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I’ve met Alexandra to study a few times, but recently, our study dates have started to feel more like actual dates. I discover myself thinking about her a lot during the day, my thoughts frequently wandering off to the image of her long, blonde hair and curvy body. What I’d do to her if she’d let me. I cannot help naughty thoughts from emerging with how she sometimes teases me while studying. Leaning in closer to brush her arm against mine, a wink sprinkled in between suggestive comments. Even though the signs are there, I’m cautious because she might just be the naturally flirty type. My phone buzzes and I open the text from Alexandra.

*Are you free today?*

I reply immediately.

*For you? all the time. 6 pm at your place?*

She simply responds with a thumbs-up emoji.

Later that day, Alexandra opens the door for me and hugs me, her sweet, warm scent filling my nose.

“Did you get here alright?” she asked while he followed her into the living room. She’d already placed two cups and a can of peppermint tea on the dining table.

“Better than the last time,” I reply. “The trains were running smoothly today.” I get distracted from pulling my laptop out of my backpack by the way she bends over to get something out of the fridge. I could’ve sworn that she wore those tight yoga pants on purpose. She brings over two cans of coke light and plops down on the chair next to me.

“Should we revise lectures five and six?” I ask.

“Sure,” she agrees but makes no move to open her laptop. I raise my eyebrows questioningly.

“What do you say we make this a bit more fun?” she asks and bites her lip. My heart immediately starts beating faster and I clear my throat.

“Like how?”

She smiles, a devious twinkle in her eyes.

“Strip exam.”

“Strip exam?”

“We each ask each other questions and whenever someone gets the answer wrong, one piece of clothing needs to go.”

I blink a few times, unsure whether I’m dreaming.

“Alright,” I hear myself say, even though my brain seems to be shutting down completely and all the blood from my body is rushing between my legs.

“Perfect. You even get to ask the first one because I’m feeling nice today.” Alexandra leans back and I’m wrecking my brain, trying to come up with the hardest feasible questions about the diachronic language perspective.

“What was the exact year the first work on diachronic language perspective was published?”

Alexandra laughs and leans her head back.

“That wasn’t even in the lecture.”

“I’m sure it’s somewhere in the slides.”

“Fine,” she says and pulls off the sock of her left foot. “My turn.”

“Who carried the diachronic language perspective over to sociology and psychology?”

“Oh man,” I laugh. “That’s a mean one.” I could never remember those French names.

I take off my left shoe.

“Damn, I didn’t realize you’re still wearing your shoes,” she says. “You have an advantage now.”

“Should’ve specified that beforehand,” I tease and lean back. I’m starting to relax a little bit, enjoying the excitement that’s building inside of me.

She knows the answer to my next question. I have to take off the other shoe.

“What was Saussure regarded as an opponent of?”

“Historical linguistics. Easy,” she answers confidently. “Are you even trying to see me naked?” She lets out a gentle laugh again and I blush. I lose one of my socks and with that, the head begin.

We both fail each other’s next question.

“Now it’s getting interesting,” she says with a smirk. I cannot tell whether she’s wearing a t-shirt underneath her pullover and my heart is racing at the possibility that the next piece of clothing might reveal her tits to me. We both know that my next question is almost impossible to answer correctly but Alexandra doesn’t complain. Instead, she slowly lifts her pullover over her head and lets it drop to the floor. Her full breasts are clad in black lace and her stiff nipples are peaking through the revealing pattern of the fabric. My cock is hardening at the sight and I have a difficult time looking anywhere else.

“Name all linguists in favor of the diachronic language perspective.”

I take off my hoodie and she sighs when she sees my t-shirt.

“Guess, I should’ve considered that,” she says.

“I guess so,” I drawl and spread my legs. My erection is now visibly pressing against my pants and in a sudden rush of boldness, I want her to see. Her gaze immediately flutters down and now she is the one blushing.

“When was the first computer invented?”

“This has nothing to do with linguistics,” Alexandra protests with feigned indignation.

“Does it matter?” I ask provocatively. Without saying a word, she stands up and turns around so that her back is facing me. While looking over her shoulder seductively, she slowly wiggles down her jeans, revealing her butt inch by inch. Finally, her perfectly firm ass cheeks are exposed and directly in front of me and it takes all my willpower not to clasp my hands around her waist and pull her onto my lap. When she turns around I realize that the tiny Brazilian she’s wearing matches her bra.

“You’ve planned this,” I say, stating the obvious. My gaze is roaming over the sight of her, taking in the sight of her long, muscular legs and perfect tits.

“You don’t say,” she replies and sits down again, crossing one leg over the other. “When was Tom Hanks born?”

“This is getting ridiculous. Maybe we should just forget about the questions,” I suggest.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

I take off my t-shirt, knowing full well that all the hours spent in the gym are showing.

“Okay, fuck the questions,” she says, eyes wide, and grabs my arm to pull me onto my feet.

TO BE CONTINUED …

NSFW: yes

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