Jasmine was nestled deep in her studies when a knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She glanced at the clock, it was already 8pm and she had been cooped up in her dorm room for hours. She saved her work and made her way to the door, expecting it to be one of her girlfriends coming to drag her out for a much-needed study break.
But when she opened the door, she was met with the sight of a shy-looking white guy, his hands stuffed in his pockets and a look of uncertainty on his face.
"Can I help you?" Jasmine asked, arching an eyebrow. She couldn't help but playfully insult him, "Are you lost or are you selling something?"
The guy stammered, caught off guard by Jasmine's bluntness. "N-no, I'm Ethan. I'm here to study with you."
Jasmine raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Study with me?" she repeated. "I don't remember scheduling any study sessions."
Ethan shifted nervously, "I-I asked Professor Thompson if anyone needed a study partner and he gave me your name."
Jasmine studied him for a moment, taking in his flustered expression and the way he kept glancing at her chest. She couldn't help but smirk, deciding to have a little fun. She leaned forward, giving him a better view of her cleavage.
"Well, I guess I can't turn down a studious white boy," she teased, stepping aside to let him in.
Ethan's face turned bright red as he made his way into the room, his eyes darting between Jasmine's face and her chest. Jasmine sat back down at her desk and resumed her studies, while Ethan awkwardly tried to make small talk.
"So, what are you studying?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jasmine glanced up at him, noticing the way he kept sneaking glances at her chest. She decided to tease him a little more.
"Economics," she replied, leaning forward even more. "Have you ever taken a class on it?"
Ethan shook his head, his gaze fixed on Jasmine's chest.
"Well, maybe I can give you a little lesson," Jasmine said, standing up and walking over to where Ethan was sitting.
She stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest. Ethan's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Jasmine's bare breasts.
"I-I've never seen a pair of tits before," he stammered, his face turning even redder.
Jasmine chuckled, "Well, there's a first time for everything. You can touch them if you want."
Ethan hesitated for a moment, but then he reached out and tentatively touched Jasmine's breasts. Jasmine moaned, encouraging him to be more confident.
Ethan started to get the hang of it, his hands exploring Jasmine's body as she guided him, telling him what felt good and what didn't. He became more confident, kissing Jasmine and running his hands over her body.
Jasmine was impressed, "You're a quick learner," she praised, as she started to get turned on.
She pushed Ethan back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, grinding against him as she moaned. Ethan couldn't take it anymore and started to thrust up into Jasmine. They both reached their climax together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Jasmine smiled, "I think we make a great study team."
Ethan grinned, "I couldn't agree more."
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