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A Stress Cleansing (F/F)

Very well written! When exams get abit too much this coming semester I might have to think back to this story to get me through haha. Well done :)
 
awesome, and mind blowing, plz do write a sequel
 
This story is loveable!

Definitely, your style is one of my favorites.....you have a new fan!

This story is an automatic classic!
 
I dislike exams so much . this would be great for stressed out of people. i like your writting style. please see meas a fan now.
 
Julia flipped through her notes frantically. She had two midterms tomorrow and no amount of studying was satisfactory to her. Cramming, cramming, and cramming. There is no such thing as stopping. No such thing as a break. A quick glance at the clock – 11:47PM. Just one more paragraph…

Julia closed her notes and stacked them neatly on the desk. She grabbed her bathing supplies and proceeded to the dormitory bathroom. She lathered her hair with shampoo, rubbed her body in soap, and dried off with a clean towel. She slipped on a pair of pink undies and a white tank top. Pajamas were never her thing. She twisted her wet hair into a rope as she walked to the sinks and brushed her teeth. She looked herself over in the mirror. She was 5 feet tall with blonde straight hair that brushed to one side. It was the hair that every girl envied – the type that never got in the way of the face or forehead. There was a calm composure in her face, like she was always smiling with her lips. Her grin was wide and showed her perfect set of teeth. And she was a French girl – considered chubby in her homeland, but skinny in America. Her body was slender; she was not one to exercise.

The door behind her opened and two people came in, laughing wildly and bumping into each other. She spat out the toothpaste, rinsed her toothbrush, and scampered out the bathroom door. No greeting, no eye contact, always hiding. This was a strange college, in a strange town, in a strange country. This liberal arts school in America was much different than her high school in France. She never understood the United States and its people. Everyone here was so loud, so tolerant, so…open. It was something she would have to warm up to.

She came back into the room and looked at the clock. 11:58PM. Damn! She was behind on her schedule. Hurriedly, she gathered her daily vitamin pills one by one. She almost tripped as she walked out of the room again. Even Lizzy turned her head back. Lizzy, Julia’s roommate, was always on her laptop playing music, doodling with instagram, or creating art. She was a back to Julia more than a face. She saw more of the girl outside the dormitory than inside. Lizzy was always with friends – a happy, “groovy” girl, as they called her. She wore her body like a portrait – it was decorated with tattoos and piercings. Most interestingly, her hair was short, styled like a rock star’s hair. Every week it was a different color – this week it was pink. A strangle girl.

Julia filled her water bottle up. The two girls barely talked to each other. Lizzy was always with friends, while Julia was on her own. She was a loner – plain and simple. She could talk to others, but they easily got bored with her. Maybe it was because her English wasn’t fluent? Or because she didn’t speak loud enough? Didn’t have any funny stories to tell? She sighed and walked back to the room.

She grabbed her bedtime pills and gulped them down. Why didn’t she have any friends yet? College was already two months in. She slipped into bed and stared at Lizzy’s bunk bed above her, wondering, wishing, waiting. She set the alarm clock to 9:00AM and sighed. She was waiting for Superman, someone to come down and swoop her off her feet. “Silly,” she shook her head and pounded her fist against the bed.

Lizzy closed her laptop. It was 9:33PM. She looked over at Julia, who she knew for certain was sound asleep. It was almost too easy. She had slipped a sleeping pill into Julia's jumble of pills. The trap was too easily set. Or was it a trap? She couldn’t decide. She wanted this, but was uncertain if Julia did. She knew Julia wanted something; she was always stressed out and lonely. Maybe she needs a friend? Hopefully more. Either way, she had a busy night, better get started.

Julia flittered her eyes open. The first thing she would regularly do in the morning was to jump out of bed and get a drink of water to kick-start her metabolism. She tried to push herself up, but found her arms tangled behind her back. At first she thought they were numb, but she could move her fingers just fine. She wondered how she could be stuck, and as her muscles shifted, she found that her legs were bound as well.

Her body was face down and it was difficult to move. As it turned out, there were multiple ropes encircling her body. Her arms were bound behind her with her forearms pressed against each other in a box-tie. Her ankles were cinched to her upper legs, and a wound of rope was wrapped around her waist. Her thighs were also spread apart by ropes that extended out from the bunk bed above her. Moreover, several ropes were attached from her bindings to the bottom of the bunk bed above her. Each rope was taut; there was no slack to spare. A hogtie.

“Hhh-,” Julia cried hoarsely, clearing her throat. “Help,” was the first word that came through her mind and mouth.
“Shhh. Don’t talk”, Lizzy hushed.
Julia jumped at how close the voice was to her. Don’t talk? Why? She didn’t have time to analyze, she didn’t want to.
“How am I stuck? What am I in?” She couldn’t find the right words.
Lizzy took a few seconds to administer her prey. She was awake. This is really happening.
“You’re bound with rope. 10 millimeter three strand nylon rope that is tan brown.” She said slowly as if complimenting the rope and thus indirectly complimenting Julia’s body.
Julia already knew she was bound, but hearing it out loud was far different than knowing it. Maybe the ropes weren’t strong. Maybe…just maybe…this was some sort of game. She struggled. None of her joints could bend; at least none that she knew. Not even her legs budged. She was left to twist her feet and wiggle her fingers in despair.

Julia realized that she had an audience and flushed in embarrassment. The ropes had rubbed tenderly against her skin. Skin?! She had been fine wearing underwear and a tanktop to sleep, but now…now it felt plain weird. Underwear with her spread legs? If only she could close them.

“Do you like it?” Lizzy asked.
“Like what?”
“The ropes.”
Julia did not know if the question was serious or not. How can she even answer such a question. Was she teasing her?
“N-noo,” she stammered, and to save face she came back with, “Get me out.”
Why wasn’t she screaming? Screaming to be let out? Is this normal?
“But you haven’t even been here for that long.”
Long. Short. Time.
“What time is it?” Julia grunted, twisting her neck to see her alarm clock. 8:43. Oh, mon Dieu! 17 minutes until her first exam.
“Get me out I have an exam soon!” Julia exclaimed, suddenly worried and frantic.
“Don’t worry, you have lots of time, trust me” Lizzy said calmly and sat on the bed.
She rubbed Julia’s calf as a friendly gesture to stay calm, but moments later she continued this, up and down Julia’s bound calf.
The touch felt…amazing. Yet Julia felt a threat of time, like how you would want to keep sleeping and never wake up after the alarm goes off.
“Stop…really,” Julia said, lacking any conviction.
Lizzy shut her up by massaging her other calf with both hands.
Why did it feel so good? Was this supposed to happen? She had an exam...an exam!
“I really need to go,” she tried again, closing her eyes in pleasure.
Lizzy moved up her legs to her thighs and tenderly stroked the fine flesh.
Julia got the better of her mind. She knew this was a distraction.
“Stop! Please,” She shifted her body around.
Lizzy felt like a zoo tender trying to calm down a tiger.
“Let me out!” Julia shrieked, jerking her body erratically.

Lizzy shifted to plan B and crawled her fingers to Julia’s bare and upturned feet.
“Hahaha!” Julia immediately laughed, burying her face against the bed.
She squealed like the little girl she once was and twisted her feet playfully while the fingers danced over them.
Lizzy smiled, delighted that this French girl was ticklish. She repositioned herself between Julia’s splayed legs, kneeling down and extending her hands out as if playing the piano.
“Hehehe, hahaha,” Julia squealed.
“Looks like we’ve got a ticklish one,” Lizzy joked, massaging Julia’s calves again.
“No tickling,” Julia whined, as if Lizzy had broken a rule to a game.

Lizzy enjoyed this moment: sitting behind Julia like this, having the feeling of control…of ripping off Julia’s underwear if she wanted to and humping the shit out of her with a big, fat dildo. The endless possibilities made her horny and gave her a sudden urge for more tickling. She slipped her hands under Julia’s tank top and placed both hands on her sides. She could feel Julia tremble at the touch, and Julia shook with laughter as she wiggled her fingers.
“Hahahahaha!” Julia giggled, trying to mouth out her protests in vain. Lizzy rolled down on the bed with her stomach pressed against the mattress. She let her legs hang out the edge and planted her chin at the middle of Julia’s butt as her hands did the magic and inflamed the ticklish girl. Lizzy enjoyed as her head bopped up and down on Julia’s butt. She liked to think it was Julia’s butt flexing rather than her trembling body.

Lizzy rolled up the tanktop to expose more skin and ran her fingers down Julia’s exposed sides.
“Hahahaha,” Julia continued to laugh, stopping only to breathe.
She exploded in laughter as Lizzy moved to her hipbones just above her underwear.
Julia could not think, could not move, but only feel…feel her body reacting to a touch that was in no way dangerous, but a touch intent on activating the reactions responsible for helping her in the first place. It was a tragedy, a gene that could not be turned off. No matter how much she wished it or how much her brain explained to her body the feeling she was undergoing, her body would not budge. It was stubborn and ruthless, as ruthless as the fingers tickling her. Her body: the great betrayer.

“Hahahaha,” Julia laughed. She felt Lizzy’s chin lift off her butt, only to be replaced by a cold touch at the small of her back. It crept up her spine and snipped her tank top off along the way.
“What are you doing?!” Julia rhetorically exclaimed. She felt the spaghetti straps fall off her shoulders and the tank top rub against her body as Lizzy dragged it away.
Her body was practically naked. She was only wearing panties. Her breasts were open. Julia thought these sentences would never be attributed to her, but now it was real. This was not a dream.

Julia shuddered as she felt Lizzy’s hands move along her shoulder blades.
“Relax,” Lizzy hushed, massaging her back.
Julia had to admit it felt good. She relaxed as Lizzy rubbed the area where her bra usually hooked around.
“You have too much tension.”
Without Julia's knowledge, one by one Lizzy unhinged the nooks of the mattress that propped it up. When the nooks were all gone, there would be nothing left to hold the mattress up.
“Sometimes you just need to let go.”
And with that, Lizzy unhooked the last nook and the mattress collapsed to the floor.
Julia cried out in shock as the ropes binding her to the bunk bed above her suspended her two feet in midair. She felt the ropes tighten around her body, but there was no pain involved. She tried struggling again, but found that there was still no slack. It all happened too fast for Julia, and it surprised her even more as Lizzy dived down on the mattress below her. At first Julia thought it was another girl, but this was the same Lizzy that was in her room for over two months.

Lizzy had on her natural golden blond hair, short length and smoothed back so it splayed all around her on the mattress. She had removed the piercing on her nose and ears plus she no longer wore makeup and dark eyeliner. She looked like a “normal” girl, a girl Julia even could deem as “attractive”. But she couldn’t. It didn’t feel right. There was nothing right about this, she thought.

Lizzy had on a black bra with matching black panties. Victoria’s secret. There was no doubt her 5’4 figure could don the panties with more “fire” than Julia’s figure. And Julia herself, analyzing the entire situation, finally realized that her breasts were open and hanging free for Lizzy’s eyes to roam free on. And that’s what Lizzy did: she shamelessly, lustfully, stared at Julia’s B-sized breasts and pert brown nipples. And in response, Julia struggled helplessly, trying her best not to make eye contact, anything but eye contact. She couldn’t hide now.

But Lizzy extended her hand out to Julia’s face and cupped her cheek tenderly. “You are beautiful,” she said, almost in a whisper. Julia almost melted right then and there. She never had someone say that to her. Lizzy put on a reassuring smile as Julia looked at her in bewilderment. “What’s wrong?” Lizzy finally asked. It was a question pertaining not to the current situation, but to Julia’s life situation - as if Lizzy was an angel reaching out to Julia.

“What do you mean?” Julia asked, hoping that Lizzy understood, hoping that she knew, hoping that she’d ask again.
“You seem sad.”
And that was enough to poke Julia’s bubble.
“Nobody likes me,” Julia face contorted, almost breaking into tears. “Everyone just passes along. Nobody wants to talk. I can’t get along with anyone. And nobody wants to be friends,” she said with tears welling up in her eyes.
Lizzy gently wiped her finger across Julia’s eyes.
“You frighten people.”
“What do you mean?” Julia asked in frustration.
“Not in the way you’d think. You are too…perfect. You eat healthy, you work hard, you are passionate...” Lizzy brushed her cheek. “People are jealous, they are afraid. They think you might not accept them…that you are too good for them. That you will be something no one else will ever be close to becoming.
“So what do you want me to do?! Change?! Become what everyone else wants me to be? Bend to society?!” Julia's tears fell on Lizzy’s lips.
“No. Never change. Always be yourse…
“But you said nobody will like me!” Julia cried.

Lizzy looked her straight in the eyes and waited for Julia to meet them.
“I like you,” Lizzy said sweetly, and perked herself up with her elbows to peck Julia lightly on the lips. Julia was stunned; she didn’t know how she felt or what she should feel. Was this supposed to be the way one becomes accepted? Not by hanging out with a bunch of friends in a party, but by being kissed by someone else?
Lizzy was now looking directly at her; her gaze burned into Julia’s face. Julia couldn’t resist any longer – she brought her eyes to Lizzy’s, and at that moment she felt her heart skip a beat. This girl was offering herself up, and if Julia gave in, something would happen. That “something” is what held Julia back.

Lizzy brought her lips to hers again and kissed her passionately. She exercised her lips against Julia’s. Silence is consent. Inaction is action. Julia’s thoughts blurred out and she began to reciprocate the same lip movements. Consent. Action. Lizzy reached out with her hand and slipped it around Julia’s panties. She squeezed her butt in rhythm with their kiss, and Julia moaned in ecstasy.

After what seemed like forever, Lizzy pressed her cheek against Julia’s.
“Please, let me show you,” Lizzy whispered into her ear. Julia nodded silently. She didn’t know where she was going, but she was sure this girl would protect her.
“Now don’t make a sound,” Lizzy said, putting her finger on the edge of Julia’s mouth.
“Close your eyes.” Julia breathed in and closed them.
“Open your mouth.” Julia opened her lips wide, expecting Lizzy’s hot breath to close in on hers.
“Arghh!” Julia groaned as a red ball-gag was shoved into her mouth. She jerked her head around while Lizzy pulled the ball-gag straps behind her neck, like a horse battling with its trainer to put on its reins.
“Trust me, this is for your own good,” Lizzy claimed as she buckled the strap tightly around Julia’s neck. “Mreaah,” Julia squealed in response. She was angry. She felt betrayed. How could this girl tell her that she was beautiful, that she liked her, only to put this…thing into her mouth?

“Ahhh, ihh awwweee,” Julia mouthed into the gag. Drool already began to slide down the red ball. Before Julia knew it, Lizzy stretched her fingers out and tickled her stomach. Julia sucked in her tummy and her eyes smiled in glee, but her thoughts were burning with rage.
“Hahaha,” she muffled. She started to struggle in the bondage suspension, but the ropes held her body tight - a hug that positioned her in the most erotic way.
Lizzy couldn’t help but to stare at Julia’s jiggling breasts. Freedom. Freedom from a bra. Freedom from hiding. The brown nipples poked out slightly. Barely pinch-able. Lizzy reached behind her own back and unbuckled her bra, followed by slipping off her underwear. Now they could stare at each other’s’ naked bodies. Young girls just having fun.

Lizzy rubbed, scratched, and squeezed Julia’s stomach. She explored the edges of her ribs, and took an interest in every crevice, every bump.
“Hehehehe,” Julia continued to giggle. Lizzy wiped the saliva from the gag and wiped it on Julia’s skin. Lizzy then got up from the mattress and worked herself behind Julia, always tickling her, never relenting. Julia felt the familiar cold steel against her hip. Snip, snip. The hand wiggling across her tummy kept her busy. She never had enough time to analyze.

Lizzy stopped the tickling and stooped below Julia. She tugged at Julia’s pink panties and to Julia’s surprise, off they came like a magic trick. Naked – that’s the first word that hit her.

“You’ll never have to hide again,” Lizzy smiled up to her, pecking her neck lightly. She massaged her hands down Julia’s thighs, then rapidly and lightly squeezed her groin, so close to her pussy.
“Aaahahaha!” Julia immediately shrieked. This was so ticklish. She tried to close her legs; they wouldn’t budge. She tried to tell her to stop; only gags. She was helpless, no longer in control. Not in control of time. Not in control of her body. She couldn’t even control her mind.

Lizzy knelt behind Julia’s legs. The pussy was a light pink; Lizzy could make it out behind the thin layer of brown pubic hair. She scratched the skin along the edge of her pubic hair. It made Julia squeal. This was a sort of tease, and Julia knew it. It felt like pesky flirting, only physical.
“Hehehe, hahaha!” All Julia could do was laugh and laugh. Her thoughts were fractured, and all she could think about between her fits of laughter was how much Lizzy had betrayed her. Unable to move, unable to talk, unable, unable.

Julia opened her eyes when the tickling sensation exited her body. She turned her head to the side to see the lower half of Lizzy’s body. She finally had a moment to register that they were both naked. Lizzy’s pussy was a light brown. It was the first pussy she had seen besides her own. She kept staring at it, ironically because it seemed like the most appropriate thing to stare at, like the eyes of a person but on the lower half of the body.

Lizzy was up to something. She was standing on the ground and to Julia’s side.
“Mrrphh,” Julia groaned, trying to indicate that she didn’t like being tickled, that she didn’t like being tied, that she didn’t like…this.
Then to her surprise, her legs, being strung up and spread by ropes connected to the bunk bed above her, felt slack. Her legs dropped down and touched the mattress below her. Could this be freedom? Was Lizzy finally loosening the bonds on her? The rope wrapped around Julia’s waist slackened, and her lower body dropped several inches towards the mattress. Coming back to earth. Coming back to normality. But the rope around her bound arms tightened, and her upper body was pulled up – pulled up to the point where she was standing up vertically with her knees, but leaning slightly forward.

This was not right. She felt like a puppet being twisted by a puppet master. Was she just a puppet to Lizzy? Being manipulated into another position for the grand finale? Lizzy tightened the ropes around Julia’s knee bindings, spreading her legs, spreading her butt cheeks, spreading her sex open. She stopped when Julia could stretch no further. Lizzy tied off the ropes to the bunk bed above Julia, making sure each rope was tight. She then took a moment to absorb the pretty girl in front of her. Julia, naked and bound, supporting herself to stand erect by the insides of her knees pressed against the mattress as well as the taut ropes that held her up by the arms and waist.

“Nghhh, nghhh,” Julia moaned as if to ask what she was doing. What was going on? Lizzy's face appeared before Julia. Both naked girls were now facing each other. One bound, one unbound. One free to do as she pleased, one bound to do as she was told.
“What do you like on your toast?” Lizzy asked abruptly. No teasing, no joking, it was a serious question.
“Awwwoo…ihhee?” Julia bit down on the ball-gag and sucked down on it.
Lizzy smiled. She enjoyed this. She enjoyed having Julia powerless. She hopped off of the bed. “Well, I like peanut butter on mine.” She came back with a spreading knife and a jar of peanut butter.
What was she going to do? Feed her? Feed herself? Was she just showing her the jar?
“Lots and lots of it,” Lizzy continued to say as she twisted off the jar cap. She dug the spreader knife deep inside and took out a glob of it. She then reached over and Julia gasped as she started to spread the peanut butter over her pussy. Répugnant!

“Mrrph,” Julia groaned as Lizzy spread the substance all over her pubic area. She did a neat and full job, making sure every speckle of hair was covered.
She licked the spreading knife, teasing Julia while looking at her straight in the eye.
“Mmmmm,” Lizzy hummed, licking the utensil dry.
Julia didn’t know what to feel. Outraged? Complimented? Complimented that Lizzy had licked something that touched her pussy and therefore, indirectly had licked her pussy?

Lizzy put the peanut butter and knife away. She climbed on the mattress behind the bound French girl and lay down face up with her legs stretched off the mattress. She then slid her head underneath Julia, matting her forehead and nose with peanut butter along the way.
“Mmmph,” Julia grunted in surprise, looked down, and was greeted by Lizzy’s laughing face underneath her. There was no doubt what was to come next. The anticipation was killing her, both of them. Lizzy repositioned herself. Her mouth was now directly on Julia’s pussy. She began to lick.

Julia closed her eyes and moaned. She had never been touched like this before - touched by the tongue. The entire situation was absurd, so mesmerizing, she kept having to tell herself that this was real.
“Yummy,” Lizzy murmured, and Julia flushed. Was this her way of flirting? Why was her teasing so erotic?

Lizzy’s tongue began to move around, licking the pubic hairs she had painted with peanut butter.
“Hehehe,” Julia giggled, no longer feeling arousal from her pussy. She tried lifting herself up with her knees. Lift her butt away. Lift her sex away from the roaming tongue, but Lizzy wrapped her arms around Julia’s thighs. Embracing them and cementing the tie between one girl’s lips to another.

Lizzy made sure to lick Julia clean. She’d lick and lick then suck and suck, causing the French girl to squirm above her. Only after several minutes did she eventually taste her hot sex. Julia was wet, they both were wet. Lizzy began to focus in on her pussy, aiming for the clitoris, engulfing it. It was only a matter of time. How many licks would it take?

“Maww, phhhh” Julia groaned, and she began to jerk around in her bondage. Struggling in ecstasy? No. Struggling in discomfort. Lizzy knew something was wrong, she could sense it as one senses their own body. Julia had to pee.
Of course! How could she have forgotten. A body needs to expel its fluids early in the morning. Julia was no exception.

Lizzy crawled up from underneath Julia.
“I know you need to pee. I’m not going to let you out. You’ll have to do it here.”
Julia burned with rage. Emotions took over logic. She knew she couldn’t hold in her pee any longer and releasing her from the bondage would take too long.
Lizzy set a large fruit bowl underneath her splayed legs.
“You can do this. It’s totally natural,” Lizzy said, trying to reassure her. Julia had never peed in front of anyone before. She even had trouble peeing in the dormitory stalls when people were in there. She knew even if she tried pushing it out, her muscles would automatically contract and hold it in.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here,” Lizzy said calmly. She massaged her hands down Julia’s waist to her knees, trying to relax her tension. Tension. “Or do I have to tickle it out of you?” She said in a half-chuckle. The suggestion alone sent a shock throughout Julia’s body. Her head felt dizzy. She was already naked, but her true exposure would come with urination. She would completely transition from the realm of private to public – from hiding to exposure.
“Pheeeeh, awww!” Julia whined, going for a last line of defense.
Lizzy breathed into Julia’s ear. They were pressed against one another. Lizzy’s nipples jabbed into Julia’s shoulder blades. They were harder than they looked.
She wrapped her arms around Julia’s waist and started to tickle her sides. The fingers crawled over the delicate skin.

“Hahahaha”, Julia muffled into her gag. She twisted her bare chest from side to side, trying her best to escape the prying fingers. The scene was ludicrous. Where Julia’s two arms were bound behind two new arms extended out. But these arms were not in her control, they were rebelling, rebelling against her body, turning its own defenses against itself.
The fingers moved down Julia’s hips and towards her thighs. Lizzy squeezed them rapidly, sending Julia into a shriek of laughter. She was losing the fight. Her muscles loosened, and she lost the energy to flex. It was like working out sore muscles – no energy, just a feeling of emptiness.

“Hehehe, hehehe!” Julia was going nuts. Her thighs were spread and taut, and there was nothing she could do to stop the tickling of the tender flesh.
“Almost there?” Lizzy teased, giggling at Julia’s predicament. She moved her fingers to Julia’s open butt and Julia shook her head from side to side.
“Hahahaha!” She laughed loudly, and Lizzy knew she got her. She spider-tickled her butt, tickling the area that had been pressed down for so long against a chair to study.
“Awwwooee, hahaha!” Julia mumbled something into the gag. A few drips leaked from her pussy.
“There you go,” Lizzy said, never stopping the tickling of her butt.

Julia, almost on instinct, stopped her struggling, but didn’t cease to laugh.
“Hahahaha!” She giggled as she filled up the juice bowl. Thoughts shot across her mind like bullets as she urinated. What had she done? She felt like a baby being trained to go potty. Maybe that’s what she was. The ropes are the restrictions set by her mother, and she, being bound by them, was the baby.

As the last few drops of urine leaked from Julia’s pussy, Lizzy retrieved several napkins and wiped her up. This was the most embarrassing part. No more tickling, no more pissing, just a girl cleaning up another girl. Julia shivered when she converted the situation to words in her mind. If it was something she was reading, she would have immediately closed the book in repulsion. But in real life, the factors, the variables, were all too complicated for her to form an opinion. Lizzy took away the bowl from under her. Julia's bladder had bothered her, and to her surprise, she felt natural gratitude towards Lizzy – like a dog would when its owner let it outside. At this point she didn’t know what to feel.

All of a sudden Lizzy hopped on the bed in front of her. Julia’s eyes widened when she saw it – the pink dildo that so resembled a boy’s cock. Lizzy had her hands on her hips as if she was wearing the strapon dildo proud, and she grinned a large grin that almost convinced Julia that everything was okay. “Mmmph?” Julia muffled questioningly, as if to ask what the dildo was. She wanted to hear that it was a joke, just a game, but when Lizzy started speaking she knew she regretted her question.

“This…my dear Julia, is a dildo. As pink and as hungry as your pussy.” Lizzy climbed to the back of Julia, repositioning herself. Julia squirmed and squealed, not being able to see Lizzy with that dildo made her anxious.
“Just look at what time it is. 9:14. You’re already 14 minutes late to your first exam!”
Julia suddenly became aware of it. Her very first exam in college and she was late. There was no way she could get there on time now. Her body began to flare up. She started to struggle. Her nipples felt like they were being squeezed. She felt like she was in the last five minutes of a test with so many questions unanswered, so little time, and so much pressure.

Lizzy leaned back, opened a pack of lube and poured it over the dildo. She smiled as she saw Julia struggle, battling away at the ropes, grinding her body like an erotic dancer.
Lizzy grabbed her waist and moved in closer, she knelt down with her knees and feet on the mattress.
“You’re going to get an F. Zero percent. All that hard work will be for nothing.”
“Mmmmrphhhhh,” Julia groaned in frustration, anger, and anxiety.
Lizzy rubbed the lubed dildo up and down Julia’s hairy pussy.
“Your grades will be terrible, you’ll be kicked out of college, and you’ll be sent back to France. You are totally, completely, fucked.”
And at that, Lizzy moved the brunt of the dildo inside Julia.

“Aawww!” Julia moaned in response.
Lizzy slowly drove the dildo all the way inside of her roommate, then drew it out, then in… She gathered a rhythm, thrusting her hips back and forth while Julia’s butt slapped against her groin.
Lizzy had gathered all of Julia’s stress – stress from not being accepted, stress from working too hard, stress from missing the exams, and bundled it up into a ball. And with the power of her dildo, she squished that ball, destroying it, releasing Julia.

“Awwwwwoooaww,” Julia continuously moaned. She was being pounded by another girl - a thought that would have never crossed her mind when she signed up to go to college.
The mattress creaked to the rhythm, but Julia’s heart was pounding loudly, and her thoughts shouted over all other noise. The stress from her body - the force that tickled her muscles - began to congregate into one area – her pussy. The more Lizzy thrust the dildo into Julia, the better it felt. It was like an itch that was being continually scratched, and the more the fucking continued, the bigger the itch became.

“Mmmm, aww awww awww,” Julia groaned in rhythm with the dildo thrusts. She was feeling herself build up like she never felt before. She was now glad that she was bound, for fear that her movement would slow down the fucking. She was now glad that she was gagged, for fear that she would scream “FUCK ME!” And she was now glad that she was missing her exam, because right here, right now, was all she cared about. And oh, it felt so good.

“Mmmmmmmph!” Julia groaned loudly as she was brought to her climax. Her body struggled against the ropes, stretching against the un-stretchable bindings, pushing itself to the limit, but always losing the fight. Lizzy watched in enchantment as the French girl squirmed with the dildo inside her, moaning in ecstasy. She was in heaven – they both were.

When Julia settled down, Lizzy slowly removed the dildo, took off the strapon, then picked up the scissors. She snipped off the ropes that suspended Julia in a vertical position and Julia landed on the mattress with a thump.
Lizzy flipped her over onto her back, showing her that she was still in charge, then she straddled herself onto Julia’s stomach so that her pussy was on Julia's bellybutton.

“Listen closely”, Lizzy began to say, but Julia still had her eyes half closed in a trance-like state. Lizzy tickled her sides and Julia opened her eyes wide and giggled.
“Listen closely. I lied to you. You’re not late for your exam. The time is actually 8:17”.
43 minutes until her first exam?! Could it really be?! Julia struggled, looking around for her alarm clock.
“Don’t pay attention to that. I changed it. I’m sorry.”
Julia was angry. She couldn’t believe Lizzy had tricked her. Her eyes showed her fury.
“Please forgive me. I would never do anything to harm you,” Lizzy said calmly and sweetly.
Julia began to soften up. Out of all things, why would she be mad at the alarm clock? After all, Lizzy had tied her up, tickled her, and banged her! She had nothing to worry about now, nothing to fear. She felt…great!

Lizzy reached behind Julia’s neck and unbuckled the ball-gag. She took it out of her mouth and set it aside. Julia lay there naked, with this American girl on top of her, also naked. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if she should say anything. Was she in love? They both looked at each other silently. Then Lizzy bent down and kissed Julia on the lips. Julia held out for a moment, realizing that these were the lips that were recently sucking peanut butter from her pussy. But she didn’t care anymore. She closed her eyes, reciprocated, and the kiss was long and passionate. When Lizzy pushed herself up, Julia was looking up at her and smiling, finally smiling. Yep, she was definitely in love.
 
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