More university [f]un – Late-night ho[m]ework session

Hello everybody! Here with a follow-up to my [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5xy0wt/university_fun_he_thought_the_room_was_empty_but/). I really only wrote it for fun and didn’t expect so much of a response, so thanks for all of the comments and messages. Just a quick note, since some people pointed it out – I grew up in a few different Anglophone countries (including the US and England), so I have a weird mix of American/British English and slang. Tried to make it more consistent, but sorry if you catch some oddball words here or there. Hope you enjoy this segment – it’s a bit longer, so skip the exposition if you’d like ;)

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After that encounter, something between us changed. I was certain that Mark didn’t know I had been awake that day, nor had he told Becky. I definitely felt a few twinges of guilt – even though I myself didn’t think of it as more than just a helping hand (so to speak), she was still my friend. But so was Mark, and I knew that she wasn’t always the best girlfriend. I don’t want to paint her as some conceited bitch with few to no redeeming qualities, but she had (and still has) some traits which I didn’t like. She would flirt and dance shamelessly with other guys when Mark was around, and even more when he wasn’t; she especially liked to withhold sex as punishment when they were fighting. But I brushed those thoughts aside, reasoning that those were issues between them. I wanted to try and keep my distance from Mark, as both of their friends.

But I noticed that he had started to come around our place more often when she was in class. Before then, we had been friends who would sometimes take the piss out of each other, mostly when drinking. When he and Becky had first started dating, the only thing I knew was that he was good-looking; it turned out that we actually shared a wry sense of humour, and were definitely more academically inclined than Becky. But nothing untoward ever happened between him and me other than some harmless joshing and minor flirting, the kind that is inevitable between two attractive people who are around each other often. I had really never thought of our encounter actually progressing any further – he was “off-limits”, so to speak. I could sense a shift now though. I felt him looking at me when we were out with friends. When he was in the room, our non-contact radius somehow became smaller. Neither of us wanted to directly acknowledge what had happened or the existing tension; yet retrospectively, that almost ensured that something else would happen.

One night at the end of term, Becky and I had both finally finished sitting all of our exams and were ready to let loose. As we got ready, we discussed the plan for the evening.

“I have to stop by the store, so I’m just going to go to Evelyn’s straightaway.” she said, as she zipped up a pair of black boots over her jeans.

I wanted to end the evening there with them, but I had to go see another group of friends first. “I’ll find you there later,” I decided. “A few drinks will warm me up for the walk over in between.”

“Fine, but you had best come quick. Mark has been bothering me lately, and I might just get in trouble if you’re not there,” she sighed. “Plus I want to find a boy for you there, so wear something… that will help with that.”

I rolled my eyes exasperatedly, protesting that she knew I had enough guys on my tail as it was. But I pulled on a black minidress with long sleeves, a little thing that clung to my frame and ended just a few fingertips down my thighs. The dress was skintight, so I slipped on a tiny lace thong that rested neatly between my asscheeks. “Yeah, that… works,” she looked at me appreciatively in the full-length mirror as I stepped into a pair of white heels. We left the building and parted ways.

As those nights go though, I stayed with my other friends much longer than expected. “Hurry up!!!” Becky kept texting me. I finally left around half ten and called her as I walked out.

“Where the fuck are you?? Why aren’t you heeeeere?” she slurred when she picked up the phone.

“I’m on my way,” I answered. “But it’s absolutely freezing out, you’ll have to wait. I didn’t think it would be this cold and I have to pick up a coat.”

“Fine, make sure you pull Mark out with you too. He wanted to finish some stupid maths assignment, bring him by. Ta.”

I made it back, shivering a little from the cold. The door to our bedroom was ajar, and I saw Mark sitting at Becky’s desk in front of his laptop. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt – I liked that it showed off his arms, but he definitely wasn’t ready to go out.

“Hey!” I made my way to the closet, looking for a jacket. “Are you done yet? Becky told me I have to bring your butt to the party.” I turned around to face him, but not before I caught him checking out my backside from the side of his eyes in the mirror by our desks.

“What? Oh! I mean, no. Not yet,” he turned his attention back to the computer. “I have to finish this by midnight and I’m not even close. It’s one of those stupid online things where you have to submit the answer, and Wolfram doesn’t even help.”

“Didn’t you sit your exam already?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I asked the instructor for an extension on this final problem set, and I still didn’t have time to finish before tonight.” He looked distracted, and more than a little resigned.

I walked over and threw my jacket onto my desk while trying to pull off my heels. “You know I took it already, why didn’t you ask me to help? Even though I’ve had a few drinks, I guarantee that I can ace it.”

“I doubt that,” he grinned as I tripped slightly over my feet. “But you can definitely try, I’m getting nowhere and going mad while doing it.”

“Fine, let’s raise the stakes then,” I shot back, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses from my shelf. “For every question each of us gets right first, the other has to drink.”

“You sure? There are still five questions left, I don’t want you to pass out from that much liquor,” he smirked.

“I had the second highest marks in my class, so bring it on.” I retorted, pulling up a chair to his desk and staring at him. “Plus I have to make sure you’re warmed up for the party because you can’t arrive there sober this late.”

“Game on, girl,” he held my gaze just a fraction longer than I expected. My stomach jumped a bit, but I brushed it aside, holding my BAC level accountable for playing with my senses.

We sat side-by-side, working furiously on the problem he had already been scratching out when I walked in. Minutes later, he crowed triumphantly. “Start pouring,” he gloated, typing in the long response. His satisfaction was cut short as he was met with a massive red X on the screen, marking the answer incorrect.

I raised an eyebrow. “Too optimistic? I think that glass is for you. Wrong answers have to drink too.”

“But I’m sure that it’s right!” he pleaded, downing the glass. I snatched the notebook from his lap, checking each step. “Ha! Here!” He leaned in close, placing a hand lightly on my knee. “Misplaced parentheses, and your second shot because I found the answer,” I laughed and poured another, placing into his hands.

“Only if you drink one too,” he challenged. “I had it right, all you did was fix a typing mistake.”

“Fine,” I retorted. “But in protest, because you had more time to work on it than I did.” We took our shots in unison. It wasn’t until I slammed down the glass and he grabbed his notebook back that I realised his hand had been on my leg the entire time.

We soldiered on through the next few problems. It didn’t all go so smoothly – both of us entered far too many wrong answers (him more than me), and the bottle started decreasing at an alarming rate. As we each got progressively drunker, I found it harder to concentrate as I started to notice his overpowering scent. A mix of cologne and musk that made me shift in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs again as I pulled down my skirt. We both found excuses to touch eachother, pressing in closer to look at our answers as he brushed against my breasts. I noticed Mark’s discomfort as he adjusted his sweatpants a few times, but I tried to focus on other things.

At one point, my phone buzzed with a text from Becky: “Where are u guys?? hurry!!!”. “Who is it?” he asked.

“Becky. Telling her I’m helping you finish the homework,” I laughed slyly. “She basically wants me to drag you out by your hair.”

“I’ll drag you out by your hair,” he said in a low voice, chilling and exciting me simultaneously. We locked eyes again as I put the phone down, making me shiver slightly. I could feel the thin fabric of my panties dampen, even more so when I glanced down at Mark’s lap and could make out the outline of his stiffening cock. “Let’s just.. finish this last problem,” I stammered, appealing desperately to the last (very) small bit of me who wanted to keep things above board.

But this one proved to be a challenge. A nasty little problem that neither of us were able to work out. Whether it was because of the drink or the actual difficulty of the problem, I’ll never know. At the last minute, I remembered something in the textbook that would help. “Move!” I told Mark, pushing his chair back while reaching for a book on the shelf behind the laptop. As I stood paging through the chapters, he widened his stance and dragged the chair closer back to the desk, leaving me standing in between his legs.

“Sit down,” he growled, tugging at my skirt. I looked back at him startled, then slowly lowered myself and nestled in his lap. He slid his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my bare upper thighs. Sitting this close to him, I could finally feel the hardness and length hidden by his pants underneath my ass. “See, here it is,” I could only manage a whisper as I pointed out the example. He looked over my shoulder as I felt his breath next to my cheek.

“Well, type it in.” His hands moved slowly over my inner thighs, creeping up my skirt until one found the flimsy lace covering my bare pussy. I leaned over the computer, hitting the keys one at a time as he rubbed me back and forth over the panties. Suddenly and without warning, I felt a finger nudge the fabric aside and push into my hole. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t move for a second. “Finish it,” came the instruction in my ear. I willed myself to type the last few characters while simultaneously pressing myself around his finger. I hit enter – a green checkmark appeared. Just in time, with minutes to spare before the midnight deadline.

“One last shot for me then,” he uttered in a brusque tone, pulling his finger out of me abruptly and standing up to move from the desk. I swallowed deeply for a second, then poured and capped the bottle. I stood to reshelve the textbook, trying to calm my body. “Time to head over to-,” I was cut off as I felt him stand up suddenly right behind me. He pushed up against me, and I could feel his hard-on pressing at the top of my ass. He started running one hand over my breasts, the other rubbing my clit over my dress as he pulled me even closer. I moaned, leaning back into him as my pussy ached to be filled. He buried his face in my hair, muttering roughly. “Did you really think we were going to just go? I’ve been hard for you since you walked in the damn door.”

He reached down and grabbed my left leg, lifting it up to rest my knee on the desk. I stayed standing on one leg, causing my skirt to ride up and expose the bottom of my ass cheeks. I groped behind me, pushing my hand down his stomach into his pants and grasping to feel his cock. He hadn’t been lying – it needed no coaxing, and I ran my hand smoothly down the length of the shaft.

I heard a groan as he pulled away from my hand violently and ripped up my dress to uncover the rest of my ass, bare but for the tiny thong. He delivered a hard slap against one cheek, rocking me as I stood there barefoot. I felt his hand rest there cupping me, then grasping it as he muttered gutturally. From behind, he pulled my panties aside, and I suddenly felt his tip at the entrance to my pussy. He used his hand at the base as control, teasing apart my lips inch by inch and moving forward then withdrawing. “Do you want it?” he whispered in my ear.

“I do, I want it.” I gasped, breath ragged. It was pure agony, and I could feel every bit of my body crying out for penetration and relief.

“Are you sure? Tell me you really do,” his free left hand had moved to my throat, clenching with a light pressure. His mouth was against my shoulder, kissing and biting upwards. I felt the stubble on his chin graze my neck, and I pushed harder towards him so it scratched roughly on my skin. I leaned my head back against his and closed my eyes. “I want it. I wa-” I whispered to the air in front of me, the plea cut short as I drew an intake of air.

“I ***need*** it!” I cried out, abandoning all hesitancy or shame.

No sooner had the third syllable escaped my lips than I felt his entire cock push through me. I couldn’t stifle the cry that emerged. It seared through my body as I clenched around him. He stayed still for a moment, then pulled back and went in again so slowly that I could feel his head and girth peeling apart my wet folds. He went even deeper than the first as I pushed back, grinding my ass backwards. He gripped my hips tightly for a second, then suddenly started thrusting quicker and quicker.

He moved one hand back to my tits, making swirling motions and pinching my nipples through the dress. Even with a sheer bra on, I couldn’t help feeling jolts of pleasure move downwards. His movements became faster, more aggressive, and I arched my back away from him to raise my ass. I could feel the entire length of his cock pump into my pussy, prompting involuntary yelps from me at the end of each stroke. I reached over my shoulder to grasp for his head, running my hand greedily through his hair. The desk shook as he plunged in and out of me, and I was pushed onto my toes. He grabbed handfuls of my breast hungrily.

Suddenly, I felt him stop and move both of his hands to the small of my back. They rested there for just a moment, massaging through the tight black fabric. One started making its way up, tracing the grooves of my back and shoulderblades. He paused, brushing the area where the dress cut down to bare skin. I was motionless, still aroused from the preceding action, but immobilised with anticipation. In a flash, he grasped my hair with his hand, winding all of the long black strands around his palm in one motion as I cried out in surprise. As if in concert, he jerked my head back and thrust his hips forward, resuming an almost frenzied pace. The violent pulling on my head and the wild movements of his cock drove a long groan out of my chest. He pushed me harder against the desk, which rose just high enough to rub against my clit. I felt his breath hot on my neck, electrified by his rhythmic grunts.

“Please… don’t stop,” I pleaded as I approached the top of the hill. With every thrust, I could feel the aggressive rubbing against my spot, bringing me closer and closer. I moved my own hips, complementing his movements and pushing myself further back down his length. I dropped my head back as the climax hit me instantly, moving throughout my entire body and bursting out into a scream. My toes curled on the carpeted floor, and I could feel my pussy pulse sharply around the cock still inside of me. After only a few seconds, he suddenly pulled out and wrenched the hem of my dress towards my neck. He uttered a long, drawn-out moan as the hot cum spewed out over my back. The liquid rolled down the curve of my spine in droplets, making the diminishing waves of my orgasm even more pleasurable.

We both stood there panting while his hand remained wrapped around my hair. I suddenly felt the cool air on my lower half, one knee still resting on the desk. I hooked my chin over my shoulder and looked back at him with flushed cheeks. He stared at me with a peculiar expression on his face, then moved forward. He suddenly pressed his face into the side of my neck and breathed in deeply. I felt him shudder a few times as I closed my eyes and rested my hand in the thick of his hair. Then just as quickly, we broke apart. I lowered both feet back on the floor, and pulled at my dress.

“Sorry it ended up all over you,” he apologised gruffly, gesturing at my back and wiping it with some tissues. “But none of it got on your clothes.”

I was still coming down from my state of arousal, and almost would have preferred letting some of his cum dry on my body. But I didn’t say it out loud, and let him clean up. We finally left to meet our friends and didn’t speak much to each other throughout the rest of the night.

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