I knew I should've been studying for the upcoming exams, but my mind kept wandering, thinking about anything but calculus and chemistry. It was hard to focus, especially with my best friend, Jake, sitting across from me at his dining table. We had been friends since childhood, and as we grew older, the innocent friendship blossomed into something more. I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles filled out his tight t-shirt or how his eyes seemed to smolder when he looked at me.

We were both 18, old enough to know what we wanted, and what I wanted was him. I could sense the tension between us every time we were together, the unspoken desire hanging thick in the air. Today was no different, and as we flipped through our textbooks, I felt my concentration slipping away.

"I don't get this equation," I sighed, more as an excuse to talk to Jake than out of genuine frustration. I knew the material well enough, but the idea of flirting with him was far more appealing than any academic pursuit.

Jake leaned over, his scent—a mix of fresh laundry and musk—invading my senses. "Let me show you," he said, his voice low and husky. My heart raced as his warm breath caressed my cheek. He guided my hand, positioning it over his, so our fingers intertwined. The simple touch sent sparks through my body.

"It's all about balance," he explained, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. "Just like this, you need to balance the equation." His touch was electric, and I could feel my nipples hardening under my shirt. I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the growing ache between my thighs.

"I think I understand now," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Good," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "But let's take a break. Studying can wait."

Before I could respond, he stood up, pulled me up by the hand, and led me out of the kitchen. I followed, my heart pounding, as he guided me down the hallway to his bedroom. The room was messy, with clothes strewn across the floor and posters of bands and half-naked models covering the walls. It was so typically Jake, and I couldn't help but smile.

He closed the door behind us, the click echoing in the silent room. Then, without a word, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. His lips were soft yet demanding, and I parted mine eagerly, inviting his tongue to dance with mine. The kiss was hungry, passionate, and filled with all the pent-up desire we had kept hidden for so long.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled down my body, exploring my curves. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. The sensation of his bulge pressing against my stomach sent a wave of heat between my legs.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "I've wanted to do that for so long."

"Me too," I breathed, my hands roaming over his broad chest. "But I want more, Jake."

He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Oh, you'll get more."

Then, with expert hands, he unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my lace bra. His fingers traced the edges, making me shiver. "So beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses along my collarbone.

I arched into his touch, encouraging his exploration. His hands moved to my back, unhooking my bra with surprising ease. My breasts spilled out, and I felt a rush of excitement as his eyes feasted on my naked body.

"Fuck, Alessandra," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're stunning."

His words sent a thrill through me, and I reached for his belt, eager to return the favor. I unbuckled it, then unbuttoned his jeans, my hands trembling with anticipation. I slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. He was rock hard, and a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" I teased, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. "But I want to taste you first."

He pushed me gently onto the bed, following me down, his lips never leaving mine. I lay back, feeling the cool sheets against my bare skin, as his kisses trailed down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower. He paused to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently until I was squirming beneath him.

"Please, Jake," I begged, my voice breathless. "I need you."

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. "Not yet, baby. I want to savor this."

Then, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and slid them down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. I felt vulnerable yet empowered, knowing the effect I had on him.

His lips found the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites as he worked his way upward. I whimpered, my hands gripping the bedsheets, as his hot breath caressed my damp folds.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper. "I can't wait to taste you."

And then his tongue was there, flicking my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I gasped, my hips bucking off the bed as pleasure surged through me. He licked and sucked, teasing me mercilessly, before plunging his tongue deep into my pussy. I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him close as he ate me with fervor.

"Oh my god, Jake!" I exclaimed, my body tensing as an orgasm built within me.

He seemed to sense my impending release, for he increased the pace, his tongue working magic on my sensitive flesh. I could feel my juices flowing freely, coating his face as he continued to devour me.

"Cum for me, Alessandra," he urged, his voice muffled against my throbbing pussy.

His words sent me over the edge. I arched my back, my head thrown back as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. I cried out his name, my body trembling, as he continued to lap at my sensitive clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from my sated body.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, he crawled up my body, his lips seeking mine. I tasted myself on his tongue as we kissed deeply, passionately.

"Your turn," I whispered, my hands moving to his jeans, pushing them down his hips.

He stepped out of his clothes, revealing his hard, thick cock, standing proudly erect. I reached for it, stroking him gently, enjoying the way his breath hitched as I teased the sensitive head.

"Get on top," he growled, his voice hoarse with need.

I straddled him, positioning his cock at my entrance. Slowly, I sank down, taking him deep inside me. We both moaned at the exquisite sensation of our bodies becoming one.

I rode him slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him filling me, stretching me. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I picked up the pace, rising and falling, taking him in deep, then pulling back almost to the tip before plunging down again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I kissed him deeply. He tasted like lust and desire, and I could feel his cock twitch inside me with every thrust of my hips.

"I want you to cum inside me," I whispered between kisses. "Fill me up, Jake."

He groaned, his hands squeezing my ass, urging me on. "Fuck, I'm close."

I increased my pace, riding him harder, my breasts bouncing with each downward thrust. The sight of his thick cock disappearing into my wet pussy was almost enough to send me over the edge again.

"That's it, baby, ride me," he panted, his eyes rolling back as pleasure consumed him.

I felt his cock twitch and throb inside me, and with a loud grunt, he exploded, filling me with his hot cum. The sensation of his release pushed me over the brink, and I cried out his name as another orgasm claimed me.

We collapsed in a heap of sweaty, satisfied limbs, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with exertion. I lay on top of him, feeling his still-hard cock twitch inside me as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I think we just found a new way to study," I said, my voice laced with satisfaction.

He chuckled, his hands caressing my back. "Yeah, I think we definitely need more of these study sessions."

As I rolled off him, I knew that our friendship had taken a turn we could never have anticipated. But with pleasure like that, who needed straight A's?