Fun With Shapes

Chase was sweating over geometry problems when Dee poked her head in. “You look like you’re gonna throw that book through the wall.” He muttered something about surface area and spheres making zero sense, so she offered to help. Rookie move—his eyes immediately dropped to her cleavage and stayed there. Dee caught him staring and a wicked little smirk slid across her face. “Okay, fine. If books aren’t working, let’s try hands-on.” She tugged her shirt lower, freeing heavy tits that practically bounced into view. “Surface area of a sphere, yeah? Think of these as two perfect examples.” Chase’s mouth went dry. She grabbed a ruler off his desk like it was the most natural thing in the world, laid it across the swell of one breast, and started spouting numbers. Every time she shifted, soft flesh jiggled. “Wanna measure yourself?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow. Chase’s hand shook but he reached out, sliding the ruler under her tit, across her nipple. It stiffened instantly. His dick was doing the same in his shorts. Dee’s voice got huskier as she measured, pressed, repositioned. His fingers brushed warm skin again and again until the numbers stopped mattering. Clothes started disappearing. Dee’s hand dove into his lap, freed his cock and wrapped around it with zero hesitation, jerking him in long, slow strokes while his tongue dragged over a stiff nipple. She guided his fingers lower, down between her thighs, moaning when he found her pussy slick and hot. Both of them forgot every equation the second Chase’s mouth sealed over her breast and her fist pumped faster around his shaft. Study break achieved—geometry can wait.