Page 53 of The Wallflower and the Running Back

Rachel picks up the pillow above her head and throws it in my face. I roll with it but grab her to take her with me, lining her body up on top of mine. My cock is hard from all the dirty thoughts I’ve had over the last two hours we’ve been studying.

“I thought you said you were tired?”

I push my hips up, pressing my cock against the center of her legs. She bites her lip, which gives me hope. Her gaze sparkles, her focus shifting from my right eye to my left, so I lift my chin and nip at her bottom lip.

“What’s going on in there?” I tap on her temple.

“Well, how about this.” She shifts, pushing herself up so she’s straddling me. My hands drop to her hips and hold her down as I push up again. We’re both wearing cotton shorts, which is basically nothing with how hard I am.

“I’m going to ask you some questions and when you get one right, I’ll give you a prize.” She rolls her hips, grinding into me, and I let my eyes flutter shut.

“Fuuuuuck. Are they going to be hard questions?”

She drops her palms on either side of my head and touches her lips to mine.

“Yes, Logan,” she whispers against me. “They are going to be . . . very . . . hard.”

I flip her to her back, pinning her under me and pressing my forehead against hers. I shift lower, grab the center of her T-shirt with my teeth, and attempt to tug it up. She pulls it from my grip though and palms the top of my head.

“Uh uh uh. No cheating.” She squirms out from under me as I grumble, like a whiney baby. I want her pussy so bad. And I hate chemistry so much.

“Fine. But give me a few seconds to focus. I need my blood back up to my brain,” I joke, though I’m not entirely kidding.

Rachel flips through the new notebooks she started for me.

“Ah, okay. Here,” she begins, stopping on one of the pages she flagged with a purple tab.

“Shoot,” I say, fighting the urge to adjust myself under my shorts. There is no calming my dick down. I better get these questions right.

Rachel flips to a blank page and writes down a compound for me.

“Give me the empirical formula,” she says.

My eyes narrow on her writing, and I search my mind for every single step we’ve practiced. I overthink these, and I know that’s part of my problem.

“Okay, give me that pen,” I say, holding my palm out as I shift to prop myself on my side.

If the substance contains 1.11 g of Se and 1. 6 grams of F, what is the formula? It takes me the entire expanse of the paper and two false starts, but after looking up the weights for fluorine and selenium and run them through the process, I come up with SeF6. I push the paper toward her and hold my breath.

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry, Logan. But . . .”

I’m about to dive back into the mattress and scream when Rachel slips her T-shirt off and tosses it to the floor. I lunge for her, but she holds me back with a stiff arm, her grin crooked. Fucking she-devil.

“I’m sorry but you’re going to have to do this next one while I sit here like this.”

My gaze drops to her tits, her nipples barely covered by the lace bra. I want to bury my face between them.

“Give me the next one now,” I growl.

She giggles, but flips another page and writes me another formula. I snag it and click my pen anxiously, my eyes scanning it. I finish this one faster and push the notepad back to Rachel. I adjust myself, leaving my hand in my shorts and wrapped around my cock. If we don’t fuck soon I’m going to have to take care of things myself.

“Very good, Logan,” Rachel praises, unclasping her bra with one hand and letting her tits spring free. I roll to my back, staring at her, as I stroke myself and bite my fist.

“You better have that next one ready,” I say.

Rachel giggles again, and it’s fucking torture to hear. “Grrrr, you’re so cruel, all flirty and naked and shit,” I mutter, taking the notepad before she’s finished writing. I fill in the rest, working my way through the problem while she laughs at me and slips off my bed.

“Done,” I announce, pushing it toward her. I shift so I’m sitting on the side of my bed, stroking myself while she stands topless in the middle of my room and reviews my work. She’s careful not to give anything away until finally dropping the notepad on the floor and meeting my gaze with her hazed eyes.

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