Page 58 of When You Left Me Speechless

She chews on her thumbnail. “You promised you were good with just sex. You said you were okay with casual, so let’s keep it casual.”

“This can be whatever you want it to be. You want it to be just sex, then I’ll take you right here and then leave. You want it to be sex and studying, then I will help you study, and then when you want a break, I’ll go down on you until you scream. You tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend. I’m just offering to help myfriendstudy, and then I am promising to reward her with all thebenefitsof said friendship.”

She stares at me, blinking.

“Well, which one will it be?” I ask.

“The second one. Definitely the second one.”

I cross the room and pull her into a kiss. “Alright, chatterbox, let’s studyvoice,and then I’ll make you lose yours.” Her breath hitches for a split second and I kiss her again.

I walk over to her desk and pick up a textbook that hasVoice Disorderswritten across the front. I make myself comfortable on her bed and tap the comforter beside me, inviting her to sit. “Come on, I have an idea to get you out of this funk.”

“An idea?”

“Strip studying.” A grin breaks out across her face, and her body seems to relax instantly. She lets out a little laugh. “What? You were the one that told me studying could be fun,” I smirk.

“Okay, but we need the flashcards I made.”

“Wait, is that what I think it is on the cover?” I ask.

She points to where my eyes are staring, “Those are the vocal folds. What do you think they are?” I can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t you think they kind of look like a different type of folds?” My eyes dart down to the spot between her thighs. She grabs the book from my hands and hits my leg.

“Oh my god, get your mind out of the gutter. Stop being such a guy.”

“Around you my mind is always in the gutter.”

She rolls her eyes and moves toward her desk. She shuffles a few piles of papers before locating the cards she was searching for. She walks over and sits down on the bed next to me. “Okay, what are the rules for your game?”

“I ask you a question. If you get it wrong, then you have to take off an article of clothing, and I take off an article of clothing for every two you get right.” I flip through the stack of index cards and silently read some of the questions. “Deal? You better get them right too, or I will have you naked after missing, what, five questions?”

“Three questions,” she corrects me.Fuck.

“You aren’t going to make this easy on me, are you, chatterbox?” She shakes her head, and my cock hardens. She looks so fucking sexy sitting there in my hoodie and those shorts that show off the bottom of her ass.

I start flipping through the cards and asking the questions. The first five, she gets correct right off the bat causing me to take off both shoes. She answers the sixth question and I lose a sock. Not only is this girl sexy, but she is fucking smart. Every question I throw at her, she gets correct without hesitation. It’s insane. Most of the answers are things I have never heard of, and I can’t help but feel turned on by how sexy she looks when she gets a question right. I dig through the stack of cards, trying to find a hard question to stump her. To my surprise, she gets the next question wrong and then quickly tries to correct herself.

“Off with it.” I point to her hoodie.

“No way, I got it right. That’s not fair. I just misspoke the first time.”

“Rules are rules. You get one wrong, and you gotta take something off.” She reaches down, grabs the bottom of the hoodie, and slowly pulls it over her head, revealing she is wearing only a sports bra underneath.

“Fuck. How am I supposed to help you study when you look like that?”

“Come on, ask me another one.”

I do some quick mental math and realize she said three questions: the hoodie, her bra, and fuck, she must not be wearing any underwear under those shorts.

I do my best to stump her again, but the next four questions cause me to lose my other sock and my shirt. “Four more questions, and I’m naked,” I warn.

The corners of her mouth tip upward into a sexy grin, “Oh, I’m aware.”

I ask another question, and she gets it wrong. “That’s incorrect,” I smile. She tries to argue, but I don’t let her. “You got it wrong. Take off your bra.” She rolls her eyes and pulls it up over her head. Her perfect tits bounce into view.

She gets the next two questions right, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

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