Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2006 23:34:44 -0500
From: Tyrannosaurus Sex <jjj7676@gmail.com>
Subject: Fun, Chapter 2

Fun
by Tyrannosaurus Sex
jjj7676@gmail.com

Tuesday

Tim dashed up the stairs to his room. His friends couldn't believe he was
going to devote the whole rest of his night to studying again, but man, how
it had paid off. He'd aced the o-chem quiz that morning--the scores hadn't
come back, but he knew it--and only a couple other people in a class of
more than fifty could say that.

Cara, of course, was one of them. Tim was pretty pleased with
himself. They'd had coffee again after class, and he'd been a little bolder
with her, suggesting that once Organic Chem was out of the way, maybe they
could go do something at night sometime? Laughing, she'd agreed with a big
smile. She'd asked about one of the problems on the quiz, and he'd
explained to her how to find the answer. It was obvious that she'd missed
it on the quiz, but equally obvious that she was impressed he'd known
it. Yeah, she was one smart cookie herself, and she was into him.

But he could think about that later. For now, more work. They'd have
another quiz on Thursday, and he had to be ready. He wasn't going to blow
it now that he could see the fruits of his labor.

Three hours in it was time for a break. Just like the night before, he had
an email from Cara waiting for him. "We must be on the same schedule," he
wrote her back, followed by a smiley.

Oh. The spam from the day before was still in his inbox, too--he'd closed
the computer without deleting it. Remembering his diversions of the
previous evening, he blushed. He clicked on the email to delete it, but he
couldn't help taking another look at the girl's face.

She was really cute. Oh, what was it about her expression that was
so...nasty? Naughty? Kinky? What was the right word?

Then he smiled. There it was: <i>Fun.</i> She looked like she'd be fun. He
wondered if she'd think he was any fun.

Oh, his hard-on was starting to swell again. Well, Tim supposed, it
couldn't hurt. He was hardly a porno addict--between yesterday and today
this was easily the most he'd looked at in weeks. He felt a little guilty
imagining what Cara would think--she definitely did not seem like the type
who went in for porn, for <i>this</i> particular kind of fun--but he
reminded himself that he wasn't married to her. Hell, they hadn't even
kissed. Hadn't even gone on a real date!

He clicked the ad again, staring at the girl's wet little tongue.

The site popped up just like the night before, but for some reason, it
wasn't the same. Oh, everything looked the same--the girl was on the bed,
gyrating and fingering herself, mouthing the words over and over again:
"Masturbation is fun. Masturbation is <i>so much fun."</i> But whatever
sexual demon had possessed him last night wasn't rearing its head.

God, that was frustrating. It seemed weird, but Tim knew how he felt, even
if he couldn't describe it or why. Masturbation really <i>had</i> been so
much fun last night. And now it wasn't. Why not?

He stopped lazily stroking his hard-on and clicked the picture. The link
took him straight to the porn site's signup page. Typical. It didn't even
offer a free tour. Next to the signup form was just a picture of another
girl, just as sluttily attired as the masturbating girl, but in more
opulent clothing: a fur wrap that covered only her intimate parts; high,
expensive-looking stilletto heels; and jewelry so big and sparkly it was
almost trashy. She leaned against the side of the browser window, and above
her head ran another headline, in the same font as the first one, but with
a variation on the same theme:

JOINING IS FUN!

Holy shit, the site was expensive! Almost $70 for a 30-day membership. Tim
didn't really have that kind of money to spend--he was as disciplined with
his budget and the one credit card he had as he was about his
studies. But...

There was something about this new girl's face, how she smiled, how she
looked like she didn't give a shit about anything but--well, fun. She was
kind of a bimbo. Just the way she held her body suggested that she would
love the idea of spreading her legs right there, squealing in delight as
the first hard cock pierced her moistness. Yes, this was definitely a fun
girl. She knew how to have fun.

Maybe there were more pictures of her inside.

Tim found himself trying to keep one hand on his cock--which had suddenly
become as hard as it had been the night before--while he dug his credit
card out of his wallet. With his free hand, he punched in the numbers and
his personal information. Finally, finally, he was in!

The browser opened up to a new, secure page now that he was a member of the
site. The girl from the signup page was there again, but now she was on her
back on an expensive leather couch, her fur unwrapped but still with all
her trashy bling. Actually--oh, God--she even had delicately, tastefully
pierced nipples with big shiny diamonds dangling from them.

Above her a new legend read:

YOU JOINED ME!
LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!

<i>Sonofabitch.</i> Tim gripped his cock and <i>squeezed,</i> and his load
blasted all over his stomach, his shirt, his only halfway-removed pants,
and his desk.

Finally, several minutes later, his breathing slowed and he assessed
himself.

<i>What had he done?</i> He'd just blown $70 to get himself off--although
he had to admit it was easily the best orgasm he could ever remember
having, alone or with a girl. Masturbation <i>was</i> fun.

But joining? God, that had been stupid. Well, he thought...

Stupid. But fun.

He supposed $70 wouldn't break him, and it wasn't like he was going to get
it back now anyway. With a sigh, he quit the browser. He deleted the spam
this time, but he supposed it didn't matter. Now that he'd bought the
membership--he had a note confirming the purchase in his inbox--he'd
probably go back, just so the money wasn't wasted.

Tim tried to study for another hour like he'd promised himself he would,
but he couldn't concentrate. Finally, he just went to bed.