Although I was failing chemistry, I couldn't help but stare at the broad shoulders that sat in front of me every day in lecture. Is it possible that I can blame my failing test scores entirely on the guy in front of me? While he had a broad back, he was tall and thin. He had light green eyes under his clear framed glasses and they would keep me lost for words when he would nod at me every lecture before sitting down. One day he turned around and asked me how I was right before lecture started. I told him how I was honestly having a hard time in this class, but avoided letting the words "I'm failing" slip out of my mouth. He looked surprise when I told him and he said the words I never thought I'd hear from him.
"Do you need help studying? I could totally help you if you want."
"I would love that, actually." I said, surprising myself with how confidently I replied.
"Are you free tonight?" he asked with no hesitation.
"Yes, I am."
"Great, what's your number?"
He texted me later that day and we agreed to meet at 8 in my dorm room. My roommate never stayed the night in her dorm room, she always snuck out and stayed with her boyfriend.
I thought of his broad shoulders again and the way he looked at me when he turned around to talk to me. My mind couldn't help but think about his large hands on my body. My hand went down underneath my dress and played with my clit softly over my panties. Thoughts of him on top of me made me run faster and harder. I found myself holding back soft moans and my fingers finding their way into my skin. I grabbed one of my tits while the other continues to run fast at my clit. A moan managed to escape my mouth and at the same time there was a knock on my door.
I threw myself off my bed and fixed myself before going to the front door and opening it.
"Hey, made it just in time for the study session!"
"I didn't even notice it was eight already." I said nervously. I still felt flushed.
"Can I come in?"