Engineering Ratios

Standard disclaimer - fictional, all over 18, etc.

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The introductions of the 5:00 session drone on and on, seemingly endless. Unknown to Kay, Olive, and the president speaking, Aly scoots closer to Jon. She had spotted him sitting near the back of the lecture hall when she entered the room. Originally embarassed, and thinking it best to avoid him, a wink from Chuck sealed the impuslive decision that she and Britni should flank Jon. She hadn't seen his head of blonde curls in the dorm hallway crowd, so she wanted to make sure word of her afternoon dorm "show" didnt get to him now.

Aly leaned in closer. "Hey Jon, you wanna be part of our team, right?" her sickly sweet perfume fought with her grating whisper to be his top annoyance. He scanned the room for an out.

After his own uneventful afternoon, Jon desperately wanted to find the mystery masterbatory woman he'd heard so much about. "Nah, we should both be trying to meet more people. Especially more people from our floor."

At dismissal, Jon pushed Aly toward Chuck in a hurried "introduction," then scampered off in search of the dorm's mystery woman. Settling on Jane, the only girl on their floor he hadn't yet met, he vied for position to sidle up and claim her attention.

A classy, raven haired beauty, Jane exudes a forbidden and restrained sexuality. With all the attention she received for her brain as the top AP student in her high school, and the throngs of suitors she frequently declined to focus on school, she struts with the confidence of a woman who knows she's got it.

Jane had heard the rumours and reports of what happened at the dorms this afternoon- the cacauphony of whistles and hooting when Aly dared to walk the hallway again after her performance was impossible to miss. So she was surprised to see a lanky but handsome enough classmate loping away from that exhibitionist nympho and towards her.

Jon is panting as he reaches the bottom of the lecture theatre's stairs. Trying to play cool, he puffs his chest and prepares to use his best pick up line on Jane. Only to realize he is utterly blanking.

Ashamed, he drops his head to stare at his feet. But his view is interrupted by the voluptious tits of the goddess he meant to impress. He is gobsmacked by the flesh thinly veiled by her tank top and loses all sense of time or decency.

Normally one to call out the pervs for staring, Jane decides to have a little fun with John.

"You sure were in a hurry to get down here, promise me you're not always that fast of a finisher." Jon's snapped back to attention by her sultry and provacative voice. He fights to regain his composure as the stud he knew himself to be back home.

"Damn, girl, if mama likes a marathon than I could be convinced to take her for a run." he rubs his hands together and licks his lips as he looks her up and down.

Jane rolls her eyes, "ugh, like 'gag me with a spoon' or some other cliche that matches your subtlety. And you'd probably need a spoon- I doubt you're packing anything else big enough for me to choke on."

She turns on her heel and struts, confident that her provacation and aloofness will have him tripping over himself. "Wait wait babe, I can do better. Girls like you, I know exactly what makes you tick. Chill with me for this childish scavenger hunt and I'll prove I'm worth your time."

Jane rolls her eyes, but seeing the other prospects in the room and their shared lusty glances, she figures she may as go with this cocky but easy on the eyes candidate.

"Fine. But don't go getting any ideas like I'm 'easy' or anything. You just happen to not be the sorriest loser in this lot." And with that she strode off with Jon scampering behind her like a puppy.

By the time they reach the geology building he has caught up and the pair walk astride as the take in the campus lit by the evening's glow. The ethereal setting relaxes both of them, and Jon can see Jane begin to drop her frigid façade.

He realizes that genuinely listening to her might be his only chance, so he settles in while asking questions about home, her family, and her goals.

He timidly places a hand on her shoulder as she talks. Jane rolls her eyes, but relaxes a little into the neck massage. Jane reveals she was top of the class with governer general's award for Advanced Placement academics and Jon freezes. Here he thought he was cozying up to the campus slut- to know she's a total package with a brain too tents his pants anew.

"You know, Jane," he timidly begins, "engineering can be a pretty rough college for a gorgeous girl like you. Maybe we should should couple up- you know, like, so I can keep back the pervy wolves that are our classmates. And then, I dunno, maybe you could help me study or something, but like no biggie. I would take care of you, keep you safe."

Her smokey eyes rolled. "The way I see it, I'm in the power position here. I like that pack of wolves. I've got ten times the number of options you do in this college, and that's not even considering a little bi action," Jon's mouth watered at the teasing image of Jane making out with the green-bikini-body-shot girl he had seen leave with Aly, but was snapped back to reality. "This body and this brain don't come cheap. You want me to do something for you? You'd better plead your case of why you're worth my time."

Jon starts to respond, but she holds a manicured finger to his lips. "My ears aren't what need convincing." Without another word she hops up on the display case and spreads her legs.

The clear glass acts as a prism and Jon sees through the lenses and lenses that beneath her black skirt there is no underwear. Mouth agape, he stares at her completely awestruck as his pants strain to contain him.

She rolls her eyes, annoyed that he needs more direction. A glossed finger points out.

Silently, Jon points at his own chest to ask, "me?"

Her wrist turns and she points to the ground. Like a well trained puppy, Jon drops to his knees. His eyes are locked on hers, desperate to win her approval.

Her wrist turns again, she crooks her finger beckoning him forward.

On hands and knees he crawls towards her. "Convince me," she commands, and Jon is transfixed. Tentatively, he reaches a hand out, not confident that this majestic classmate could be real or that she's truly inviting him to what he's thinking.

He traces a finger delicately up her thigh, but is slapped away. She clasps the back of his golden curls and whispers once more, "convince me," as she pulls his face between her legs.

As she draws him in, he is intoxicated by her smell. All sense of place disappears- instead of the hallway, all he sees is the tunnel of her skirt leading to her shadowed entrance. Instead of listening for footsteps, his ears are blocked as her knees go over his shoulders and thighs deafen him. Knowing hands are off limits, his palm drops to his own crotch as his tongue darts to hers.

Jon begins to lap at Jane's entrance, then shoves his tongue roughly up into her. He waggles slurps and laps for a moment but is roughly thrown back by her feet on his shoulders.

"Ugh, you amateur. I thought I said to 'convince me?' You're not cleaning out a pudding cup, so stop digging. If you want to impress me, let's see you find some spice of life - as in the 'variety' kind. Hard, soft, places, directions. Start mixing it up, or this will be your first and last tutoring session."

Now properly reprimanded, Jon descends in a more studious and calculated manor. He piques his tongue and languidly traces up one thigh and down the other. He softens and laps at her labia, his lips dancing between her inner and outer lips. His face is damp as her slippery arousal encourages his exploration.

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Jane felt herself rising in excitement. Though trying to play it cool, she couldn't sit idly as her new student demonstrated how quick of a learner he was. As her enjoyment climbed, she lifted her feet and laid back on the display case. Her eyes flitted closed as she began grinding on Jon's face. Her hands travelled inside her tank top and began twinging the buds within her bra. What she thought was a gentle moan unwittingly slipped from her throat and echoed down the college hallway. Her eyes snapped open and frantically scanned for an audience, but all she could find was the head between her legs.

She began to hesitate, wondering if this was going to be on the regrets list. She tried to take stock, but her hips had a mind of their own as they gyrated against her classmate's face. Her skirt was now fully pushed up, and she knew she would be on display with no chance of a decoy should they be caught.

She was about to call a stop to the redezvous when out of no where she felt Jon discover her clit. A shudder of pleasure washed over her and she fell back, slave to her own passions. Her hands returned to her breasts and tugged as she rode out the orgasm.

Catching her breath as she came down, she glanced between her legs to find the golden head was still bobbing and seeking to 'convince her.' Feeling her pause Jon withdrew for a moment to make devilish eye contact before pressing a forbidden finger to her entrance and suctioning onto her clit again.

Jane's orgasmic scream rippled through the halls, undeniable to anyone on the second floor that someone was enjoying themselves. Jon pressed and lapped and sucked and teased until Jane's arched back settled back to the display case and her chest heaved as she panted to catch her breath.

"So, um," he paused, swiping her wetness from his stubble, "did I convince you?"

Before Jane could answer, they heard several sets of footsteps ascending the staircase. In a flash, her skirt was pushed down and she had slid to the floor. Grabbing his hand, she sprinted to the nearest door and dragged Jon into the tiny women's washroom. The door swung closed and obscured them just in time for three sets of shoes to go running past.

Catching his breath, Jon is thrilled to be in such close quarters. Ever the male-dominated college, the women's washroom is hardly more than a closet, so there is no where to move to avoid each other's body heat.

Trying to turn on the charm, he suavely whispers, "so did I pay enough for admission?"

Jane is panting over the sink, trying to avoid eye contact by fixing her disheveled appearance in the mirror. "What?" she asks distractedly.

"Well I heard you'd put on quite a show this afternoon. My tongue may be good, but I'm ready to see what your own hands can do."

Jane is livid to be confused with that dorm whore, but tries to stay nonchalant. "Why would I put on a show for you? I've never masturbated for anyone in my life, you perv."

She pressed past him to the exit, smoothing her skirt a final time. "And if you don't want anyone else knowing you're such a perv, you should probably put that away." As Jon looked down at his throbbing bulge and shimmied his pants to try and hide the raging and unsatisfied hard on, she slipped out the door.

"What a woman," he muttered to himself. Jon was officially transfixed and desperate to win her affections. He went chasing after her, desperate to plead his case, until he was distracted by the backlit couple in the sixth floor window.