Training for oral exams

Chantal stood in her small, dimly lit apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes flicked nervously to the clock, knowing that her sparring partner, Tom, would be here any minute.

Cindy had been right; she needed help with her oral exams. Chantal had always been easily distracted, her mind wandering at the slightest provocation. But with Tom, it was different. Just the thought of him made her pulse race and her breath hitch. She knew this session would be a challenge, but she was determined to face it head-on.

The knock at the door startled her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before opening it. Tom stood on the other side, his tall frame filling the doorway. His eyes met hers, a mixture of amusement and desire flickering in their depths. "Ready for some practice, Chantal?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. She nodded, stepping aside to let him in, fully aware that this was going to be anything but a typical study session.

Chantal cleared her throat, trying to focus. Tom sat across from her, his eyes never leaving her. She began to explain the material, her voice shaky at first but gaining confidence with each word. "So, the main themes in 'Madame Bovary' are disillusionment and the consequences of adultery..." she said, her cheeks flushing slightly as she glanced up at Tom.

Just as Chantal was getting into the flow of her explanation, the door to her apartment burst open. Cindy strutted in, a wicked grin on her face. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over to the couch, her hips swaying provocatively. "Well, well, well," Cindy purred, "looks like someone's getting a little too comfortable."

Tom raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Cindy, always a pleasure," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Chantal looked between the two of them, her heart pounding. She knew Cindy was up to something, and she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it. "Cindy, what are you doing here?" Chantal asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Cindy just grinned wider, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Chantal, darling," she said, "I'm just here to make sure you stay on track."

Chantal's voice faltered mid-sentence as she felt Cindy's hands on her hips. Before she could react, Cindy yanked down her pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing her red pubic hair to the cool air and Tom's gaze. Chantal gasped, her face flushing a deep shade of crimson as she quickly tried to cover herself with her hands.

Tom's eyes widened, his gaze flicking from Chantal's exposed lower half to her flustered face. He leaned back on the couch, a smug smile playing on his lips as he enjoyed the view. "Well, this is certainly an interesting study technique," he commented, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

Cindy laughed. "Oh, come on, Chantal," she teased, "you can't let a little distraction like this throw you off. Keep going, explain the next theme." Chantal shivered, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to collect her thoughts. She knew she had to keep going, no matter what.