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This story was written for Serling as part of my themed Patreon request day for June 2018. This month's theme is "Breaking the rules" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

[center][b][u]Our Little Game[/u][/b][/center]

"Hey..."

Exams were next week. Exams that would dictate the course of Fredrick's natural life, his career beyond med school and countless other factors that would all link back to what residency placement he would be able to secure based on the results of these upcoming exams. For weeks, months already they'd been studying together. Him and Jessica. And for months already, but particularly in these more recent weeks, it had fallen to Fredrick's girlfriend, to the woman he loved to keep the equine male from getting too stressed out and panicked by the prospect of everything that weighed upon his aceing each and every one of these upcoming tests.

Thus as they sat in the university library and Fredrick stared down in horror at a particular anatomy textbook that he'd read a hundred times, terrified by the absolute certainty that no matter how well he knew it from cover to cover all this information was going to come spilling out of his head and fall forgotten by the wayside before the exams even began, it was Jessica who was whispering to him as she saw that expression of gathering existential horror spread across his features. She had to distract him. She had to take his mind off things just long enough for his brain to reset and lighten up a little. She had to remind him that smart as he was, and certain as they both were that together they were going to blitz their exams, Fredrick in particular needed to take a little time now and then to decompress, for the sake of his health.

"Hey, wanna play our little game?"

The whisper was so softly uttered that no-one besides Fredrick could have possibly heard it, despite the library being fairly busy with hundreds of other students from all disciplines preparing for their own upcoming end of year exams and dissertations. Nevertheless, when Fredrick responded the horse did so like Jessica had just screamed it for all the world to hear. His eyes bulged, his gaze darted around them with nervous terror, and he stared at the collie in horror.

"W-we... what? We can't go home now, Jess. I have studying to do. We agreed we'd stay at the library till lunchtime, and then come back until dinner."

Licking her lips and smiling at the man she loved from across the table, Jessica nodded.

"Right. I didn't say we'd go home. I didn't say we'd move from this table. I asked if you wanted to play our little game, and I meant while we keep working. That's the whole point, after all. We play while we work... right here."

The horse's eyes bulged, and he groaned under his breath in dismay and helpless excitement. He looked around again, the library filled with busy students none of whom were paying any attention to the two of them or anything but their own books, and then looked back at Jessica.

"We shouldn't."

Jessica smiled.

"That doesn't sound like a no to me."

Again Fredrick shuddered and huffed quietly yet desperately, his hands trembling as they laid themselves down against the pages of the anatomy textbook open in front of him. A book that had him so stressed out, and that he'd do anything to feel less terrified by in that moment. His eyes darted across the room, then back to his girlfriend yet again as he let loose another fevered whisper.

"W-we really... really shouldn't."

Once more Jessica smirked and nodded.

"Maybe. But, are you saying you don't want me to? Or... are you saying we shouldn't, even though we're clearly gonna play our game anyway?"

Fredrick groaned and buried his face in his hands, and even with his features concealed he gave an affirming nod. He trembled in his seat, and beneath the table the equine male could already feel his cock beginning to stir within the confines of his jeans. They were going to play their little game, and as was always the case when they played it together, just knowing it was happening was all it took for the game to begin in earnest.

The rules were simple, and the game's objective was clear.

Its purpose was to help them balance the stresses of their high pressure course with their relationship, and over the two and a half years they'd been playing it since the very earliest days of their romance, it had gotten the two of them through a lot of long nights; essays, exams and journal critiques in abundance. The aim was for them both to keep working, while simultaneously trying to distract one another from working. Nowhere in their unwritten rules of course did it state that this distraction had to be intimate or in any way sexual in nature, but it almost exclusively worked out that way each and every single time they played. They'd do whatever they could to get their partner worked up while sitting across one or the other of their dorm rooms, and only when one party was too distracted to continue working any longer... an honour system judgement that they both stuck to with great devotion, would the victor be declared and their reward claimed. A reward which was almost always a break from work, and a rough, frantic bout of love-making to satiate both party's urges.

And the key rule that helped make this game so fun, and which made it possible not only in private but also here too in theory, there was no touching of the other player permitted.

The two lovers continued to read their textbooks, hearts racing and bodies already primed and eager for the game at hand just by the simple fact of knowing that it was taking place. When they were at home Fredrick often took the initiative right out of the gate by simply opening up his trousers and continuing to read with his rock hard cock sticking up and out into the air for Jessica to admire, but here he didn't have that option. Here he could only work with what he had above the level of the table at which they were seated, and what he could do, or at least what he believed he was capable of getting away with while still not letting any of the dozens of other people all around them know what they were doing.

For that reason it was perhaps a little unsurprising that Jessica rather rapidly took the lead in their game, for not only was she far more eager and unabashed, not to mention far less distracted by the terrifying pressure of the impending exams, but she also had something to work with that Fredrick didn't. Breasts. Above the table's top, within view of her boyfriend's wide and nervously darting eyes, her breasts.

Button by button, leaning over the table with her elbows planted firmly upon it and her folded arms providing a shield to keep others from seeing while simultaneously creating a corridor of vision that the chestnut coated stallion could not ignore, Jessica plucked open the front of her shirt until her bra was on full display. She squeezed her breasts together playfully, showing off their ample curvature and the beautiful valley between them. She shifted in her seat slightly, purposefully jiggling and bouncing her semi-exposed breasts before Fredrick's eyes, and then, in an action that almost made the horse cry out and throw himself over her protectively to hide her from anyone else's wandering gaze, she reached down to her chest and playfully, unabashedly teased one breast free from the cup of its bra. She exposed her bare breast, nipple firm and swollen at its peak, and left it hanging out there as Fredrick stared, and stared, and...

He groaned under his breath, shook his head, and looked down at the book again. Carpal bones. The proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform.

He glanced back up. The breast was still there. God, it was beautiful. She was beautiful. So hot. So incredibly hot and... no. No, he couldn't think about that. He had exams. Books. Studying to do. Carpal bones. The distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate.

Closing his eyes, he tried to remember them by heart. Proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Good. Good, but... would he be able to remember it next week? When the exams themselves were happening? Proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetral and... oh god, and... hamate? No. No! Fuck. Pisiform. Not hamate. Idiot. Fucking idiot. He was going to fail. He was going to fail and flunk out and then Jessica was going to break up with him and...

Jessica frowned as she saw her boyfriend's eyes close, and the bashful expression upon his face turn to one of focus as he returned to his work, and then swiftly back to the same stressed, freaked out look he'd had written across his features when she first considered playing their little game with him here to chase that fear away.

"I'm already so wet..."

She whispered, trying to snap him out of it with a little extra passion and lewdness.

"I... d-do you think I could get away with it? With touching myself... masturbating right here, i-in front of you?"

To Jessica's frustration though, and a little embarrassment on her part too not because she'd said it aloud but because it wasn't particularly pleasant to have such an open and unabashed expression of sexuality utterly ignored, Fredrick barely reacted. He was too stressed out, too freaked out to comprehend what she was saying, too caught up in his own panic to see or hear her efforts to win their little game. She frowned, and looked around at all the other students busily reading their own books, whispering amongst themselves as they studied and revised but not paying anyone other than the people and the books at their immediate table any heed.

The collie took a deep breath, and she made a call inside her head in that moment. A decision that she hoped and prayed would be worth it. The only extreme she could think of that might still work to snap her boyfriend out of his paralysing fear of their upcoming tests.

"I know the rules, Freddie..."

Jessica moaned under her breath to the man she loved.

"I know them, a-and I know this means that I lose. Hell, I'm so distracted thinking about you I've basically lost already. B-but... sometimes, you've gotta break the rules, to win something even more important down the line."

Fredrick didn't react, his eyes still closed, his muzzle open and moving in a silent repetition of the bones of the hand, intermingled with the occasional frown and wordless curse as he made a mistake in his cyclical, almost obsessive repetition. He ignored Jessica completely as she spoke to him, he paid no heed as she slipped her breast back into her bra and rebuttoned her shirt, and then... then his whole body jerked, the table creaking slightly and his chair squeaking against the floor of the room as he felt something that he had not expected. Something that was against all the rules not just of their game, but against the rules of public decency in a way that went far, far beyond what Jessica had been doing to try and tease him as a part of their little game until recently.

He felt his girlfriend's feet pressing between his legs, and rubbing up and down the tented, denim-clad length of his still hard cock. He felt her toes wriggling over his throbbing, sensitive head, and the lengths of her feet sliding up and down his constrained shaft as best they could given his erection's current confinement.

Needless to say his eyes sprang open, and he forgot all about the bones of the hand, the anatomy textbook open in front of him, and the approaching exam period overall. He forgot about everything but the collie, her feet, his cock, and the dozens of people surrounding them in this very public space. He stared up at her in shock, in confusion, and in desperate, helpless pleasure.

"J-Jessica..."

He moaned, perhaps a little louder than he should have. His girlfriend giggled, and pressed a single finger to her lips in a wordless shushing motion. A moment later though, she whispered right back to him.

"I'm not stopping until you relax. Until you calm down and cool off a little. And if it takes longer than... well, if it takes long enough that someone gets their jeans all sticky?"

The collie paused for a moment and licked her lips. Her boyfriend blushed scarlet. They both knew the volume that Fredrick could produce, the delicious, perhaps even somewhat excessive volume.

"And if you still aren't relaxed enough even after that? Then I guess I'll just have to find [i]more[/i] ways to distract you... ways that you can't ignore, and that break the rules even more shamelessly than this."

She glanced over to the university library's restrooms, across the sea of tables and desks and whispering, murmuring, revising students.

"Remember last year, h-how they had to put up a sign about no masturbation in the restrooms during the exam period?"

Fredrick's eyes widened as Jessica's feet continued to rub and tease at his desperately sensitive and needy cock. He nodded shakily, and his already scarlet cheeks burned hotter still as the collie giggled anew.

"Do you think that rule only applies to masturbation? Or... do you think they don't want anyone fucking in there, too?"

By Jeeves

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