It was the end of my junior year at the university. The weather was unusually warm and humid for late April. The oppressively sticky heat in the air only added to the tension of the students cramming for exams. I was fortunate that most of my finals were over, leaving me time to focus on the last one. It was for my Calculus class and, being an English major with terrible math skills, I was sweating bullets over this test.

I had barricaded myself in my dorm for nearly twenty-four hours before venturing to the cafeteria for a quick sandwich. After eating my meal, I was headed back to my room when I saw one of my classmates. Her name was Molly. She was one of those annoying over achieving front row types who always knew the answers. Her personality really grated my nerves. I did my best to stay out of her line of vision for fear she might try to strike up a conversation, but unfortunately, she spotted me.

“Hey there . . .Beth, right? How’s it going?” She asked.

“Yeah, Beth and you are Molly?”

“Right, you’re in my . . .”

I could tell she was having trouble remembering the class we shared.

“Calculus with Dr. Jones. You ready for that exam?”

“Not really. I haven’t had a chance to study yet. I was heading to the library to get started reviewing. I wish I could find someone from class to study with. Have you done much preparation for it yet?”

I was surprised that the perfect scholar wasn’t ready for the exam yet, but I have to admit it gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. Then I had a realization. If I could get her to study with me and provide some last minute tutoring, I might have a shot at passing the test. Reluctantly, I put my dislike of her aside and decided to offer to work with her.

“Well, I was on my way back to my dorm to study, we could work together if you like. My roommate has moved back home for the summer so it would be quiet there . . .” I said.

“That would be great.”

We made our way back to my room and spread our books out on the floor before starting to review the material. Time passed quicker than we had realized and before we knew it the evening had slipped away from us.

“Oh shit look at the time. It’s eleven o’clock. I better get going,” she said.

Molly started to pick up her books and stuff them into her backpack.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to walk across campus to your room this late? Why don’t you just stay here tonight? We can watch a movie and take our minds off the stress of this exam.”

“You know you’re probably right. I was kinda nervous about walking alone at night.”

Molly smiled and thanked me. I wasn’t sure when it had occurred, but sometime during the course of the evening I had started to actually like Molly. When she wasn’t trying to impress a professor, Molly was pretty cool. She even made me laugh. She didn’t seem to be as annoying anymore. I was beginning to not mind her company and, dare I say it, was starting to be attracted to her.

We sat up watching the film and gorging ourselves on snacks. The two of us were too tired to see the movie to its conclusion and we decided to call it a night. I switched off the television and headed back to my bed where Molly was still sitting. We decided to share the mattress since my roommate’s bed was stripped of its linens and I had no extra sheets.

It was a challenge to fit the both of us on the small bed, but we managed. Molly rolled over on her side and attempted to drift off to slumber, while I lay awake thinking about my feelings for this person next to me. As I watched the light from the streetlamp illuminate the soft curve of her cheek, I found myself wanting to touch her face and kiss her rosy lips.

Before I could make a move, Molly turned to face me. Our eyes locked. In that instant, there was a silent understanding between us, an admission of a mutual attraction. Her hand reached for mine and I leaned in to savor the taste of her mouth. Her tongue darted between my lips, entwining with mine.

Molly moved in closer to me, our breasts pressed firmly against each other. Her nipples had begun to harden through the fabric of her fitted t-shirt and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wrapped my hands around her breasts, feeling their fullness as I ran my palms over them through the cotton. She moaned and sat up, instinctively raising her arms and allowing me to remove her top.

Her breasts were a feast for my eyes. I tugged on them with my mouth as my teeth gently clamped and released the tips. Molly’s excitement was making her movements frenzied as we hurriedly removed the rest of our clothes and lay back on the bed.

I brought her body down on top of mine, letting her straddle my thigh with her wet pussy. Her juices were warm and sticky. My arm encircled her waist and guided her hips in up and down movements on my leg, grinding her clit into the firmness of my flesh. A deep moan escaped her mouth and she began to heave her hips in rhythm with my pushing.

Her lips enveloped my breast while my other hand found its way to her opening. My finger slid inside of her with no effort and I began to thrust in and out. She was fluid inside like warm honey, only sweeter. I increased the speed and force of my movements as she began to arch her back, her hardened clit digging into my thigh. When she was at the edge of coming, I quickly removed my hand from inside of her. A gasp emitted from her at the shock of lost pleasure. I began to tease her by toying with the outer rims of her velvety lips. My finger slowly went in a little and pulled out, and again, each time penetrating her less and less until she could stand it no more.

“Fuck me,” she said releasing my nipple.

Her words were more of a pleading whimper than a command.

“What is it you want?” I asked mischievously.

I plunged a finger into her cunt only to pull it back out and trace the opening with my nails.

“Fuck me now. Oh God do it now.”

Molly ground her clit firmly into my thigh while her sticky essence slid down the sides of my leg.

I slid my finger back inside of her and pumped it harshly before inserting two more. They moved firmly against her walls as they explored her, spreading further apart the deeper they went. Her body writhed frantically on top of mine until she could hold back no longer and she came. Sheets of her nectar flowed down my wrist onto the sheets below.

I dragged my fingers along the length of her body, her essence leaving a shining trail on her skin as they found their way to her breasts. I slowly outlined her small pink nipples with her wetness and placed my lips to the skin.

We rolled over allowing me to be on top. I grabbed her wrists and pressed them into the mattress above her head while I buried my face in her neck. My tongue licked her skin in long slow strokes. Her breasts heaved in an open invitation for me to devour them. I took them into my mouth and savored their sweet taste as I pulled us into an upright position, my legs wrapped around her.

Molly began to suckle my breast as if in search of sustenance. She pushed me over on my back, spreading my legs, before releasing my nipple to enable her to move her mouth over my clit. Her tongue explored my moistness in slow strokes while her fingers separated the folds. It plunged deep into me lapping at my dampness. I buried her face into my patch of fur letting her savor my juices as I writhed in ecstasy. My back arched at the pleasurable sensations her body was inflicting on mine. She slowly, deliberately slid a finger inside and then another, never removing her mouth from my cunt. Her movements were sending wave after wave of erotic sensations crashing over my body. Her warm flesh pressed into mine as I wrapped my legs around her waist. My nails raked across her shoulders before digging into the tender flesh of her breasts. She groaned in my ear as I came. My nectar flowed over her hand.

We cradled in each other’s arms and when the morning came I was no longer worried about the Calculus exam. Somehow that test just didn’t seem as important anymore.