It’s a week before Tyla’s exams and she’s sure everyone is trying their hardest to stop her from studying. The house is filled with parties, loud music and the smell of pot.
Late in the afternoon Tyla is banging in the kitchen, slamming doors and grumbling. John comes in seeking the source of the noise.
“I want to make myself a coffee and there isn’t any fucking milk. I always have to get the milk!” yells Tyla.
“I got it last time!” yells Gerrick
“Oh right, and left it outside until it went bad and then I had to get more!” Tyla slams the fridge in frustration.
“Studies not going too well?” asks John.
“Study? Who the fuck studies? It’s just one big fucking party around here! I can’t take it any more!” whined Tyla.
Julie stuck her head inside “Hey, Gerrick and I are going out so we can give you some space. You coming, John?”
Tyla groaned, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get so upset.”
Julie hugs a distressed Tyla. “Shhhh, as long as one of us studies it makes us all look good.”
John looks sympathetically at Tyla. “I think I’ll help grumpy study for a bit and join you guys later.”
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Tyla walked the floor in the main room punching her leg each time she got a quiz question wrong.
“Come on Tyla, you got this right before. You have to concentrate.”
“Damn! I might as well admit it, I’m going to fail.”
John climbed off the table and grabbed Tyla. “You’re not going to fail, you’re just tired, take a break.”
“What I want is to take my brain out and shake it around to wake it up!” Tyla’s dramatics are getting louder.
John starts to laugh.
“Now he laughs.” Tyla lowers her head.
“Hey c’mon, you just need to relax.” John lifts her chin, drops his lips onto hers in a gentle kiss, then turns to walk off.
Tyla grabs him by the shirt. “What the hell was that all about?”
“Just something to help you relax and calm down. Now, let’s get back to studying.”
Tyla stands motionless, gazing into John’s eyes.
John kicks the door to his room closed. They kiss passionately, his lips soon taking to Tyla’s neck. His hands slip under her T-shirt feeling her breasts. Tyla is gasping at his touch.
He pulls her shirt over her head and their lips find each other again. John pushes Tyla to the bed as their hands roam over each other’s body. Tyla’s head is spinning and she pushes John slightly.
John tries to catch his breath. “What . . . what’s the matter?”
“Just slow down a bit. I can’t breathe and think at the same time.” gasps Tyla.
“So you want to study now?”
“Hell no! It’s just . . . do you have any . . . you know . . . ”
“Condoms? Yes, I have condoms.” He kisses her slowly and deeply as she lets him remove the remainder of her clothes. He slips his finger into her and begins to explore. Tyla backs up and breaks their kiss.
“John . . . I’ve never done this before.” She blushes and puts her hands over her face in an attempt to cover her embarrassment.
John removes his hands and strokes her face. “That’s okay. Thanks for telling me. I promise I’ll go slower.’
Tyla nods and they return to kissing. The passion builds quickly and John begins to gently guide himself into her when he feels her flinch.
“Tyla?”
“It’s okay, just keep going a little at a time,” she pants.
He slowly works up a rhythm and feels Tyla shuddering under him. She grabs him hard, pulling him down. She moans louder and louder as each wave of the climax flows through her. . John reaches his final moment and groans loudly.
They lay on the bed facing each other.
“Tyla, you’re smiling.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet I am.”
“So I take it you enjoyed it?”
“Well, it wasn’t the most mind blowing sex I’ve had”
John looks surprised “you said you never done it before!”
Tyla laughs “Well, I just thought you wanted to hear that.”
John collapses on the bed and Tyla on top of him.
“Just teasing, John. You are my first.”
“I tried to be gentle, you know.”
“To break me in?” laughs Tyla.
“Well . . .” says John trying to judge Tyla’s sense of humor.
“My god, you must think I’m all so delicate. Jeez, you’ve just taken me for a test-drive, John. I think we can take it out of first gear.”
Tyla squeals as John gently slaps her ass. “You want out of first, li’l country girl?” he growls.
“Yeah, how many gears you got?”
“Start counting, baby!”
They wrestle for a moment before John has his way. Tyla becomes louder and louder, begging for it harder and faster. Then everything becomes silent.
Tyla opens her eyes and looks over to see John asleep on his back, naked. She smirks to herself and covers her face.
“Oh . . . my . . . god,” she whispers. She rolls away, gets up and dresses quietly. She creeps out of the room and closes the door. She turns around to find Julie sitting at the table drinking coffee. Tyla blushes.
Julie grins. “See, when I study, I actually use text books.” She pushes Tyla’s law books with her foot.
Tyla shrugs and smiles.
“Now if I knew law included sex tutorials, I would repeat the semester.”
“I was uptight . . . from studying.”
“Really?” Julie is attempting to hold back a smirk.
Tyla goes to the kitchen.
“Ah, I used last milk.”
“Damn!” groans Tyla.
“But you can share my coffee if you tell me what John’s like in bed.”
Tyla sits down next to Julie. “If you think I’m going to brag . . .”
Julie takes back the coffee but Tyla grabs it. “Fucking off the ceiling! Once he got past the delicate flower thing, I couldn’t stop him. Fuck, I couldn’t even slow him down!”
“And why would you want to?” said an excited Julie.
“Not me, I gave him the reins!” She stopped and dropped her head. “Jeez, I can’t believe I just had sex with . . .”
“Who’s having sex?” both girls turn to see Gerrick entering the room.
“No one,” said Tyla
“Well then, may I ask who the hell was shouting from the fucking chandeliers in Johnny’s room?”
Tyla grabbed the coffee and disappeared into her room.
For the next few days, John and Tyla danced around each other awkwardly until finally they agreed to accept their sexual encounter as simply a wonderful experience. Staying friends was more important.
Tyla had completed two exams and was studying for her final. She was sitting on the roof with her textbook, revising her notes. She looked over the edge to see Ray on her back sunbathing topless. Tyla grinned and shook her head. She went back to her notes but couldn’t help smirking.
“What’s so funny?” called voice below.
Tyla peered over to see Ray sitting up with her sunglasses on her head. “It’s nothing, I’m just trying to read my notes. Have my final exam tomorrow.”
Ray grins. “Really, and John isn’t helping you?”
“Oh fuck, does everyone in this building know?” groaned Tyla.
“Well, that depends on who you confided in.”
“Julie.”
“Ha, miss gossip queen!” laughed Ray, “You tell her anything and wham! it’s out there.”
“Great! Don’t lend money to Gerrick. Don’t study with John. Don’t stereotype lesbians. And now, don’t tell secrets to Julie . . . Yaaaaah!”
“So you wanna hand with your notes?” grins Ray.
“I’m not handing out sex to everybody.” laughs Tyla
Ray stands up. “No . . . I’m serious. I’ve got nothing on at the moment.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Does my nakedness make you feel uncomfortable.” Ray stands closer to the wall, giving Tyla an eyeful.
“Listen, I used to go skinny dipping in the reservoir with my friends. No, you just make me think of home. You know, the cows are due for milking about now,” reminisces Tyla.
“Fuck off!” growls Ray, “You see my tits and they remind you of cows? They ain’t that bad. I work out.”
“I didn’t mean . . . stop twisting everything. If you want to help me study fine, but could you put a top on.”
Ray dresses and climbs up onto wall. Tyla helps her and they sit on the couch. Ray leans back and grabs Tyla’s notes.
“Okay, let’s see.” Ray flips the pages over and frowns. “I don’t think I can help you. I’ve never heard of some of this. The words are like a different language,” moans Ray.
“It’s okay,” reassures Tyla.
“Damn, you are one smart girl! Just looking at this book makes me feel inadequate.”
“Ray, you’re smart! Heck, you have your own website, making movies and money. I keep forgetting my login and password. We’re just smart in different areas.”
“Okay, now you’re philosophizing and it’s freaking me out. Anyway I have social catastrophes to deal with.”
Tyla closes her book. “I’m so over this studying. So, what social catastrophes?”
“Nah, you wouldn't be interested.”
“Listen, drama queen, just tell me.”
“Fine . . . there's this women’s dance tonight. We're supposed to bring a woman along and leave with one.”
“Okay, so what's the problem?” Tyla is becoming somewhat interested.
“Well, I don’t have anyone to take,” she admitted.
“I thought you had a girl friend.” asked Tyla in surprise.
“I’m in-between girl friends.”
“What does that mean?”
Ray groans, “It means I was dumped and now I'm looking.”
“So you're hoping to score at this dance.”
“Well yeah, but if they see me walk in alone, the girls are going to think I’m desperate.”
“But you are. I mean, that’s the whole point in going,” Tyla stating the obvious.
“Well duh, but I don’t want them to know that.”
“I’m confused. Just show up and I’m sure you'll be fine.”
“I’m not going, not on my own. I may be desperate to score but I’m not going to put myself on display,” moans Ray.
Tyla laughs. “You know what? I need a break from studying, so I’ll be your date, your cover for desperation.”
Ray looks at her. “Are you serious? You would do that for me?”
“Yeah, it’s no big deal. I love dancing.”
Ray stands up. “That would be so great. We can leave about 9pm. I don’t want to arrive to early and . . .”
“Look desperate?” finished Tyla. “Fine, pick me up at 9.”
“Great! I'm just one floor down.”
“Hey, if I’m your date, you can pick me up.”
Ray starts to climb back down to her apartment. “Okay, I’ll come up to get you.”