‘Ashley, I… I can help with your essay, but…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, the whole point of literature is to—’

Under the table, her cool hand closes around his erection, squeezing, twisting.

‘Oh…’

‘Write me a little essay?’

‘I’d get in trouble!’

She leans over, blonde locks draped over his leg—

‘Ashley, we're in the library—’

Her tongue grazes his hole—

‘Oh, fuck,’ he moans, aching for her mouth. ‘Okay! 1,000 words, just—’

Hands off, she sits up, whispers in his ear: ‘Tomorrow?'

Groaning, he nods.

‘Do a good job and so will I,’ she breathes, wet tongue tickling his canal.