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Not quite the kind of study buddy we were thinking of...

It’s the last class before the final. A stunningly hot girl you haven’t seen since the first day of class asks if you want to study together. You say sure and take her email, promising to write her.

You wait a few days. She gets your message. You agree to meet the night before the exam at Second Cup. You get there early. You find a table in the back. When your study partner arrives, she is wearing cotton tights and a hoodie. Her hair has an unintended messy look. She might call it her “just got out of bed” look, though to you it is the “just got some” look.

You can tell from the moment she sits down she is stressed. She mutters something about needing a B-plus to keep her scholarship. Two hours later and three coffees each and you have barely made a dent in the course material.

“I would really appreciate it if you would come back to my place to help me study,” she says.

You agree.

Back in her dorm room, she pulls off her hoodie. She is wearing a stretchy T that leaves nothing to the imagination. You notice immediately she isn’t wearing a bra. You say to yourself “Who needs a bra when you have a calculus exam in 12 hours?”

You study for another hour on her dorm bed, until the stress gets to her. She throws her books to the floor.

“I need a glass of wine, want one?” she asks.

You accept.

She has two by the time you are done your first glass. You help her work through some harder problems for another hour or so. She grabs at a knot in her neck. She tries to sit another way, hoping to relieve the pressure. When she leans forward you can see the back of a g-string. She can’t seem to release the stress in her neck and, in frustration, asks if you can rub it.

You pause in disbelief before gently resting your hands on her neck.

“No, harder,” she insists.

You do your best to work the knot out of her neck while she keeps reviewing her notes. You encourage her.

“A little lower,” she says.

“The shirt’s in the way,” you say.

Like a surprise quiz, she pulls off her shirt. She keeps looking at her notes. She really isn’t wearing a bra, so you give yourself a mental checkmark. You do your best to act nonchalant about her bare breasts.

And then it happens. She gives up.

“I can’t study anymore.”

She hops off her dorm bed. She takes a swig of wine right from the bottle. When she looks over, she can’t help but notice your cock is as straight as an elementary wooden ruler and trying to push out of your jeans. She gives you a devilish smile. You turn bright red in embarrassment.

“Oh, what the heck,” she says as she pulls down her sweat pants and then slides out of her g-string.

When she lies down and spreads her legs you take the parabolic hint and plant your face in her sweet spot while trying to undress with your free hand. After a dutiful effort she tells you to look in the drawer. Once you are dressed for the test you enjoy the unexpected results of a perfect square intersecting with a perfect ten.

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Unfortunately you don’t last beyond the law of averages, though she seems to have relaxed a bit. You on the other hand have exponentially enjoyed yourself and after dealing with the remainder, you both fall asleep on her dorm bed. You both take up about 1/2 the bed, though there is no common denominator.

When the alarm goes off in the morning you both rush to the university, grabbing a coffee along the way. You can’t help but smile over the fact that on this day her “just woke up” look is actually equally a “just had sex” look.

You are so calm after your bountiful study sessions that you ace your exam. You are able to fully focus on the equations and you don’t even notice, until finished, all the Pie ? that surrounds you. You can’t help but try to calculate the odds that the other hotties who have the messy look have had exam sex just hours earlier, with some other geek.

You see your study partner on the way out. She doesn’t look like a person who did well. Trying to console her you, ask her how was it. She answers “not that good.” You can’t help but wonder if there is a double meaning in her response. You take solace in knowing you will have a chance to redeem yourself when she needs a study partner for her make-up exam. Until then you know not to call.

While studying for your next exam it dawns on you what the sign in your high school math teacher’s office actually meant. “Study Math or Marry Rich”—who knew it wasn’t about knowing how to balance your checkbook?