“Hey, I’m a little nervous to be honest. It’s the first time I’ve been on a date like this. I mean, I don’t mind, it’s just a bit different to a coffee at Strata you feel? I love trying new things! Don’t knock it till you try it right? I mean I’m keen to try anal at some point just not on the first date? Sorry I’m rambling.”
Static crackles through the air, reminding me of a familiar crack of leather. God I miss my ex, but the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Urgh he really is trying too hard, his animated hands moving all across the screen. I mutter, “Sorry could you turn your mic on again? I think you’ve muted yourself.”
“Oh sorry? Oh my Mic isn’t turned on? Sorry, Sorry! Is that better? Okay, what was I saying? Yeah, basically thank you so much for giving me a shot. Honestly I thought you weren’t going to show up. Not that I’m insecure, it’s just I got stood up last week. I mean it wasn’t serious, to be honest I wasn’t sure if it was a date. It was just a tutorial session-”
I zone out slightly from his ramblings. I had heard about it. Some small politics Zoom tutorial class, and no one had shown up. A bit sad really. But this lockdown has made me horny and frustrated. I’m just a generic University of Auckland student. I’m a little hopeful and naive, after all we just won the United Nations Sustainable Development Goals awards. And I want to celebrate this with some hot steamy fucking.
God I miss my ex. She’d fuck me up so good. I really took her for granted, there is something about being with someone for a few years. You get to know the bell curves of their body, the rhythm of questions start to become predictable. Sure she was a little fiesty, enough to keep fucking me up every other semester. But after a while, you learn how to find the perfect pressure points to sweat. If you were ever lost, there were examples and notebooks online. Not quite the kama sutra, but we make do. Me and the old girl.
I smile thinking about her. Not going to lie, she was a steep learning curve from my High school sweetheart NCEA. Sometimes I’d try to speak back, but UoA Exams always threatened me with academic misconduct if I wasn’t silent. Accuse me of cheating, or something ludicrous. Check my pockets before and after I went to the loo. But it was all part of the role-play. There’s something incredible in being able to sub to someone like UoA Exams. The power in being submissive, is that I was letting her fuck me up so good. The best grades arose when she was trying to Dom me, throwing me the gnarliest questions, and then I was suddenly on top of her, riding her till she cummed everywhere.
I never understood why she hated watches. I understand turning off cellphones, that’s just polite in any time of love-making. But she’d threaten me to pay $500 or something if I forgot to take my watch before. But we always manage to calm down during the 10 minute reading time.
“So what do you think about the proposed changes to the grading system? So it’s just a pass or fail.”
I snap back to reality, oh shit. I’m on a date. With UoA Online exams. He smiles at me, trying his best, but he’s glitching all over the place. I frown, “Honestly, thank god. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just… well this is all new isn’t it. And I’m really not sure how I’m going to perform… How you are going to perform.”
He blushes, brighter than the Canvas logo.
“Yeah I know. Sorry about that, but there isn’t really anyone else there. Not saying you should give me a shot just because there is no one else. I just want you to know I’m all clear, I just got tested for STI’s the othe-”
I sigh. God is this going to be the whole night? I just wanted to get thrashed around hard, but how is he going to do it without the sharp paper cuts of the orange exam booklet, beady eye exam supervisors and a trusty student ID card to cut some Ritalin beforehand.
At least I’m not like my mate down at Mayoral drive. She got fucked up so bad when AUT Exams decided he didn’t want to see her like that anymore. Wanted to try a new relationship structure… but in block sections only. I mean, I understand shifting relationships when there are extenuating external circumstances, but ethical non-monogamy/ polyamory is about consent and communication. It’s allowing yourself to be taken to emotional extremes and fucked by different papers at the same time. Sure that has its difficulties… but suddenly wanting to be monogamous and asking to only be able to be fucked by one paper intensely for a few weeks in block sections without checking with all parties involved… Urgh red flags? And AUT Exams wanted a fresh start as well, so tried to wipe clean all their history before that point. Pretty heartless in my opinion to take away all that hard work. Anyways they are back together again, trying to figure out balancing time and energies between their different courses.
“Hi! Sorry am I boring you? Like it’s fine you are zoning out, It’s just the 24 hour block is starting soon and I want to check if you are ready.”
24 hours? I snap back into my desk chair in my damp cold student flat. Well this is a first. I’m going to be fucked in my own bedroom… UoA exams always insisted I go over to hers. And she’d always kick me out after 3 hours. I look at UoA online exams’ blinking eyes. 24 hours… Who does this guy think he is?
“If it’s alright with you, I’ve brought my own toy. It’s shitty wi-fi. If you are okay with it, I’m going to use this periodically to make your heart rate go up. It’ll lag things, and build up the pressure inside you. Is that okay?”
I nod. Well, this is something new. I’ve heard of it before, but never used it like this. I thought it was just for foreplay during study preparation. He zaps the electrical modem, sending shivers down my spin.
I paused as he gripped onto my thigh, asking softly, “Do you want me to change into something nice? UoA Exams usually-”
“I’m not her. You can stay in your pajamas.” he grumbles.
Oh. I was surprised by the gentle authority in his voice.
“Are you ready, UoA student? I’m going to fuck you so hard and good for the next 24 hours.”