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"Shh... just listen..." Sophie smiled.

"For what...?" Sabrina replied.

"Just wanna hear if Ollie's moaning my name yet..." she giggled and gave a little jerk off motion.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "A little egotistical, don't ya think? I mean, I'm sure he does but, what makes you think it's gonna be over you?"

Sophie gave her housemate a cocky smirk. "Maybe not all the time, but I bet he is this month!"

"What's so special about this month?" Sabrina raised her eyebrow.

Sophie giggled. "I made a little bet with him. Ever heard of No Nut November?"

Sabrina shook her head is disbelief. "Yeah... but, I don't think that's a real thing. Like, I'm pretty sure guys can't just give it up for a month."

Sophie nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's what I thought too. But I still thought it'd be fun encouraging him to try!"

Just before Halloween, she'd been in her housemate's room. While in there, she'd noticed a large number of used tissues in the bin by his bed. "You coming down with something?" she'd grinned at his instant blushing, and then added, "or just cumming in general?"

He tried his best to deny and deflect, but she just shook him off. "Hmm... sure... bit of a cold... and yet... I haven't heard you sniff or anything this week. Doesn't pass the smell test..."

She'd meant that very literally. As she proceeded to pick up the bin and gently inhaled the smell of cum soaked tissues.

"Mmm..." she purred, "love that smell! Reminds me of my first boyfriend's boxers, after I got a little too frisky with him." She giggled. "He was so cute. I used to love watching him try and hold back. Ha ha! Didn't make it very often though. Ahhh... good times!"

Ollie was glowing red.

"Oops! Guess I'm still kind of a tease, aren't I?" She giggled and jiggled her tits. "Sorry, Ollie. Didn't mean to overstep. Guess it can't be easy living with two girls. Must have to jerk off all the time with me around! Ha ha. Bet you're not even gonna try NNN! Wouldn't last a week!"

Foolishly, Ollie had disagreed with that. They settled on a bet, that the loser would have to buy the other drinks for a night.

Ollie insisted he could go the whole month without cumming. No sex, no masturbation, no wet dreams. Sophie on the other hand, told him there was no way.

While she gave him several reasons, she neglected to mention the biggest barrier he'd have. Since it's inception, there was a sort of counter movement emerging. While it started as more of a joke, women teasing guys that there was no way they could last, if they didn't want them to, it didn't stay a joke for too long.

And sadly for a lot of guys, the combination of a desperation, bore out of self-inflicted abstinence, coupled with some very enthusiastic teasing from these girls, and the resulting backing up of cum, had led to some major accidents.

A couple of weeks in, Ollie was managing to stay strong. However, Sophie was not planning making it that easy. Her clothes around the house were definitely skimpier than usual. And while she actually wasn't trying too had with him, she was all too eager to share stories of guys who were not doing as well.

She knew a few girls who were "hunting" NNN participants. Flaunting very close to breaking public decency laws, and going out of their way to try and make guys blow a load in their pants in public.

He'd seen the results for himself. There had been a lot of posts on various social media sites where girls had caught guys out. The hashtags "NNN Fail" or "NNN Body Count" were trending in a lot of places.

Sophie teased Ollie whenever they were both in. Giving him a daily update on her score so far, and giggling that he could be next.

When he'd tried to act confident, she smiled devilishly. "Well... if you somehow do win, you'd better not get too cocky. You know me, I'm a sore loser. Maybe when we're out, you'll feel a little something under the table... so you'd better let it out before we leave. You'd be surprised how much you can have built up after a month. Shame if it all ended up in your boxers in a busy place!"

She gave him a quick jiggle of her tits before cackling gleefully at the look of frustration on his face.

As much as it didn't feel like it to Ollie, she was taking it easy on him. She wanted to play the long game on this one, and wait as long as possible, just to torment him as much as she could before he finally failed.

On the 29th, she even asked him to come into her room just before he was going to bed. He knew it was a risk, but he also didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was getting to him.

"Still going...?" she smirked. "Wow, you really are doing well. I don't think I could go that long. He he... in fact I know I haven't. Seriously, I don't think I've ever came as much as I have this month. Teasing all these guys, seeing when they couldn't hold out, I've never been so horny."

She sighed, "too bad it's almost over. I'd invite you to stay and watch but... I wouldn't want you to think I'm not playing fair. Be a real shame if you blew it this close to the finish line..."

"Anyway, have a good night. Wet dreams... OH! I mean sweet. He he he... Freudian slip... I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't think about me, my tits, or that I'll be right here in the next room, playing with myself, thinking about you, and that boner you've got, just exploding in your pants for me!"

Ollie looked down, having not even noticed how hard he was until she'd pointed it out. He groaned in a combination of embarrassment and frustration, and stormed out.

"Stay strong!" she called out behind him facetiously, "I believe in youuu!"

Needless to say, he didn't sleep well. Early on, with Sophie quite audibly pleasuring herself in the next room, it was torture. But even after she'd fallen asleep, he couldn't relax. He was painfully hard. And the couple of times he did drift off, after a few minutes he'd see her in his dreams.

She'd flirted and teased him so much, it was all he could think of. He envisioned her about to flash him, and he could feel his cock about to burst. The moment before she showed him anything, he'd cum, before she'd stop, and then laugh riotously in his face.

Each time he'd woke up at that point, he'd have to check his boxers were still cum free. He was just so tired, and every time he looked at his clock, he knew he was going to feel like shit at work the next day, even if he didn't have to deal with his aching blue-balls.

"Wake up, dummy!" Sophie shook him awake. "Your alarm's been going off for half an hour!"

"SHIT!" he exclaimed. He started to get out, before becoming very aware of how hard he still was and pausing.

"What're you waiting for, you're gonna be late. Get a move on!" she urged. "Hey... wait! Did you...?"

He shook his head "no" but was nonetheless blushing furiously.

"Show me..." she said flatly.

Even though he couldn't feel any wetness down there, he really did not want to be subject to her inspection.

"Don't be like that!" she snatched at the covers.

"Like what!" he protested, grabbing them himself to keep his boner covered.

"A sore loser!" she growled. "You came, didn't you! Ha! I knew it. You're buying tomorrow, now lemme see!"

While he hadn't yet, the struggle was causing a lot of friction that he didn't need against his cock. And as they fought, Sophie lost her balance, fell forward, and landed with her chest in Ollie's face.

That was it for him. A month's worth of pent-up cum started to flood out into his boxers. He'd never cum so much in his life. As he lost control, Sophie recognised what was happening, and took the opportunity to swipe back the covers.

"Wow!" She smirked triumphantly. "So I was celebrating a little... prematurely... was I?" She winked. "Guess I'm not alone though, huh?" She shrugged. "Oops! Still... no denying it now! I win!"

Ollie slumped back in bed. This had been a dumb idea from the start. He shut his eyes groaned.

"Aww... sorry 'bout that..." she smirked. "Suppose I did play a little dirty there. Hey... I did say I'm a sore loser. Lucky for you, at least I'm gracious in victory."

"Guess I can at least offer to help with the clean up. Mmm... could be thirsty work though. Lucky for me... I believe you owe me a drink or two!"