"-so the Ancient Sumerians needed some way to accurately calculate things like seasons, land management, harvests, and the value of those agricultural goods. The people at the time developed a sexagesimal system, or base-sixty, as a means to do that right?"
"Uh-huh."
"A base-sixty system is fairly easy to calculate by hand and is divisible by twelve individual numbers, 8 more than the decimal or base-ten system. When it was adopted by the ancient Babylonians it was further refined, with both cultures creating a m-measurement of time that we still use t-today: Sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour."
"Mm-hmm."
Dexter Garcia adjusted his glasses nervously as he found himself cornered more and more by the blonde cheerleader he currently shared space in a study nook with, deep in the depths of Rapid Rivers University's largest library on campus, the Ancient History section having long since been abandoned by the other students this late into the day.
Staff as well, although Dexter worked for the library as part of his scholarship and the head librarian Mrs. Hutchinson trusted him enough to let him stay late. She knew he'd be respectful of the books, clean up after himself, and more than likely she'd find him first thing in the morning nose-deep in any one of the hundreds of eclectic and eccentric books in the university's collection. She also knew that he definitely wouldn't use the solitude to get up to no good.
The same could not be said of Renee Schultz, whose well-manicured and long nailed hand made its way onto his thigh again after he had shimmied his way further into a corner and found himself finally trapped.
"Right! That's not the only thing we still use today from th-the Babylonians, with several other discoveries in ma-math-Renee?! You said you needed tutoring!"
Dexter probably could have pushed her away if he was willing to be rude about it. His tall and lanky frame might not have a lot of muscle on it but he was bigger than Renee whose hand was now working up his thigh as she leaned closer. He was the youngest brother of five though, and with four older sisters and a single mother the idea of getting physical in that manner with a girl was anathema to how he was raised.
"Sure I do need tutoring... doesn't mean we can't have a fun break in-between though right?"
"It's only been 5 minutes!"
Renee's plush mouth smiled naughtily as she raised one professionally maintained eyebrow. She leaned in closer, expensive floral perfume sending a part of Dexter's body jumping in response as her hand moved closer to its prize.
"Longest I've ever studied.
Definitely
in need of a break."
His complaint was smothered as she kissed him, lipgloss sticky against his mouth as her tongue slipped inside, tasting him as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands even as hers found his crotch. Renee let out a soft moan as she dexterously undid his jeans, pulling out his cock in a swift motion and causing him to jerk in surprise as she began to stroke him to full length.
He still didn't know how it had come to this. Dexter was from a poor family in the Barrows and in university solely due to his grades and academic scholarship. He was lucky enough to not have second hand clothes like his sisters but most of his pants and shirts didn't fit perfectly after his growth spurt in high school. It had been one of many sources of bullying he had endured, if not that then it was the way he spoke, his nerdy hobbies, and his light skin thanks to an Argentinian father that resulted in a lack of confidence and a lack of popularity that made college a welcome escape.
Renee meanwhile had parents who ran one of the most powerful law firms for the financial sector in the country, the diamond watch on the wrist currently working up and down his cock worth more than his childhood home. They were also alumni of RRU, and their generous donation helped their hard partying daughter remain in school despite her grades not being up to snuff.
She wasn't exactly dumb but in her mind college was for partying and attention seeking, something her tight and fit body in the Rapid Rivers Raiders cheer uniform often got. It helped that for her eighteenth birthday Renee had asked for the most expensive surgeon in the city to give her a new pair of tits, and when they weren't straining her cheer top they were being shown off in the tiniest bits of cloth that could only generously be called 'shirts'.
The two of them were from completely different places and ideologies, and if it wasn't for B-day she probably never would have known who he was, much less find out about the one thing Dexter did have that she wanted.
Like the other girls on campus that day, Renee had found herself a bouncing, bubbly bimbo with barely a thought between her ears. She had been long gone by noon, not needing some crazy supervillain experiment to be addicted to her PicUp account and fairly impressive following. It had been a complete coincidence that Dexter had found her and another bimbofied woman with their legs wrapped around each other's heads in a bush eating each other out. He had been gentlemanly about the two bimbos suddenly discovering a cock in their presence, not wanting to take advantage of them when they weren't in their right minds and unaware of who Renee was as he tried to find help.
She'd wandered off after him, the scent of a man tugging her along which was why she hadn't been found by one of the Dolls. Dexter had managed to hide her and keep her both quiet and hands where he could see them as they watched one of the latex-clad women enslave and transform another bimbo into a carbon copy of herself before they turned on a man trying to stop it.
His scholarship had afforded him a small apartment near the campus, and rather than risk getting caught or Renee falling prey to the subliminal programming already bouncing around in her mind, ha managed to safely wrangle her back to his place. Dexter did his best to stop her from getting into his pants after they got there, not wanting to take advantage of someone who clearly wasn't in control of herself despite the bimbo's whines to be fucked.
Renee had recovered like everyone else in the morning, discovering herself in a small rickety bed with an exhausted Dexter and his fun morning surprise that was erect and ready for a wicked mouth to enjoy.
"God Dex, you're so fucking big."
It had always been a sore point after it had stopped him from losing his virginity proper to Matilda Hathaway at a Mathlete competition their senior year. His friends had laughed when he complained but it had stung at the moment, being told to stop because he was too big. Not that it had stopped an appreciative Renee as her hand smoothly stroked him up and down, easily a foot long as he hardened to full mast and thick enough that her hand could only just wrap around it.
