The Study Group

[Felix80]

Western Civilization. What a boring class. Jack was a junior, and really should have taken this core requirement class back in freshman year. He couldn't fit it into his schedule back then, not with all the exciting math classes he was taking. Now he was a junior, taking 300 and 400 level courses, and he was trying to take a 100 level class for freshman. Trying to read the text book was like trying to read children's books. It just wasn't written at his current level of comprehension. he kept falling asleep everytime he tried to read it. Class was pretty boring too. But he needed a good grade. That's why he was sitting in one of the library study rooms with some of the girls from his class, trying to catch up on a class he should be breezing through.

Jack was six foot, long brown curly hair, blue eyes, and in great shape, damn near three hundred pounds of muscle. He was on a partial scholarship for academics and a partial scholarship for sports. He was the center for the university's football team. Not the most glamorous position, but he was good at it. They had missed the play offs last year, but that wasn't his fault. They had an unbreakable line, mostly because of him.

The study room wasn't that big. it was mostly taken up by the large table, with room to walk around the outside. The door locked, which was nice, and didn't have a window in it. They had a decent amount of privacy.

Jack had his text open on the table in front of him, and the syllabus out. They did that a lot, sitting in silence, then asking each other questions at random. He must seem like the typical big, dumb jock to these girls. He was fighting sleep, having a hard time reading more than one paragraph at a time. The nice part about the study group was the girls. Whenever he was starting to get a little distracted he could let his mind wander and fantasize about the beauties sitting at the table with him.

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OOC: Closed

 

[jaynedixon]

Tiffany slid the dark red lipstick over her lips before giving her reflection a once over in the mirror. Satisfied she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the library foyer and walked over towards the escalators to take her back down to the study room her and her roommate had spent most of the afternoon in. Tiffany stood all of 5'5", and with her long dark hair, soulful brown eyes, a narrow waist made even more so by a prominent 38E bust, fit body, clear, light olive skin, a face that any cosmetic company would want as its spokesmodel, and just a hint of an Eastern European accent, Tiffany was a walking-talking example of an "exotic beauty".

Giselle had just picked her phone up when the door opened and she turned and looked over at Tiffany as she walked in, “where have you been? Thought you had got lost.” She said as Tiffany walked over and handed Giselle the coffee she had asked for and she sipped on it as Tiffany pulled the chair out beside her and sat back down. Across the room Giselle noticed Jack smirk a little. Though you would never know it Giselle was shorter than Tiffany standing about 5'3", she was very slender and B-cups and a tight, little ass. They even dressed similarly. They had both been wearing tight shirts and skin tight jeans that left a strip of skin showing between their shirts and jeans, just below their belly buttons. Giselle had red hair with blond highlights. Her green eyes were framed underneath with freckles. Her ears had a number of piercings with a tattoo behind one. When she spoke, people saw the glimmer of a tongue piercing that was today hiding behind her glossed lips.

As Tiffany settled back into her seat she looked across at Jack who again was looking towards them, “sorry Jack did you want one” she said and when he shook his head she smiled as she looked back down toward the book open at the same page she had left it at almost 20 minutes earlier when she had gone to take a break. They had been here most of the afternoon; in there building there was renovations happening in another apartment which meant that getting some quiet studying done was almost impossible and so after class they had come here and several hours, and several coffees later they were still here. Throughout the day other students had come and gone and 1 or 2 hours ago Jack had arrived who they knew from their classes and as it started to get darker outside people had started to leave until it had been just the three of them sitting at a huge square table in the center of the room, the girls on one side, Jack on the opposite side.

Giselle came to the end of the current chapter she was reading and sat back, taking the bottle of water she had brought she opened it and leaned back tipping it up she poured the last of the water into her mouth and screwed the top back on. Empty bottle in hand she stood up and reached across towards the center of the table, “spin the bottle time,” she said as Jack and Tiffany lifted up from their books and looked at her as she span the empty plastic bottle and sat back down. “I’ll ask a question to whoever it points too,” she said as she saw Jack sit back and close his book while Tiffany next to her took a sip of her coffee.

 

[Felix80]

Alexander the great and the Gordian knot. How could a writer take one of the most interesting moments in history and turn it into a total snore fest? He'd been trying to get through this page for the last half hour, since before Tiffany had left for coffee.

Tiffany. Now there was a hot girl. Beautiful, tight body, with a tiny little waist and breasts that were too big for a girl twice her size. Jack had fantasized about her repeatedly that afternoon, but mostly about those two amazing breasts wrapped around his cock as he titty fucked her. Fuck. He needed to clear his head.

He did notice that Tiffany had refreshed her lipstick while she was gone. That was an interesting choice. Did she do it for him? Was Tiffany getting as horny as he was? That was unlikely. Was Tiffany getting half as horny as he was? It didn't have to be a titty fuck. He'd be happy to eat her out, or see if he could fit his cock inside her pussy, bend her over and pound her right here on the study table.

“Sorry Jack did you want one” Tiffany asked. Jack shook his head. What he wanted was to get an A in this class. Or to get it on with one of the girls. Or both. But that sort of thing only happened in internet porn.

Giselle was the other girl in the room. They were roommates, right? Jack was pretty sure they were roommates. They dressed the same, both of them wearing tight tops, with bare midriffs, and tight jeans. Their outfits left little to Jack's imagination, not that it stopped him from imagining, quite the opposite.

While Tiffany had an exotic quality about her, Giselle was a redhead, with pierced ears and, since Jack had been trying not to be distracted by the beautiful girl for the last 2 hours, he was quite sure she had a pierced tongue. And the only reason to get a tongue piercing, they say, was to give more pleasure during oral sex. Between the freckles and the piercings she was a contrast of innocent and dangerous. He wondered if Tiffany was bringing out this wild side, if being away from home was doing it, or if she was always this wild.

Either way, Jack had spent way too much time fantasizing about Giselle as well. The tongue piercing had started things out with images of oral sex, which lead to fantasizing about eating her out. Was she a natural redhead? He would love to pound the redhead nice and hard, engulfing her tits in his massive hands, then let her ride him. There was something about Giselle that screamed she was a wild ride.

“Spin the bottle time,” Giselle said, putting a plastic water bottle on the table between them. Jack looked up from the book he was trying to read and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and yawning. When his arms went out to his side his t-shirt stretched across his chest. It was too tight to begin with and when he stretched it out like that it may as well have been invisible. Every muscle of his massive chest were on display for the girls. He was in the gym an hour, every day, and it showed. Every muscle, down to his six pack abs were apparent.

He brought his arms back together as the yawn ended and closed his book. He looked up at Giselle, failing to keep his mind clean.

“I’ll ask a question to whoever it points too,” Giselle said.

Jack chuckled. "That's not how I used to play spin the bottle, but I'm game."

He looked at Tiffany to see if she was up for it too. Then he realized he needed some clarification. "Are these personal questions, like truth or dare, or are they questions about Western Civ?" He shook his head. "Doesn't matter, either way I'm in."