It started off as just another late-night study session. We’re both in business school, so he and I meet up at my place to go over assignments and help each other out. He’s always been a friend—nothing more—but recently, I’ve caught him staring a little longer when I’m not looking. And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been doing the same. I guess I’ve been getting a little more curious and bolder lately, wanting to explore things I’d never even thought about before.

That night, we were sitting side by side on my bed, laptops out, trying to focus on homework. But as the night went on, the air between us seemed to change. I was wearing a loose tank top and shorts, and I could see him glance down at my thighs every time I shifted. It made me feel all tingly and nervous, but in the best way. My heart was racing, wondering what would happen if I just pushed things a little further.

So, I decided to test him. I shifted closer, pretending I was reaching for something behind him, and let my thigh brush against his. He froze, eyes flicking to my face, but I just smiled like I didn’t notice. Then, as we kept working, I let my hand rest on his leg—innocent at first. But I didn’t move it, and neither did he.

Minutes passed, and I started to slide my fingers higher, slowly, testing the waters. I could feel the tension building, could see him shift, adjusting himself slightly, trying to act like everything was normal. But I could see it—the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants. The sight made my pulse spike, and I bit my lip, feeling brave.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned closer, pretending to ask about an assignment, but I let my hand slip higher, brushing against the bulge in his pants. His breath hitched, and I felt a thrill run through me. “Is this okay?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He just nodded, his eyes glued to me. I could see the desire, the need, and it made me want to see just how far I could take things.

With trembling fingers, I slowly tugged down his waistband, freeing his cock. He was already so hard, and I couldn’t help but gasp softly. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the heat and weight of him in my hand. He let out a low groan, his head falling back slightly as I started to stroke him, slow and teasing.

It was my first time doing anything like this, and the power I felt seeing him react to my touch was intoxicating. I leaned in, my lips brushing against the tip, feeling the wetness there, before pulling back. I wanted to take it further, to see how much I could make him beg, but I stayed focused, moving my hand faster, feeling his hips buck slightly as I jerked him off.

He tried to stay quiet, biting his lip, but I could see how much he was struggling. And when I leaned in close, whispering, “Are you going to cum for me?” it was like I flipped a switch. He groaned, his body tensing, and I felt his cock twitch in my hand.

The first spurt hit my wrist, hot and sticky, and I watched, mesmerized, as he came all over my hand. I kept stroking him through it, not stopping until he was completely spent. We sat there, staring at each other, my hand covered in his cum, both of us breathing hard.

Finally, I leaned back, giving him a shy smile. “We should probably finish our homework, huh?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Yeah… but I don’t think I’m going to be able to concentrate after that.”

“Maybe we can make this a regular study break,” I teased, and the look in his eyes told me we were far from done.