Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the 19-Year-Old Long Island College Student Whose Lover Buys Her Beer: Female, 19, Long Island, student, bisexual, single.
DAY ONE
1:37 a.m. I’m sitting at my desk trying to get four papers written. I’m stressed but I know my Dreaded Lover is on his way to see me, and it makes my workload seem more bearable. Dreaded Lover got the name because he has long dreadlocks. We met through some mutual friends at a party and then continued to run into each other on campus. We’ve been seeing each other on and off for the past year. I’m seeing other people, but DL is my favorite. We have a connection beyond the physical. He’s everything I look for in a person — intelligent, funny, nerdy, and a little crazy. No one I’m seeing explicitly knows about one another, but they all know I’m not dating/talking to them exclusively.
2:07 a.m. DL arrives and I instantly dive into his arms. We talk about how our days went. I’m reluctant to leave his side but I have schoolwork to do.
8:45 a.m. I have one more paper to write but seeing DL in my bed tempts me into taking a break. I crawl into bed next to him and enjoy how good he smells. He puts his arms around me and his body heat tells me it’s time to take a nap before I write my last paper.
10:35 a.m. I’m getting ready for class alongside DL. He doesn’t have class, but he does have work, on campus, as an administrator. He’s clearly a few years older than me, but it makes no difference to either of us. He finishes getting ready first; he looks through the peephole on my door then quietly slips out to go to work.
7:30 p.m. I’m at an event on campus and I run into my ex-lover. I sit with her and the rest of our dance team as we wait for the event to start.
7:45 p.m. Ex-lover and I decide to go for a walk to her car and grab her bottle of tequila.
7:57 p.m. Ex-lover, myself, and a few members from our dance team are taking shots together in the bathroom. I’m warmed all over — and not just because of the tequila at this point.
8:36 p.m. We sit back down at the event. I can’t help myself from flirting with her as we sit together. We hold hands and laugh at some of the bad performance, and at our own stupidity.
11:47 p.m. I’m at a restaurant on campus, multitasking between texting Bar Guy, who I met at a college bar, and flirting with Abercrombie, who worked at that store and looks like the stereotypical pretty boy who works there. The two are complete opposites but I find myself attracted to both. I decide to let each run its own course and just see where it goes.
DAY TWO
Noon I’m lazing around in bed. Get a text from Bar Guy and we start talking; we eventually make plans to see each other on Tuesday.
1:30 p.m. I’m fresh out of the shower. I’m laying in bed pondering what my date will be like. I start feeling myself get excited so I decide to watch some porn. I let my hand wander down between my legs.
1:40 p.m. I climax while watching the porn. I feel infinitely more ready to face the day. I get out of bed and get dressed.
10:47 p.m. I continue to text Bar Guy. The conversation turns sexual. He starts to tell me what he wants to do to me when he sees me. I find myself getting excited for Tuesday to come.
DAY THREE
3 p.m. I am spending my whole day in the library doing work and studying. The stress makes me want to be in bed next to someone, not doing this kind of work.
8:17 p.m. I take a break from my work and go for a walk to the Student Center on campus. I run into Abercrombie; it excites to me to see him. He looks adorable, per usual. We met through a mutual friend on campus, and have been flirting with each other for the last few months. Our relationship is a flirty friendship.
8:35 p.m. Abercrombie and I make plans to have a “snuggle date” together on Thursday. It’s his suggestion; he’d complimented me on how perfectly shaped my butt is and suggested that I would be an amazing person to snuggle with. When I agree that we’d fit well together to snuggle he insists on us actually settling on a date to do so. Up to now we’ve only casually flirted with each other. This is our first official plan to hang out together one on one. I question if any “snuggling” will actually happen when we get into a bed together.
DAY FOUR
1:30 p.m. I’m multitasking between trying to study for a midterm and having a dirty conversation with Bar Guy. I know I should focus more on my midterm, but I know I’ll do well on it, and Bar Guy is making it more enticing to talk to him.
6 p.m. I’m finally free from my midterm and I resume texting Bar Guy. We talk about what we’re going do tomorrow when we hang out. I think it’s silly because we both know we’re just going to end up staying in together.
8:30 p.m. I go to an event on campus, a talk about sex. People are talking about how many partners it’s acceptable to have, and what makes someone a ho. I don’t really understand why I came. I look at these people and question how people can limit their sexuality so much.
8:45 p.m. I’ve heard enough. I feel uncomfortable listening to people shame others, so I just leave and go to my dorm room.
10 p.m. DL and I are texting. He promises to bring me a six-pack of beer that he owes me since I’ve had a long day. I think he’s joking so I laugh it off.
11:23 p.m. DL texts me to tell me he left me a surprise in a common lounge by my dorm room. I go in to find a six-pack hidden behind a chair. I smile at how crazy he is for doing this.
DAY FIVE
1:47 a.m. I’m in bed sharing a beer with DL. He tells me about his weekend trip, and I tell him about how my homework and meetings went this weekend.
2:25 a.m. We’ve had a few beers and I feel myself lusting for him. My mouth finds his, and he tastes like beer. Slowly our clothes leave our bodies. I lay next to him as he explores my curves. He finds all of the right spots on my body to make me want him even more.
2:35 a.m. I get on top of him and we start to move in unison.
3:45 a.m. We’ve finally finished and I’m exhausted. My behind is slightly sore and bruised from being spanked, but I love it. I curl up next to him and quickly fall asleep.
10:15 a.m. I wake up to find DL crawling out of bed and getting ready for work. It’s weird to see him out of bed before me, but I reluctantly follow his lead and start getting ready to go to class.
12:45 p.m. DL and I text about how our days are going so far and I regret ever getting out of bed with him in the first place.
1:35 p.m. Bar Guy and I try to find a time for us to meet up. I’m not sure if it’s going to happen because of our schedules. By the time I get out of class and meetings, he has work again.
DAY SIX
1:41 a.m. I can’t sleep so Bar Guy comes over to keep me company.
2:33 a.m. I walk Bar Guy into my building and lead him to my room. He grabs my butt as we ride in the elevator.
2:35 a.m. We climb into bed together and talk briefly, before he pulls me into his arms. We start kissing and I feel myself become excited. He pulls my hair and tenderly puts a hand around my neck. My body is screaming for more.
2:45 a.m. His hands find their way down my shorts and I can barely contain myself. I know I won’t last long.
2:50 a.m. I come, quickly and hard. I’m dripping with sweat. I repay the favor.
3:05 a.m. We’ve both finished but neither of us are tired. He tries to push for us to have sex and I turn him down. I’m not interested in going that far right now. Instead his hands find their way between my legs again.
3:15 a.m. I climax again, but this time I feel extremely tired — too tired to do anything more. I crack open beers for us and we lay back and just talk.
4 a.m. Bar Guy can’t decide if he wants to stay the night or go home because he has work in a few hours. I don’t particularly like having sleepovers but at this point I just want him to decide so I can go to sleep.
4:15 a.m. He decides to stay and I am finally able to drift off to sleep.
8 a.m. We wake up to my alarm going off. Bar Guy gets out of bed to go home and get ready for work. He complains about wanting to stay, and I complain he’s keeping me awake. He tells me to text him later, I tell him I’ll think about it.
2 p.m. I find out one of my classes is canceled so I hang out with one of my best friends. We decide to go to the mall to shop for a party this weekend. For once, I don’t text or flirt with anyone.
7:30 p.m. A few friends and I go to a drag show on campus. I enjoy not having to pay attention to my phone. A friend of a friend sits next to me and tries to casually flirt with me.
DAY SEVEN
1:20 p.m. My friends and I talk about going out tonight. None of them believe me that I’ll have time to go out tonight after my “snuggle date.” I fake being offended but I know they’re probably right.
4:30 p.m. I’m sitting in class but I’m anxious for it to be over so I can see Abercrombie.
6:03 p.m. Finally my professor lets us out of class. I walk to the Student Center to find Abercrombie.
6:30 p.m. I’m waiting around with some friends when I notice him walk in wearing his work uniform. I instantly know that our date is going to be canceled.
6:32 p.m. He sees me and walks over to say hi to me with a big smile on his face. We hug and he compliments me on how nice I look. I thank him, but then quickly ask him if he’s working. He realizes instantly that we were supposed to hang out.
6:34 p.m. Abercrombie apologizes but I’m still disappointed. I decide to just leave and head to my room.
8 p.m. DL texts me and we talk about our plans for the night. He wants to get our friends together and drink but I know some of them already plan on going out to the club.
8:13 p.m. I offer DL to stay the night and he gladly accepts. I’m still disappointed about earlier but I’m glad to know I will be ending my night in bed with him.
TOTALS: 4 attractive people encountered; 4 orgasms; 1 canceled snuggle date; 1 six-pack of beer gifted; 1 porn viewing; 1 act of masturbation.
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