Helping with her homework!

Saturday morning light filtered through the dorm window. Alex woke up to the sound of Riley sighing at her desk. She hunched over a textbook, pencil tapping hard against the page. Her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Face scrunched in frustration.

"Everything okay?" Alex asked. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

Riley glanced over. "Math. This stats crap is killing me. Marketing major, but they make us take this junk."

Alex stretched. He knew math. Engineering program drilled it into him. Calculus, algebra, stats, all second nature. "What part?"

"Probability distributions. Can't wrap my head around it." She pushed the book toward him. Pages filled with graphs and formulas.

He got out of bed. Pulled on shorts. Walked over. Peered at the problem. "This? Easy. Let me show you."

Riley scooted her chair. Made space. Alex sat beside her. Their arms brushed. Her skin warm. He smelled her faint soap scent from the gym shower yesterday.

"Okay, so here," Alex said. He grabbed a fresh paper. Drew a bell curve. "Normal distribution. Mean in the middle. Standard deviation spreads it out."

She leaned in. Eyes focused. "Like, how much spread?"

"Two standard deviations covers about 95 percent. See?" He sketched lines. Explained the z-scores. Simple steps.

Riley nodded slow. "Wait, so for this problem... plug in the values?"

"Exactly." Alex worked through an example. Numbers crunched quick. Answer popped out.

Her face lit up. "Damn, that makes sense. You're good at this."

"Engineering perk," he said. Grinned. "We live in numbers."

They kept going. Hour passed. Alex broke down concepts. Riley asked questions. Smart ones. She grasped fast once it clicked.

"You're a lifesaver," she said. Stretched her arms. Tank top rode up. Exposed her flat stomach. A trail of fine hair leading down.

Alex's gaze lingered. Imagined lower. Her cock tucked away. Balls heavy. He shifted in his seat. Kept focus. "No big deal. Happy to help."

Lunch break. They grabbed sandwiches from the cafeteria. Sat outside. Talked majors. Riley explained marketing. Ads, consumer behavior. Fun stuff.

"Sounds creative," Alex said. "Better than circuits and code."

She laughed. "You'd hate my classes. But math? Hate that. Thanks again."

Back in the room. More work. Afternoon wore on. Riley solved problems solo now. Alex watched. Pride swelled. Her confidence grew.

"Got it," she said. Closed the book. Leaned back. "You're surprising. Thought you were just a gym newbie."

"Layers," he replied. Eyes met hers. Spark there.

She stood. Stretched again. This time, her shorts tightened. A subtle outline. Her cock soft, but present. Alex swallowed. Dick stirred in his shorts.

"Shower time," Riley announced. Grabbed towel. Walked to the bathroom.

Water started. Alex sat still. Mind wandered. Pictured her under the spray. Hands soaping her breasts. Down to her groin. Fingers wrapping her shaft. Stroking slow. Making it thicken. Veins bulging. Head flaring.

He adjusted himself. Hard now. Pressed against fabric. Waited.

Riley emerged. Robe loose. Hair wet. "Your turn if you want."

"Yeah." He headed in. Stripped. Cold water first. Then warm. Hand on his cock. Pumped quick. Thought of her helping him. No, him helping her. Then her rewarding. Cock in his face. "Suck it," she'd say.

Cum hit the tile. He rinsed. Calmed.

Evening. They ordered pizza. Studied more. Light now. Riley aced a practice quiz.

"Couldn't without you," she said. Bumped his shoulder.

Contact sent heat through him. "Anytime."

Night deepened. Beds called. Alex lay awake. Helping her felt good. Closer. Her body haunted dreams. Cock hard. Balls full. Him touching.

Morning would bring more. But for now, satisfaction. Math conquered. Bond strengthened.

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