Fetishes and Finals

By Candice Christian

Addy and her flat mate Chloe are in the midst of finals week at university. On the rebound from an ugly breakup from her former lover Addy has her eye on the exams monitor. A woman a few years older than Addy. Even going so far as to leave a note with her cell number for the monitor to find.

The stress of the exams, when the do finally end, is relieved by getting completely drunk at the local watering hole, Puss 'n Boots. Addy holds up her end of the bargain, and is sloppy drunk, and hooks up with Maggie, and end up in a boob fight, before passing out in bed.

Recovered from her bender, Addy has been rewarded for her daring note to the monitor, as sometime later with a call from the monitor, Becca. They meet at a pub and they warm to each other quite quickly. Soon Addy has Becca back to her room, and showing off all her toys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Apr 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463205761

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Finals and Fetishes

Candice Christian

Copyright 2019 Candice Christian

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         Puss 'n Boots

Part One

You know, the two most terrible times in your life is, when a lover has betrayed your trust, cheating on you and the other is... Finals

. Every year the same. Spend however many months coasting along nicely, then at the end suddenly three or four weeks of mad cramming followed by five or so chunks of sitting at a desk for two hours forgetting everything you've ever been taught since you were three. Why do we do it?

Same story, as ever, in my second year of grad school. My degree was biology, so lots of endless facts to force in. I was never good at revising, so I started early, worked steadily, and burnt out dramatically. When the actual finals were upon me, I felt my usual sense of impending doom.

Hi, my name is Addy. I am 22, about 5'6" or so, and a grad student in college. I have short, blonde hair, an ivory skin-tone and a firm, a pair of 36B breasts. I live in the UK so some of my slang may not translate to those of you haven't watched Game of Thrones or Downton Abbey. Most of you will understand the action I'm certain.

I stood outside the exam building on the morning, Monday, of the first one, making the usual small talk and being acutely aware of how exhausted I was; though I daresay I wasn't the only one. Some people were reading from dog-eared pieces of paper, trying to get in a few last points. I take the line that when I leave for an exam in the morning, I know all that I'm ever going to, and it would be no good trying to get any more in. I looked at my copy of The London Times, trying to clear my head. I hated these moments with a passion.

At last we were herded indoors, and we entered the exam room, the nervous chatter of before now replaced with the obligatory silence. I mouthed 'good-luck' to some friends, found my desk, and sat down, noticing that the exam paper seemed very thick. I wrote my details on the front, then sat back and waited for the word go, which would be a while coming as people were still filing in.

I glanced around the room, for want of anything else to do. The monitors were all doing their thing, and after a minute or two everyone was in their seat. I heard the voice of a lady monitor giving instructions about filling in the front of