The Unofficial Story Of Blaire and Andrew

A little friend

I wake up with a huge ass boner. Holy shit it's fucking throbbing with need. Need to be inside the beautiful girl next to me. Who also happens to keep moving her lower half. I hate to do this but...
"Blaire, love, I need you to wake up and stop moving. Blaire?" I shake her shoulder. After a lot of shaking her, she finally wakes up.

"Um Andrew?" She asks

"Yeah?" I answer

"Um your little friend is kind of...Um...out there." She giggles a nervous giggle.

"You wanna relieve it with me?" I look at her hopefully. She just shake her head. "Fine." I grumble and get out of bed to take a cold shower.

30 minutes later I knock at Blaire's door. "Hey are you ready? I was thinking of hitting the dining hall, you in?"

"Yea, give me a minute." She shouts back. She comes out a few seconds later in a blue tank top and tight black shorty shorts. I groan when I see her, already feeling my self grow hard at the sight of her.

"Yeah, no." I tell her.

"Why, what's wrong with my outfit? Do I look bad?" I groan again.
"No, and that's the problem." I look down at my crouch and I feel her eyes look down too. When I look back up her mouth forms the letter "O". Great now all I can think about is her mouth wrapped around my manhood. I groan for the third time. I walk to my dresser and pull out a t-shirt with my name on the back.

I hand it to her and she puts it on, oh bad idea. Her in my clothes makes me even more turned on.
"Oh god!" I groan and shift my lower half to make my boner less noticeable. I look over at Blaire, in my shirt and it makes the cave man wanna come out and pick her up and run off to Antarctica so I won't have to let anyone see her. The good news is people will know I have dibs and no one messes with me when I have dibs. I become protective and clingy and aggressive towards any boy who looks at what ever I have dibs on- yes even food.