Maggie Pulls an All-Nighter
"Um… Maggie?" The words seemed to come from a long way away, and it took Maggie a moment or two before she could refocus on them. She looked up to see who was speaking, her eyes swimming with exhaustion from her lengthy cram session, and it was with bleary befuddlement that she saw Ella looking back down at her with an expression of concern on her flushed face. Because Ella didn't just look like the normal kind of worried people got about their friends when they were pulling a couple of all-nighters in a row down at the student union in the weeks before finals. She looked kind of embarrassed, like she'd just walked into a whole awkward conversation in the making and she didn't know any way to get out of it other than to simply plow straight through it.
Maggie blinked the sleep out of her heavy-lidded eyes, wishing she could simply put her head down and catch even just a ten minute power nap, and snarled, "Yes? What?" Realizing that she was coming off a lot more snappish than she intended, she sighed heavily and added, "Sorry, El, I'm just… I'm studying right now and it's really important." She gestured vaguely at her laptop, but her arms felt so heavy with exhaustion that she couldn't even get any real energy into the motion and it was everything she could do not to simply return her gaze to her laptop and dismiss her friend completely. She'd been in the zone, totally focused, and this kind of interruption really threw her off in a way she didn't care for.
But Ella refused to be dissuaded. "N-no, you're not," she stammered, as if unable to fully believe that Maggie didn't notice. "You're just sitting there with, with your tits all flopped out on the table and you, uh, you were drooling on your keyboard when I came in." Weirdly, Maggie's first thought was that it was fine, her laptop was waterproof, but then her fingers sluggishly moved to her chin and sure enough they came away slick with saliva. She tried to glance down to see if Ella was right about her boobs, too, but somehow she couldn't seem to lower her gaze any further than her screen. And once she started staring at it again, she couldn't look back up at Ella, either.
"And there's, like, guys in here, and they've all been looking at you, and I can see the reflection of your screen in your glasses and it's not even a paper or anything," Ella continued, but Maggie was already beginning to tune her out in favor of her studies. It was important work, it was teaching her… things, important things… and she didn't really need to listen to anything but the soft murmur inside her mind that echoed the words flashing almost too fast to see on the display in front of her. They were the important part, not some boring babble from Ella about spirals and hypnosis and men who chuckled at her suggestibility. She just needed to stay focused on learning and everything else would take care of itself.
Sure enough, it did. Ella kept talking for a while, yes, but eventually she trailed off into silence staring at the reflection of the screen in Maggie's glasses and after a bit she wandered around the table in a daze to sit next to her friend. Maggie scooted her chair over, happy to let the other woman learn along with her, and if she noticed Ella out of the corner of her eye doing something with her top it didn't really matter to her. Only the lesson mattered, and Maggie was so happy when she finally absorbed it fully and presented herself for one of the men in the room to eagerly, urgently fuck.
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