College Classmate Came to my Room to do Homework

Title: “Homework Help: An Evening of Naughty Learning”

As the sun began to set on an autumn evening, I found myself lounging in my college dorm room, surrounded by textbooks and scribbled notes. The incessant chatter and laughter from the hallway faded away as I tried to focus on the dense pages of my economics textbook, but my mind seemed to have other ideas. That’s when there was a soft knock at my door.

“Come in,” I called out, barely glancing up from the dizzying equations.

The door creaked open, revealing the petite frame of Malaysian girl, Aisyah. She was a fellow economics major and a friend from my class. With her raven hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and her thick-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she looked every bit the studious college student.

“Aisyah, hi! What brings you here?” I asked, genuinely surprised by the visit.

She stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind her. Her eyes darted around the room before settling on me. “I was hoping we could study together. You know, combine our knowledge and all that,” she said, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

I couldn’t help but notice how her tight jeans hugged her curvy hips and her tank top stretched across her ample breasts. “Sure, that sounds great,” I replied, trying to keep my composure.

We settled on my bed, our legs brushing against each other as we flipped through our books. As we delved into the complexities of supply and demand, I found myself more distracted by Aisyah’s intoxicating scent and the way her lips moved as she spoke.

“You seem a bit… distracted,” Aisyah noted, a playful smirk on her lips as she closed her book.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Sorry, I guess I’m just not feeling the economics love today,” I admitted with a chuckle.

Aisyah leaned in closer, her hand resting on my thigh. “Maybe we should take a break… and focus on something else for a while,” she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion.

My heart raced in my chest as I realized the direction this was heading. “I thought you wanted to study,” I teased, mirroring her smirk.

“Oh, I do,” Aisyah whispered, her hand sliding further up my thigh. “But I was thinking we could put that textbook to an… alternative use.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Aisyah moaned softly into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair. We behaved like hormonal teenagers, all hands and groping as we stumbled towards the bed.

With a swift motion, Aisyah straddled my hips, grinding against me as she ripped open my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, but neither of us cared. I reached up, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top.

Aisyah let out a breathy moan, arching her back to press her chest further into my palms. Driven by lust, I tugged at her top, exposing her lacy bra and perfect skin. Taking advantage of the newfound access, I slipped my hands beneath the cups, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.

Gradually, our clothes made a trail to the floor – a roadmap to our barely-contained passion. Bare skin against bare skin, we writhed together on the bed, lost in a sea of pleasure. Aisyah’s fingers found their way to my hardening cock, stroking it with expert precision.

“P-please,” I gasped out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Aisyah grinned wickedly, condom in hand. With deft movements, she rolled it onto my throbbing shaft before lowering herself onto me. We both cried out as I entered her, the sensation overwhelming.

We moved in sync, Aisyah riding me with wild abandon as I thrust up into her. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin mingled with our moans, creating an erotic symphony. I gripped her hips, fingernails digging into soft flesh, the pain only heightening our pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Aisyah panted, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I could only respond with a grunt, my mind blanking from the sheer intensity of it all. With a final cry, we both reached our peak, Aisyah collapsing onto my chest as I emptied myself inside her.

Afterwards, we lay tangled in the bedsheets, our bodies still glistening with sweat. Aisyah traced idle patterns on my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair.

“You know,” Aisyah mused, a wicked glint in her eye, “you never did finish explaining that supply and demand thing.”

I laughed, pulling her closer. “Oh, I think we did something a little more… educational instead.”

We spent the rest of the night tangled together, whispering sweet nothings and educational naughtiness. It was as if we had our very own hidden curriculum designed just for us.

From that day forward, every evening study session turned into an impromptu anatomy lesson. We learned the intimate details of each other’s bodies, discovering pleasurable spots and secret fantasies.

In class, we would steal glances at each other, remembering the passionate nights spent tangled together. During lectures, our legs would brush under the desk, reigniting the flicker of lust between us.

Our homework sessions became legendary among our friends – for the sheer amount of time we managed to spend together without actually getting any work done. But we didn’t care. We had our own curriculum, one that came with a lot more benefits than any textbook could offer.

As we moved forward in our college careers, Aisyah and I remained close, always finding an excuse to “study” together. And every time we did, we added a new page to our naughty handbook, one that was filled with sexual creativity and unadulterated pleasure.

It just goes to show that sometimes, the most academic pursuits can be found between the sheets, rather than between the pages of a textbook. And as long as Aisyah and I were together, we knew we would always have plenty of material to explore.