I sit slumped over my desk, staring at the complex equations scrawled across the page in front of me. My blonde hair falls in loose waves around my face, some strands sticking to the film of sweat on my forehead. The economics textbook lies open beside my notes, filled with formulas and concepts that might as well be written in an alien language.

I've always been good at the theoretical aspects of economics—understanding markets, analyzing trends—but when it comes to the math behind it all, I'm lost. I tap my pencil nervously against the desk as I struggle to make sense of the differential calculus problems I need for tomorrows exam. The clock on my wall reads 7:27 PM. Tomorrow morning, I'll be sitting in that lecture hall, expected to solve problems like these flawlessly.

"Fuck," I mutter, tossing my pencil aside and rubbing my eyes. My phone buzzes with a text from Rachel about meeting up for drinks next week. I silence it without responding. The last thing I could need right now is a distraction.

That's when his name pops into my head—Josh, the math minor who lives off campus in some fancy apartment. We've exchanged maybe ten words in total over the past year, only ever meeting through mutual friends. I remember hearing someone mention that he tutors math, on top of working part-time at some tech startup downtown. I grab my phone and scroll through my chats, finding his name in a group chat from last semester

I take a deep breath before typing out my message:

I stare at the message for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the send button. What if he thinks this is weird? Or worse, what if he says no?

Screw it. I really need the help.

I press send before I have a chance to change my mind.

Ten agonizing minutes pass before my phone lights up again:

A wave of relief washes over me, this is exactly what I needed, but now the thought of being alone with Josh at his place suddenly feels... a little weird.

"Whatever," I tell myself, shaking off that feeling as I stand and grab my bag. "He's just helping you with math."

Twenty minutes later, I'm standing outside Josh's apartment building, clutching a stack of textbooks to my chest. The building is upscale, with security cameras and a doorman who barely glances up from his phone as I pass by.

Josh answers on the first knock, looking even taller than I remember in fitted jeans and a plain white T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders. His dark hair is slightly messy, like he's been running his hands through it while studying.

"Hey," he says with a friendly smile, stepping aside to let me enter. "Come on in."

His apartment smells like clean laundry and something faintly spicy—maybe cologne? The living room is spacious, with large windows overlooking the city skyline. A small desk sits tucked away in one corner, covered in stacks of books and papers.

"Make yourself comfortable," Josh says, gesturing to the couch while he clears space on his coffee table. "So what exactly are you struggling with?"

I dump my bag onto the floor and take a seat, pulling out my textbook. "Honestly? All of it." I laugh nervously. "But mostly this section on optimization techniques."

Josh sits across from me, leaning forward to examine the page. His brow furrows slightly as he looks at the equations. Up close like this, I notice how his dark eyelashes frame bright blue eyes that are entirely focused on understanding my problem.

"Okay," he says after a moment, "let's break it down step by step." He grabs a blank sheet of paper from his desk and starts writing examples, explaining each concept in clear, concise language. His hands move confidently as he works through the problems, occasionally glancing up to make sure I am following along.

Time slips away unnoticed as we work—8 PM becomes 9:30 becomes nearly 11 PM. Josh pauses only once to grab water bottles from the kitchen, insisting I stay put while he gets them. The entire time, he stays patient and focused, never making me feel stupid for not understanding.

By 11:25 PM, I've filled three pages with notes in my own handwriting, each concept finally clicking into place under his guidance. The equations that had seemed like gibberish hours ago now actually make sense.

"Thank you so much," I say genuinely as I gather my things. "I actually think I get it now." A yawn escapes me despite my best efforts to stifle it. "Sorry, I'm just—"

"Go home and sleep," Josh interrupts with a kind smile. "You've got an exam to ace tomorrow."

I stand, shouldering my bag, feeling both relief and a bit of guilt at the same time. He's been so helpful and generous with his time... maybe I should find some way to return the favor in the future.

"Thank you again," I say sincerely as he walks me to the door. "And goodnight."

The next morning's exam passes in a blur, my pencil flying across the page. When I walk out of that lecture hall two hours later, I feel lighter than I have all semester.

It takes three weeks for our grades to post online. When they finally do, I nearly drop my phone. 87%. My highest math grade ever.

I immediately open my chats and shoot him a message:

The reply comes a lot quicker this time:

I smile, pausing for a moment before standing and walking over to my closet. This time when I go to Josh, things might be different. I start mentally planning what outfit will show just enough without being too obvious.

When Wednesday arrives, a flutter of nervousness buzzes through me as I choose dark jeans clinging to my curves and a fitted top with a modest neckline and delicate straps designed to casually slip off my shoulders later. Then, filled with excitement instead of nerves, I head towards Josh's apartment.

"I'm ready for whatever comes next," I whisper to myself before pressing the buzzer on his front door, smoothing my dark jeans over my hips one last time before adjusting the thin strap of my top. The door swings open almost immediately—Josh stands there with that same friendly smile, but something different flickers in his eyes as he takes me in.

"Hi," he says with a smile, moving aside to let me come in. "Make yourself at home."

The apartment smells the same as last time, clean laundry and spice, but tonight the atmosphere feels charged somehow. I follow him to the living room, dropping my bag onto the floor beside the couch where we'd spent hours working through math problems last time.

"So, what are you struggling with this time?" Josh asks, gesturing for me to sit while he grabs some papers from his desk drawer.

We settle into an easy rhythm of me trying to understand and him explaining everything, just like before—but this time I am hyperaware of how my top shifts when I lean forward to examine his examples. I catch him glancing at the exposed skin of my shoulder once, then again a few minutes later when I stretch my arms. Every time he quickly looks away, but I notice a slight flush rising on his cheeks.

Hours pass as we work through my problems, Josh patiently guiding me through each concept again until I finally understand it. By 11:30 PM, we've covered everything on my list—plus some extra stuff he insists will be useful for future exams. My brain buzzes with satisfaction at how well I grasp these new ideas now.

"Thanks again," I say as we finish the last problem set. "You're an amazing teacher." I pause, letting a beat of silence stretch between us before continuing, voice lower than normal: "I think you deserve some kind of... payment for your time."

Josh's pen stops moving across the paper. He looks up at me with surprise and something else—curiosity?

"What did you have in mind?" he asks cautiously, setting his pencil aside.

I take my time standing up from the couch, letting my hips sway slightly as I cross the space between us. "Well," I murmur, placing one hand flat against his chest, feeling the warmth of him through the fabric of his shirt, "for starters... this."

My lips find his in a soft kiss that deepens quickly as his hands come up to grasp my waist. His mouth tastes a bit minty—like he'd just brushed his teeth before answering the door earlier. One hand slides down to grip my ass while the other tangles up into my hair, pulling me closer until we are pressed flush together.

"Fuck," he groans against my lips as I grind subtly against him. "You're full of surprises."

I break away from the kiss with a breathy laugh, stepping back just enough to grab the hem of my top and pull it over my head in one smooth motion. My nipples peak immediately in the cool air of his apartment, hardening under Josh's intense gaze.

"You have no idea," I say, reaching for the button on my jeans and sliding them down my hips. "But you're about to find out."

My jeans pool at my ankles before I kick them aside, leaving me in nothing but a thin pair of black lace panties. The heat between us is more noticeable now, thick enough to touch.

Josh swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he drinks in the sight of me standing nearly naked in front of him. "Sophia," he starts, voice rougher than I've ever heard it before, "if you're not sure about this—"

"I'm very sure." I reach out and palm his erection through his jeans, feeling how hard he is already. He sucks in a sharp breath at my touch. "Now take your clothes off."

Josh doesn't hesitate this time, peeling off his shirt to reveal broad shoulders and abs that flex as he moves. His hands fumble slightly with the button on his pants before pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock finally springs free, thick and hard, curving upward toward his stomach.

"Beautiful," I breathe, wrapping my fingers around him and giving a slow stroke from base to tip. "Now lie back on that couch."

Josh moves without protest, stretching out across the cushions, watching me with hooded eyes. I straddle his hips, settling my weight over him while still only wearing my thin panties.

"First," I say, leaning down to brush my lips against the shell of his ear, "I want you to touch me."

His hands come up immediately, one sliding between my legs as the other cups my breast. His fingers tease at the lace fabric covering my pussy, tracing patterns that make me shiver before finally slipping beneath the edge to stroke along my folds.

"Fuck," Josh groans again as his fingers discover the moisture. "You're so wet already."

I rock my hips against his hand, pushing down slightly until he's circling my clit with firm pressure. The pleasure builds fast—too fast—and I force myself to pull back before it's too late.

"Not yet," I pant, reaching between us to push my panties aside and line him up beneath me. "I want this inside me when I come."

"Wait—" he says, placing a hand on my hip to pause me for just a second. "Condom?"

The question hangs in the air as Josh looks at me with concern.

"I'm on the pill," I answer honestly, trying to keep my breath steady despite how much I want him right now. "And clean."

Josh nods slightly before speaking again. "I'm also clean," he says simply. "Haven't had sex without protection in a long time."

Then, with one smooth motion, I finally sink down onto his cock, taking him deep until he's buried completely within me. We both groan at the sensation—him stretching me wide open, filling every inch of space.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Josh breathes, his hands gripping my hips as I start to move. Up and down, up and down, rolling my body over him in slow waves that draw out each second.

He matches my rhythm perfectly, thrusting upward to meet me with each descent until we find a perfect harmony of movement. Sweat prickles along my spine as the pace builds, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.

The couch creaks beneath us as we move together, our bodies slick with sweat now. His fingers trace patterns across my skin—up my sides, along my ribs, cupping my breasts before sliding down again to grip my ass.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching me ride him with an intensity that makes heat coil low in my belly. "Look at you taking every inch of my cock."

I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I try to change the angle slightly, grinding down against him until my clit rubs perfectly along his pubic bone. The added stimulation makes my thighs tremble.

"That's it," Josh encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Use me however you like."

His hands slide up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me into another kiss. I moan against his mouth when he hits that perfect spot deep inside me again and again until the pressure builds to nearly unbearable levels.

"Fuck," I gasp as our lips part. "I'm close."

"Come on my cock, Sophia," Josh demands, one hand moving between us to rub tight circles over my clit. "I want to feel you come around me."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. My pace halts for just a second before I drive myself down harder, chasing my release.

"So good," I whimper as it starts—small flutters at first, then tightening, building until my entire body goes rigid with pleasure. "Oh god, oh fuck—!"

My orgasm crashes over me in waves of intense sensation, muscles clamping down around Josh's cock as he groans beneath me, thrusting deeper and deeper throughout my release. I can feel him twitching inside me, fighting his own climax.

I collapse forward onto Josh's chest, still shuddering from my release. His arms wrap around me immediately, holding me close as his own breathing evens out beneath me.

"Fuck," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "That was incredible."

Before I can respond, he's already shifting us—rolling us over until suddenly he's on top, pinning me against the couch cushions with the weight of his body. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.

"I'm not done with you yet," he says with a wicked grin, pulling out almost all the way before slowly pushing back in with one deep stroke.

The change of position makes him feel even bigger inside me this time—stretching me wider as he settles into a rhythm of powerful thrusts. His hands slide under my ass, lifting my hips to meet each push forward until our bodies are moving in perfect sync.

"God, you're so tight," Josh groans, his voice rougher now with need. "I can feel you squeezing around me."

My nails dig into his shoulders as he pounds into me harder—faster than before. Each stroke hits deep inside me, building that familiar tension again despite how recently I came.

"You like this?" Josh asks breathlessly, watching my face intently. "You like it when I fuck you hard?"

"Yes," I manage to gasp out between thrusts. "Oh god yes—"

He cuts off my response with a kiss—a messy one where our teeth clash and tongues slide together. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with lust.

"Touch yourself for me," Josh demands, slowing his pace just enough that I can reach between us. "I want to watch you come again."

My fingers find my clit immediately, rubbing quick circles as he resumes his deep thrusts. The combination is almost too much—the stretch of him filling me, the friction against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," Josh pants above me, his rhythm becoming unsteady as he chases his own release. "You're close again aren't you? I can feel your pussy tightening around me."

I nod frantically, unable to form actual words when the pleasure builds impossibly high. Each of his strokes pushes me closer—closer—and then suddenly we both freeze at the edge of it, trembling and gasping together.

"Now," Josh growls, slamming into me one final time as he goes rigid above me.

I follow him over the edge immediately—my back arching off the couch cushions as a second orgasm tears through me with even more intensity than the first. I feel him pulsing inside me, thick ropes of cum painting my inner walls as we both shudder through wave after wave of release.

We lie tangled together on Josh's couch, sweat cooling against our skin as we struggle to catch our breath.

"I think I need a minute," Josh murmurs eventually, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder before slowly pulling out and shifting us both into sitting positions. "Bedroom?"

I nod wordlessly, still trying to gather my thoughts after two intense orgasms in such quick succession. My thighs tremble as we stand on shaky legs, hands clasped together with him leading me down the short hallway.

His bedroom is dark except for a bit of moonlight spilling through the curtains. The bed itself is massive—king-sized with crisp white sheets that smell like fresh linen. I sink onto it gratefully, my body heavy and relaxed.

Josh disappears for a moment before returning with two water bottles. "Here," he says softly, offering me one as he settles beside me on the bed. We drink in silence for a moment, the cool liquid soothing parched throats.

When we finish, Josh sets his bottle aside and rolls onto his side to face me fully. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my arm as he studies me with a gentle expression.

"That was amazing," he says quietly. "You're incredible."

I smile back at him, feeling the same contentment wash over me. "Same to you. I've never come that hard before."

Josh leans in for another kiss—this one slower than the previous ones. As it deepens, his hand slides down my side to rest on my hip.

"We should sleep," he murmurs against my lips. "But first..."

His words dissolve into a soft groan as I wrap my leg around him, pulling his body flush against mine once more.

"Take me from behind this time," I whisper urgently, already rolling onto my hands and knees before he has a chance to respond.

Josh doesn't hesitate—he kneels behind me, one hand gripping my hair to pull my head back while the other one slides between my legs. His fingers find my clit immediately, circling it with a touch that's both too much and not enough after our previous rounds.

"Fuck," I gasp as he slowly pushes inside me again—my pussy still swollen from earlier, clinging to his thickness now. "You're so deep like this."

Josh doesn't start moving right away. Instead, he just holds himself buried within my pussy, fingers working against that sensitive bundle of nerves until I'm writhing beneath him.

"Please," I beg, pushing back against him with my hips. "Fuck me hard again."

He finally obliges, withdrawing only to slam back into me with one powerful stroke. I cry out at the sudden invasion—my voice echoing off the bedroom walls as Josh starts a relentless pace behind me.

The angle is different this time—even deeper somehow—and his fingers on my clit combined with each thrust push me towards the edge far faster than I expect after those first two rounds. My body trembles violently beneath him, thighs shaking as pleasure builds up again impossibly fast.

"God, yes," Josh groans above me, his grip in my hair tightening just enough to border on pain. "Come for me one more time."

I don't fight it this time—I let the release crash over me with a deep cry into his pillow, muffling the sound as my pussy spasms around him. Josh follows moments later with a low grunt, his hips stuttering against mine before going completely still.

We collapse together onto the sheets—exhausted and statisfied, limbs tangled as our breathing slows in tandem.