I had to play Scalia in law school and fucked RBG [FM]

I’m really curious to see what kind of folks click on this post… This is by far the weirdest foreplay of my life.

So certain law schools have seminar classes that focus entirely on the Supreme Court. Basically you pick someone on the Court and argue theoretical cases the way you think your justice would argue all semester. By a miracle, I got into the seminar 3L year, but I was robbed of the RBG role I wanted by a dude in my class who was ironically pretty conservative. The only spot left by the time I got another chance to pick was Scalia, which I was pretty pissed about.

On that day I made a vow to destroy RBG Bro in every single debate we had all semester.

I don’t want to brag, but I made folks uncomfortable with how aggressive I was. I made that seminar my bitch. We’d get so heated our professor had to step in a couple of times, and I was once told a poor class of 1Ls could hear us from down the hall.

*Wow. This is possibly the least sexy intro I have ever written. I promise it gets better.*

I did not really see the tension as sexual until we were debating supply chains. I yelled something about how Ruth clearly didn’t understand the nature of horizontal agreements. He looks me dead in the eye and says, “I can certainly show you I understand horizontal agreements later, Antonin.” For half a moment the entire class was silent and then we both burst out laughing. Our professor even mumbled something about how we all finally got to see Scalia speechless.

So that’s how we started flirting.

Our debates remained just as intense, but they took a slight turn. We’d scream at each other as usual, but started meeting after class to go over our arguments and laugh at ourselves. Eventually, I decided I didn’t completely hate him and we hung out a little on campus.

So during finals, we started studying together and there was palpable tension. However, we were studying about twelve hours a day and both pretty strung out so I barely even acknowledged it.

I was weird during finals. It was the only time in my life I actively smoked and pretty consistently lived off of gummy bears and coffee. Sleep came in weird cycles, showering became optional… and I got myself off a lot.

It’s the only time in my life I did it to an extent I would consider compulsive. I think my record was 17 times in one day. I’m not sure why my sex drive went up during that time, but I owe many of my grades to my vibrator who is the real hero of this story.

So studying in such close proximity to him during that time kind of set something off in my brain. He was pretty fucking hot. Halfway through finals, I started thinking about him while I got myself off. To be honest, I was so strung out I couldn’t even process if he was feeling it too and was not exactly on my game.

One night after studying we’re smoking a cigarrette outside the library and laughing about what weird habits we have during finals (oddly enough it was the only time he smoked as well). I admitted to my other habit on a whim and he kind of laughed and said he did the same thing. I made a comment that it was probably because I looked so disgusting during finals no one would fuck me, and he responded with, “I really don’t think that’s the case, Antonin.”

So like… we both knew what was up but were entirely too exhausted to do much about it.

After two weeks fueled by caffeine, masturbation, and this newfound sexual tension, we finally arrive at school for our last final of the semester. He sees me going over my flashcards one last time and invites me to his place after to celebrate. I think I literally have the fleeting thought *oh cool, I’m having sex tonight*, but push it out of my head pretty quickly because I had to focus.

The moment I turn in my paper I walk outside and the magnitude of our flirting actually hits me. I don’t even want to play it cool and text him to hang out immediately. I arrive at his place at like 3:00 in the afternoon and he hands me a drink the moment I walk in the door. I’m so sleep-deprived the alcohol hits me like Benedryl and I’m not even sure I can stay awake.

Then RBG starts talking about our final and this dude is totally wrong about a certain remedy he put down. This fuels me and we start bickering back-and-forth about who was right. Eventually, our fight bleeds into previous debates we’ve had during our seminar class and before I know it we’re drunkenly yelling about fiduciary duties. I am so heated by this debate and strung out by the week I don’t even notice as he quite literally leads me to his bedroom.

This next part I will always remember.

I scream at him to call me “unethical” one more time. He stops for a moment, smiles a little, and continues with, “I think you’re a dirty, unethical girl.”

That’s when we fucking slam into each other. I’ve never gotten a man’s shirt off so fast or given quite so bad of scratch marks. He responds by slamming me into his wall and pinning me against it. We dry hump for a solid few minutes and then he tells me to take my dress off and get on my knees. I am very turned on when I’m told what to do in bed, so I oblige.

I have an entire post about this, but I am really into giving head. It’s my favorite part of sex. The moment he pulls his pants down I guide his head to the back of my head and let him slam into my mouth over and over. Months of tension in a single blowjob unfold.

I don’t even know what he’s saying above me as he slams my head back down. There’s a weird mixture of legal arguments and him telling me to “fucking take it.” Whatever, it was so weird it was hot which seems to be the theme of this story. He comes in my mouth after a few and I swallow.

Within seconds of finishing, he hoists me up and puts me on his dresser, peels my underwear off, and throws it to the side. He goes down on me like that and I’m nearly in tears at the feel of it. I had literally fantasized about him about twenty times in the preceeding week so I start talking about how much I’ve wanted to fuck him. He stops just long enough to say, “Of course you have.” For some reason that does it for me and I come the moment his mouth is back on my body. Fuck.

For a few moments, we just lay on his floor and laugh at ourselves. We talk about when we both knew we were attracted to each other and he laughs when I tell him the “horizontal agreement” comment is what got me. He offers to say more legal jargon if it will get me off and then very slowly starts kissing various parts of my body while he whispers things like “mutual assent” and “hearsay.” It is humiliating how much this turns me on, but I’m begging him not to stop as he does it.

We carry on like this for a few minutes as he guides me up to my feet and turns me around. He’s still going as he bites my ear and whispers something about jurisprudence. I’m half laughing half melting until he suddenly bends me over and grabs a fist full of my hair. He slams into me like that and I start actually crying as I beg him to keep going. He was railing me so hard it was almost painful, but fuck it felt good. I think I might have actually screamed, “fuck you” as I came and felt him finish.

God, I hope I never write anything this fucking nerdy again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qr2dh8/i_had_to_play_scalia_in_law_school_and_fucked_rbg