Fool around with Christina

It’s getting late, and ordinarily, you’d call it a night. But something in the air has got you excited, and you only need one look at the girl next to you to tell you why.

“It feels like we’re on a roll,” you say.

“We’ve got to solve more than just one problem to make it a roll,” Christina smiles.

“Then let’s get to it,” you say, stretching out your arms and neck.

You’ve been standing behind Christina for a decent while, craning your neck over her desk. The cracks that sound as you stretch out your neck are somewhat ominous.

“Here, why don’t you take the seat,” she says, giving you a worried glance.

“Where are you going to sit then?” you ask.

“I’ll figure it out,” she winks, and she gets up, sweeping her arm to offer you the chair.

As soon as you sit in the chair, you figure out what the pretty little Asian has in store for you. She slides neatly into your lap, giving you a smile before turning to the next problem assigned.

“So, what do you think about this one?” she asks.

“Hard. I looked at it earlier and It stumped me,” you say. “I’ll need a minute to think about it.”

“That makes the two of us,” she says glumly.

“Well, don’t give up! Just like you, I’ve got a special study strategy for when I’m stuck.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Christina asks.

“Start working and you’ll see,” you smile.

“If you say so,” she says, giving you a dubious look.

This time, she’s the one picking up the pen and paper, scribbling out her thoughts. You take a moment to think about the problem too, but when nothing springs to mind, you lightly place your hands around Christina’s waist.

“What are you doing?” she asks, as your hands slip under the hem of her shirt, circling around her bare skin.

“Getting inspiration,” you say.

She throws you a funny look but keeps working. Meanwhile, your hands drift up from the lower reaches of her abdomen, caressing her bare skin, drifting up and up until they come to a rest against the lower reaches of her bra.

“This helps you think?” she asks.

“It does. But I need more inspiration,” you say, running a hand up her back.

Your hands find the clasp of her bra with ease, and with only two tries, you get it undone, freeing her tits. You move leisurely, hands circling around the sides of her breasts, until you have each one cupped firmly in your hands, her tight body pulled against yours. There’s no way she doesn’t feel your erection growing under her. You massage her tits, circling around her nipples. Fuck, they feel so good.

You kiss the back of her neck and then nibble on her ears, drawing out a moan from her neck.

“I can’t… I can’t focus on work this way,” she says, her hips wiggling on your lap.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it,” you say, grinding your hips back against her.

You can feel her nipples stiffening under your fingers, and you rub them lightly. You’re rewarded with more moans.

“Mmm… oh shit!” Christina cries out as you pinch one of her nipples.

You smile, continuing to tease her tits with one hand, as the other drifts downwards, pressed against her stomach again, this time angling down into that special place in her pants.

“I’ve really got to get to this problem,” she gasps.

“And I’m getting inspiration for it,” you say.

“Lucy… she could get back any moment now,” she says, reaching up to brush your hand away from her boobs. “We could continue this sometime, but I don’t want to get caught.”

“Damn, I almost had it,” you say, as the two of you disentangle from the chair.

“Somehow I don’t think you were close to the answer,” Christina smiles, and you shrug in reply.

“Hey, you never know,” you say.

“So that’s your strategy? Do you always keep a girl around for when you get stuck on homework?” she asks.

“Only the prettiest ones,” you smile.

Christina +10