If they were going to beat State, the football team needed Kyle Brown. And since Kyle had to pass his next organic chemistry exam, that meant they needed Leslie Peters. She had been tutoring the star receiver for the last few weeks to...well, reasonable results. She found Kyle to be a sweet, hardworking guy who was, frankly, in way over his head with this course. Both third year students, the chemistry department paired Kyle up with one of their star students once his grades started slipping, and he and Leslie struck up a slightly unusual friendship. She was shy and studious, slowly using her time in college to shed her conservative upbringing and express herself more, he was gregarious, the type to remember the name of everyone he ever met and at least one detail about them, and very much not the type of guy Leslie was used to getting the attentions of.
And as their study sessions progressed, she found herself
really
enjoying that attention. Leslie had been gradually coming out of her shell, dating a few guys on campus, having a couple purely physical flings and even one night stands, but what was developing here was a schoolgirl crush like she hadn't felt in a long time. Kyle was nearly a foot taller than her, all wiry muscles, with an intricate sleeve tattoo and shaggy brown hair. Leslie was a casual athlete herself, and was much prettier than she ever gave herself credit for. She always dressed demurely, and her outfit for tonight's meeting was no different. She picked out a knee length skirt and a simple button down flannel shirt. With a last approving look in the mirror, she left for the library.
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"Kyle is screwed for this one," Leslie thought to herself as his streak of wrong answers continued. She was going to have to mix things up somehow and start getting some results, quickly.
"Dang," Kyle sighed heavily and leaned back into the study room chair. "I just don't get it, I normally love the pressure, but I just can't stop thinking about missing the game this weekend. I don't know what to do here."
"It is strange," Leslie agreed. "This time last week you knew most of this, maybe you need some kind of reward for getting them right instead of just the threat of missing the big game? Something like the roar of the crowd when you score," she mused.
"You're right, it's all stick and no carrot for me tonight," Kyle laughed.
The idea cracked through her like lightning. Every student on campus had heard rumors of hookups up in the library stacks. Her roommate Jess had even told her that one of the frats tried to make sure their pledges were among them. It was past 11 now, and their wing of the library was quiet. She was going to make her move.
"If you get this next one right, I'll give you my bra," she smirked.
Even the unflappable star athlete across from her was knocked off guard for a second, but he recovered as quickly as he would on the playing field. Leslie thought she'd been very flirty with him over the past few sessions, at least by her standards. They shared a lot of laughs, which was unusual for a subject like organic chemistry, and a fair amount of subtle arm touches. Feeling the cords of his muscles under her tiny hand was always a thrill.
"Might even be better than catching the winning TD," he shot back.
"Great, then tell me the formula and bond type for benzene," Leslie prompted. There was a much longer silence than she would have liked.
Kyle sat back in his chair, folded his arms over his chest, and sighed heavily. Leslie's heart sank, until after another beat he smirked.
"C6 H6, pi bonds," he said confidently.
The strangest mix of relief and anxiety filled Leslie. The silence between her question and his answer felt interminable, and she was incredibly relieved he was in to this little game. At the same time, this all felt crazy. She'd never done anything like this before, and with a small chuckle to herself she thought about how proud her wilder new friend Jess would be to hear about this later. Leslie put that thought behind her and reached behind her back to unclip her bra.
It was a little tricky, since her blouse was fairly snug, but she managed to get the straps down out of her sleeves and off her arms and, with a little flourish, pulled the black satin number out the bottom of her shirt and plopped it on the table between her and Kyle. She leaned forward a little now, slightly pushing her breasts together with arms, relishing the feeling of being free of her bra as Kyle fixed a smoldering gaze on her nipples pressing through her top.
Leslie had small, pert breasts and would really have preferred to be braless more. But she also had long, thick nipples that were very sensitive to touch, cold, a strong breeze...pretty much anything. She loved their sensitivity, but the stare they were drawing from Kyle now was typically unwelcome, so she begrudgingly kept everything under wraps most days.
Here in this quiet corner of the library, Leslie was buzzing. She felt so delightfully exposed, despite being fully dressed, and feeling wanted by the big football star was intoxicating. His expression was unlike anything Leslie had seen before. It was lust, yes, but something else too.
It was focus. He was focused on her, focused on winning this little study game she devised. She hadn't really thought past this phase of it, but she was committed now and was having the thrill of her life. Idly toying with the top button of her shirt, she asked Kyle the next question off the study guide.
"What type of bond joins amino acids together?" she asked.
Kyle licked his lips, then took his eyes off Leslie for this first time since her offer to look up at the ceiling, racking his brain for the answer. After a beat, he snapped his gaze back to her and answered confidently.
"Peptide." There was not a trace of doubt in his voice.
Leslie smiled and wordlessly undid her highest button.
Practically speaking, undoing that button changed nothing. At most Kyle had a better view of slender collarbone, but undoing that one button changed the situation entirely. Leslie had started this, and now she was the one on the spot. They had passed the mere tease of her being braless in front of Kyle, and now she was the one on the spot. Should he keep answering correctly, this was clearly headed towards her flashing him in the library, if not something more. Could she follow through on her own challenge? She pressed on with the next question.
Another correct answer.
Another button undone.
