Chapter II: Intellectual Smut, Rated R for Extremely Graphic Studying
Hi, Chapter two here. Please review, despite this being a parody, we really do want to know what you think.
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After jumping from his dorm window, and landing relatively safely in the bushes, Shay stood, brushed himself down and took off in an aggressive sprint across campus. The library closed at 7pm after all. As he was leaving the area of the dorms he passed a rather bland couple. Shay had always thought that the girl, Anastasia or whatever, was too virginal to be real...but hey, she could be having kinky sex in her grandmother's basement for all he knew.
Shaking these distractions from his head, Shay continued his rush towards none other than the library. With the strength of the Hulk on a particularly cruddy day, he let out a mighty roar, opening the gigantic oak double doors with much more force than was necessary.
Finally finding a secluded corner of the library, he pulled his notebook and textbooks to the edge of the hardwood table. Giving the notebook a smoldering look he shoved his pencil into its folds, his eyes gently caressing the words in the textbook, stripping them of their outward meaning and looking beneath to find the hidden fruits of their knowledge.
Kissing the next book lovingly, he pushed the covers apart, savoring the sweetness of its contents. Bending closer, he could feel his hot breath reflected back to him, as he broke into a sweat. Catching a drop of errant saltiness on his tongue, he continued to thrust his pencil between the pages of his notebook. He could hold back no longer and could feel he was nearing the climax of this session.
With a final push of his pencil, he collapsed head face first into the soft afterglow of a fantastic round of studying. Pulling his face from the book's sweet embrace, he checked his watch to see how long he had managed to last. He smiled, he'd managed a good hour and a half. Fifteen minutes longer than the last time. All he needed was a 20 minute break and he'd be ready for another round. He wasn't called the king of stamina for nothing, his brain's refractory period was extremely short.
Once his breathing had calmed down and he could move, Shay looked up from his notebook at the rest of the room. Every single person in the room had dropped whatever they were doing at the moment to watch this spectacle. The emotions on their faces ranged from extremely repulsive to vaguely embarrassed. Shay didn't care. If they couldn't take the heat, they should just leave him to his study habits.
Feeling rejuvenated, he returned to his beloved textbooks. He hoped for another satisfying round.