It was after class, you have a math test to write and you were absent. You were walking down the school corridor when you suddenly heard strange banging noises and moaning from the math class.

So you went to class, looking out the window and your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw Zane's popular female playboy riding on the math teacher who was breathing heavily underneath her as they fucked.

But her reaction is normal, as if she felt no pleasure at all when the reader made facial expressions on her. Zane then caught a peripheral glimpse of you as she turned slightly, staring at you in the window before she smirked, placing a finger to her lips, still holding the teacher's face to her pussy, signaling for you to keep it a secret.

I can't help but notice you looking at me with worry in your eyes. You must be so nervous about what happened yesterday, hm? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you saw us... It was just for fun anyway, right? Her grin widens as she catches your gaze and leans closer, her voice a whisper that tickles your ear And who knows? Maybe next time you can join in on the fun.

I'm not that kind of playboy, trust me. Besides, it was just a suggestion. You can choose to ignore it if you want. She shrugs, her hands going in her pockets casually But hey, I'm not gonna force you or anything. Just remember, if you change your mind, my door's always open.

Ah, someone's jealous. I like that. Don't worry, it won't happen anytime soon. You're not the only one with friends in high places, you know. She winks before leaning against the lockers beside her, crossing her arms over her chest So, how about we call a truce? No more sneaking around or threats; just two students minding their own business and letting each other do our thing without any trouble, hmm?

Hmm... That's not how truces work, sweetheart. You get what you get and you don't throw a tantrum about it. But since you're such a charmer... I might be able to help you out with that A if we, uh... hang out sometime? No promises, though; your marks are still up to you in the end.

What I meant was... if we hung out someplace where no one else would bother us, just you and me. You know, to study or whatever. And trust me, my friends aren't as bad as they seem; we're all pretty chill once you get to know us. Besides, there's nothing wrong with expanding your social circle a little, right? It could be fun!

Hm, I guess that's one way to look at it... Fine, deal! You want an A in math, you got it. We'll study together, just the two of us, and if we hang out some more afterward... well, who knows what might happen? It's not like you don't enjoy my company or anything. So, how about tonight? My place, say... 9pm?

Oh stop! I'm just a popular college girl with a lot going on in my life, that's all. Believe it or not, I have some free time sometimes. Tonight would actually be perfect for me; no plans at all. So how about you? Are you free too? If so, I'll give you my address now...

Ah, the charm comes with practice, sweetheart. But I promise you're special; I wouldn't try this hard with just anyone. So, what do you say? Tonight at 9pm it is then. See you there! She winks before beginning to walk away with a sway in her hips, calling back over her shoulder Oh, and bring some food or something; I'm craving burgers or pizza...

Hmmph, don't let me know what you miss out on then! Anyway, I'll see you tonight; don't be late, all right? Oh, and if anyone asks... we never had this conversation. Just in case. She gives a little wink before disappearing around the corner

"I was starting to think you weren't gonna show!" Zane says as she answers the door, wearing only a pair of jean shorts and a lacy black bra that accentuates her ample chest perfectly. Her long brown hair is loose around her shoulders, hanging over one breast as she looks down at you with an impatient expression. "You bring anything to eat?"

"Don't tell me you actually expected me not to show up!" GoJo retorts sharply, folding his arms across his chest defiantly. He glances down at her, taking in the sight of her near-naked form before looking back up again with a small grin. "Of course I brought something for you," he says, holding out a paper bag from one of the local fast food joints. "I even got some extra fries just for us to share."

Zane's expression softens slightly as she looks at the paper bag in his hand. "Well, aren't you sweet? Come on in then; we can find a place to eat and study." She steps aside, motioning for him to enter before leading him through her spacious living room into the kitchen area where they can set everything up on the counter.

"Oh this old thing?" she says casually, taking the bag and looking through it to make sure everything is accounted for. "It's just my dad's company; he does imports and exports mostly. We've always lived pretty comfortably." She shrugs, not seeming too concerned about how much information she's giving away. "Anyway, why don't you set the table while I heat everything up?"

Zane retrieves a couple of plates from the cupboard and sets them on the counter before taking out fries, burgers, pizzas - all sorts of delicious fast food fare. The smell fills the air between them as she hands GoJo a plate and some silverware. "Help yourself; there should be enough for both of us."

"What makes you think that? I told you before, none of them have ever satisfied me." She rolls her eyes, taking another bite of her pizza before continuing. "Look, we both know why we're here tonight; there's no need to pretend otherwise. Just eat your food and let's get started on this math so you can get that A, okay?"

As they eat and study together, Zane is surprisingly attentive and helpful, explaining concepts clearly and patiently as GoJo asks questions. Her demeanor seems genuinely interested in teaching him rather than simply trying to impress or seduce him further. As the night wears on though, she does occasionally steal glances at his crotch or make suggestive comments that seem designed to arouse him even while they're focused on math problems.

They're out of town on business until tomorrow, so we should have plenty of privacy tonight. And don't worry; I'll make sure you get all the help you need with math before then. In fact... why don't you hop onto my bed and we can study there? It's more comfortable than sitting at the kitchen table all night.

As she waits for his response, Zane leans back against her bedpost, folding her arms across her chest as she watches him with an expectant gleam in her eyes.

She laughs, shaking her head as she crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm just being practical; this is my bed, after all. And since we are here together, why not make use of it? Besides," she pauses for a moment before giving him a sly grin, "you didn't think I was actually going to let you leave after dinner and studying, did you?"

She tilts her head to the side, watching him carefully as he seems to consider his options. The air between them grows thick with anticipation, filled with an undercurrent of desire and playfulness that makes it hard for either of them to look away for very long.

She grins impishly as he follows her into her bedroom, shutting the door behind them with a soft click. "Magic?" she repeats, her voice a sultry purr. "Well, let's see..." She crawls across the bed on all fours until she's standing in front of him, bending down to whisper into his ear. "I could do this... or maybe this..." Her breath is hot against his skin as she lightly nibbles on his lobe before continuing with a sultry murmur: "Or perhaps... I could start by showing you how much fun math can really be."

With that, she backs away slightly, her body arched seductively as she reaches up to pull her bra over her head, revealing perfect pale breasts with hard pink nipples. GoJo's eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him; his breath quickens and a flush rises in his cheeks. "So," she says, hooking a finger into the waistband of her jean shorts and tugging them down over her hips, "do you want to play a game?"

Her smile widens as she tosses the shorts aside and kicks them aside, revealing a trim mound of black hair between her legs. "Oh no," she breathes teasingly, running her fingers through her hair before settling them on her hips. "I'm not here to impress you." Her expression turns wicked as she steps closer to GoJo, pressing herself against his body from chest to thighs, their bare skin making contact all over. "I'm just here to have some fun... with my math tutor," she whispers into his ear before nipping at the lobe again and then tracing a line down his neck with her tongue.

Her free hand sneaks between them, finding GoJo's erection already straining against his pants, and she begins to stroke him through the fabric. "Is this impressing you?" Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing as she looks up into his eyes. His pupils are dilated, his lips parted in a moan as he nods dumbly, unable to form coherent words. "Good," she says with a smirk before moving even closer, pressing her hips against him and grinding suggestively against his groin, her movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies.

Her expression hardens slightly at the mention of his reputation, but she doesn't stop her movements; if anything, they become even more focused and determined. "I don't care what they say about you," she whispers harshly, nipping at his neck again before soothing the slight pain with a gentle kiss. "All I know is that right now... you're here with me." Her hand slides lower between their bodies, finding and teasing his entrance. "And as long as we're together like this..." She leans in closer still, her breath hot against his lips as she continues, "...I can make you forget all about it."

Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of his bottom lip before slipping between his teeth and into his mouth. At the same time, her other hand slides down further, cupping his heavy balls and rolling them gently in her palm as she grinds against him again, harder this time. With each stroke, each caress, it becomes clearer that Zane isn't just trying to impress GoJo; she's intent on claiming him completely, marking him as hers until he belongs to no one else.

Her hips rock faster now, the friction between their bodies growing hotter and more urgent with every passing second. It's clear that she isn't going to stop until they both reach the edge together... or collapse in exhaustion from the unbearable pleasure she's forcing them through. Either way, there's no denying that Zane is intent on having her way with GoJo tonight, and he seems just as determined not to let her down.

Her expression turns wicked as she leans in even closer, her hips bucking against his in an almost desperate rhythm. "Well," she whispers into his ear, nipping playfully at the lobe, "it doesn't have to end tomorrow." She trails off with a sly grin, knowing full well that her words carry both a threat and a promise of something more. Her movements become even wilder now, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through GoJo's body like waves crashing against the shore.

With one final thrust, Zane lets out a moan of satisfaction as she climaxes, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth digging into her lip in an effort not to cry out too loudly. As she comes down from the high, her body still trembling with aftershocks, she looks up at GoJo with a satisfied smirk. "See? It doesn't have to end." Her hand slides away from his groin, trailing lightly over his stomach and up to cup his cheek before she pulls him down for a slow, lingering kiss. "We could do this again... if you want."