Studying physics together

“Eric.”

“Eric!”, the teacher said again, snapping me out of my daydream of living far, far away in Scandinavia..

“Eric, are you listening?”, she continued.
“Fuck…”, I thought to myself. “Y-yes, mrs Sampson… You were talking about the, uh, electrons and the, uh…” – I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Look, Eric, I’m very glad that you know all this,and I understand that you’re bored, but please, listen to me. I asked you if you could come over to Marissa’s place and help her out. There’s a big exam next week.”

Now, don’t get me wrong, mrs Sampson was a good woman, but man, was she annoying sometimes. Constantly assigning tasks, projects, told me to help people out.. Complete bullshit. I wanted to play a bit of Skyrim, and then collapse on my bed and do nothing. It was a shitty, cloudy day.

“Yes, mrs Sampson…” I said, breathing out. I looked over at Marissa sitting a few seats right of me, awkwardly smiling at me. It was the “This was not my idea, sorry” kind of a smile.

Marissa was a nice girl. I talked to her a couple of times. She sent me homework, I brought her the backpack that she once forgot in the store. Nothing special.

“Alright, kids, class is over. Dismissed.” I let out a long sigh, and lazily walked out of the classroom only to be greeted by my optimistic friends at the cafeteria.

“Oooohhh, here comes the pimp!”
“Hey, Eric, can you teach me how to teach physics? I could definitely use it!”
“Don’t break her bed, you fucker!”, they cheered.

“Fuck off, guys.”, I said through laughter, taking off my backpack and sitting down. Finally, I can rest.

My eye escaped a bit while I was munching an apple, and saw Marissa with her friends, sitting in a small circle, giggling like a bunch of six year olds.

But boy.. was she hot. She had long blonde hair, always ironed and shiny, well-maintained. Her breasts weren’t huge; they were better than that. She had medium-sized breasts, and always wore tight shirts with no cleavage that only put emphasis on her round shape. I imagined them being soft, yet hard. I started imagining grasping them firmly and–

“Stop eyeraping her, Eric.” My friends chuckled.

I sighed, “I guess you’re right.” She was out of my league.

And so the school was over, finally. Walking to the bicycle rack.. Just a few more seconds and I’m out of this shithole..

“Hey Eric!” Fuck. I turned around.

It was Marissa.

“Uh, hi.. I’ll um.. when do you want me to cum; come; come?” I kept repeating the word, thinking that I said it wrong each time.

“Uh… Just give me 30 minutes, alright?”

“Sure.” Thanks god. I didn’t want to go there, not yet. I raced the time to get home as soon as possible, hitting the pedals, feeling my muscles sting with every move. I ran inside,slid out of my clothes and went straight to the shower.

I knew nothing was going to happen, but I always had that “Just in case..” mentality. I know, pathetic.

I dressed and started cycling to her place. Shit, cloudy weather. “Perfect”, I thought. “Less sun, less sweat.”

“Just in case…”

She lived in a nice house next to the railroad. It wasn’t expensive or anything, I just really liked it. It had a cute small garden in the front yard.

“Oh, hi, sweetie! You must be here to study with Marissa!”, her grandmother said from the doorstep. I think she lived only with her grandmother. Hence the nice garden.

“Yes, hi!” I said

I walked past the old lady and found Marissa standing at the doorway to her room.

She wore grey sweatpants and a white, tight T-shirt. She had no socks on and her hair was wet.

“Hey” I said, smiling awkwardly. “I… suppose we’ll just get right to studying?”

“What else would we get to?” She said jokingly. I didn’t answer. Fuck. I hope she didn’t realize what was on my mind when I asked that stupid question.

She lead me inside her room, and left me with her books to find everything I need, so she can go dry her hair. I realized that both her ass and pussy were eating her sweatpants. I tried hard not to stare at her cameltoe. When she got back, we started going through definitions of waves, wavelength, frequencies.. She wasn’t stupid, she just missed a few classes. She occasionally cracked a joke about the book design, stupid stock photos used in the book, and things like that. Noticing that she got pretty laid-back relaxed me. I started making jokes as well. Her grandma came through the door. “Hey, Marissa, I’m going to Mandy for some coffee. Have fun!”. I suppose Mandy was her neighbour. I didn’t care enough to think much about it. “This is going to get awkward”, I thought.

“I think you got it all. I think I’ll be going, too.” I said, packing my stuff.

“It was nice” she said as we both stood up, “Thanks.”

“Oh… No problem.”, I replied. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only 5-6 seconds.

“Alright, bye.”, I said, storming out.

I started placing my phone, keys, wallet and other stuff in my bike bag. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t sad. I just don’t know what I expected.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Rain drops started falling out of the sky, hitting the ground. Fuck. I stared at the sky for a while, uncertain what to do.

“Raining, huh?” I turned around and saw Marissa standing at the doorstep.

“Seems like it”, I chuckled. “I guess I’ll call dad to pick me up.” I said while pulling my phone out of the bag.

“You can stay for a movie, if you’d like. I-it shouldn’t rain for long.” She said.

I bet I subconsciously grinned like never before. “Sure, I’d love to!”

I parked my bike in the garage and followed her back to her room.

She turned on her laptop and hooked it up to her TV. “Please ignore the porn”, she said as she battled the pop-ups on some shady website she used for movies.

“I don’t mind the porn”. The words just slid out of my mouth. ”Oh, no, I mean, I..” I tried to finish the sentence, but she burst out laughing.

“Sorry to shatter your dreams, but we won’t watch porn.”

Wow, did she just say that?

“What about this?” She said, hovering over a movie title in the “recommended” section. “Kill me softly (2002)” There was no thumbnail, just the title and the actors.

“What’s that, a horror movie?” I said curiously.

“I don’t know, haven’t watched it before.” She said and clicked the link.

“You know what, I’ll hook us up with some pizza while it buffers.”, She said, “There should still be some in the oven.”

She returned with two plates and handed one to me. The pizza was great.

She rubbed her feet. “I’m cold, I’m not wearing any socks”, she said, took a blanket & covered her bottom.

We didn’t watch much of the movie before we realized that it is, by no means a horror movie. It was horrifyingly awkward, though. We were quickly faced with the sight of Heather Graham getting fucked. To escape the situation, she took my empty plate and said that she’s going to take it to the kitchen. As she tried to stand up, she stepped on the blanket, lost balance, end ended up falling on my lap. Fuck.

She slowly stood up, looking at my lap like she just killed a man.

I felt my thigh was warm, and started shift my sight towards it, knowing what it was before I even looked.

My thigh was wet.

I looked and noticed that the area around her pussy is nearly dripping. I stared at her in the eyes, and she looked at me, not knowing what to do.

She was horrified. Embarrassed.

She was horny.

I leaned in towards her face, placed my right arm behind her neck, and my left hand just above her ass, slowly sliding it down as I softly kissed her on the lips.

We broke out of the kiss.

She exhaled the words “Fuck me” and started kissing me. I gently layed her on the bed, still keeping one hand under her, and pulling her shirt off with the other one. She helped me take it off. She had a great pair, just how I imagined it; medium sized boobs, shaped in two nearly perfect hemispheres.

I started to caress her nipples; I sucked them, moved my tongue around them, bit them with my lips, while she moved her hands under my shirt, grasping my back as she held back moans. Sweet, soft moans of joy.

I paused as she pulled my shirt off. I pulled my sweatpants down, right above my knees, and kneeled above her.

She massaged my hard, throbbing dick through my underwear; following its length with her fingertip, going up and down.

I leaned in for another kiss, but this time passionate. Her lips were warm, soft and wet. I pressed my lips against hers and slid my tongue inside her. Our tongues wrestled.

I softly bit the tip of her tongue and she let out a soothing moan. I couldn’t take her moans anymore. I broke out of the kiss, and let her pull down my boxers. My uncut dick springed out, with precum already collecting at the top. She wrapped her hands around my hips and pulled herself up, took my dick in her warm hands and looked up at me.

I nodded.

She leaned down and kissed the tip of my penis.

I groaned.

She wrapped her lips around my shaft, and started moving up and down it. I stopped her to pull my foreskin down and she continued. Her wet tongue constantly whirling around my dick as she bobbed her head back and forth while I massaged her scalp.

I felt it coming, so I stopped her. I laid her head back on the pillow again and kissed her on the lips again. And on her chin. And then under her jaw. I kept kissing her as I was coming lower, and lower. I was right under her belly button now.

It was time to return the favor.

I slowly slid my finger through her cameltoe, and then pulled her sweatpants off. I threw them on the ground, and looked at her.

“Do it.”, she said.

I placed my lips right on her pussy. I gave it a soft kiss, and then circled around it with my tongue. She tasted like soap. I teased her, but I teased myself as well.

She grabbed my head. I looked up to see her eyes begging.

I got off the bed, and placed her hips on the edge. I paused;

“Have you got a c–”

“I’m on a pill.”, she interrupted.

“This might hurt you, so I’ll try to go slow for y-”

“Just do it, I don’t care. I want your cock inside me. I need you.”, She interrupted again.
I spread her lips, and slowly slid my dick inside her.

I groaned as I discocered how tight she was.

I stayed in there for 2 seconds, and then pulled my dick out. Her juices were drooling from it. I thrusted in again.

I went deeper every time.

I started thrusting faster. I could hear her breathe in the rhythm of my thrusts.

I could hear a train passing by her house.

Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her. Her eyes rolled back, her muscles started spasming. I could feel her pussy clench around my dick. I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I shot my warm cum inside her dripping wet pussy, and collapsed on top of her.

The train was gone, and so were we.

“Do you need help cleaning that?” I said as I rolled off.

I kneeled in front of the bed, pulled her closer to the edge, and sucked her pussy juices and my cum out of her.

She quietly released her last moans. I laid next to her, covering us both with the blanket.

We were both breathing slowly, yet deeply.

“Well”, she said, “that’s surely an orthodox method of teaching about friction”.

We both burst out laughing while gasping for air.

“Please don’t feel awkward next time we meet at school. I know I won’t.” she continued once the laugh settled.

“Do you mean, like..” I tried to ask, but was interrupted;

“Like boyfriend & girlfriend”, she said with a giggle, placing her hand on my chest, looking up at me.

Wow.

“Well, then we better take all of your grandma’s coffee to mrs. Mandy so she goes there more often.”, I said in laughter, and kissed her on the forehead.

“Let’s go get a shower.”

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