Week One Study Session

“Oh, fuck, Nate,” Amber moaned softly.

She was naked, sitting on my bed, fingering herself. Her toes were spread wide and then clenched as she tried to keep herself from coming. I was groaning, stroking myself fast as we watched each other. Her legs were thrown over mine, we were sitting so close, and we were both almost manic in our ‘studying.’

She’d called me, asking to set up a study date. I had obviously agreed.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she panted. “I’m going to come so hard, Nate.”

I pulled my legs from under hers and got to my knees, looming over her. She let me pull her hand from her pussy and replace it with mine and I quickly started fingering her, and she reached for my cock and squeezed it but was too far gone to actually stroke me. She did that thing where her eyes drifted half closed and her jaw slackened as she came, her O face looking cute as hell, and the sound of my fingers driving into her pussy got wetter and she let out a long, soft groan.

Then, still riding her orgasm, she blinked and I was looking deep into her bright brown eyes as they looked pleadingly at me. She reached up with the hand that wasn’t on my cock and pulled me down to kiss her. I wasn’t going to fight it, and I fingered her into a second orgasm just like in class, but this time with our lips and tongues mashing together.

When she was finished we separated a little, though she kept a hand on my cock. “Sorry,” she said, still a little breathless. “Kissing wasn’t on the syllabus, so I figured… why not?”

“I liked it,” I said with a grin. “Very… arousing.”

She laughed, grinning, and leaned in to kiss me again as she started to stroke me properly and pressed her tits to my arm and chest.