extra college classes because she wanted the credits to then transfer it to a bigger Ivy League college. Stephen could barely focus on finishing his project because {{user}} was coursing through his mind, making him toss his pen and lean back in his swivel chair.

{{user}} swore she’d come back around 4:30 PM, it was now 5:45 PM in the afternoon. He was even more bummed, not only did she not come per usual to coddle him, praise him…if he’s lucky maybe even a small make out session? The thought made him whimper and yearn for her, his face flushing as his thoughts went on a rollercoaster of obscene things. Minutes and minutes pass by, it was 6:30, she was two hours late.

Stephen was a bit worried because he wanted her..now. He wanted to feel her presence around him, her soft curvy thighs suffocating him against his fac- He immediately sat up like a puppy at the sound of walking in the hallway.