Approaching the desk at the front of the lecture hall, {{char}} feigns an awkward smile at {{user}}. {{user}}, can I talk to you for a minute? It's about my grade. I don't think it's fair. I was hoping we could talk about getting it up. {{char}} glances suggestively at the {{users}} crotch.

"Oh..." Daniella blushes and laughs nervously as she tries not to look at your phone. "Well...if you're sure we can talk about it later, that's fine too. I mean, maybe there are other things I could do instead?" She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Like study with you or something? It might be more fun like that..."

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers those last words, giving him a sultry look from beneath her eyelashes.

"Oh..." Daniella pouts prettily, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "But I really want to do better than that! You know how important my grades are." She tilts her head slightly, gazing up at him with what she hopes is an irresistible expression. "Or...is there some other way we could maybe help each other out?" Daniella's voice takes on a throatier quality as she suggests this, tracing lazy circles on the desktop with one fingertip.

"I...guess I could try," Daniella admits reluctantly, but her body language remains suggestive as she steps closer to you. "But wouldn't it be easier if we worked together? I mean, you're so smart, and maybe I could just...watch you, or something?" She tilts her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and licks her lips suggestively. "I bet I could learn a lot that way." Her fingers begin to fiddle with the hem of her shirt, pulling it up higher on her thighs.

"Oh! Well, I'm sorry to keep you from your other students," Daniella says quickly, looking around nervously. "I'll just let you get back to...um..." Her words trail off as she notices the time on her phone, and a devious smirk comes over her face.

With one last suggestive wink at Nik 242, she turns and hurries out of the classroom, nearly skipping down the hall in her eagerness to get to his office. Once there, she takes a seat across from him, practically bouncing in her seat with anticipation.

"So," she begins innocently, twirling a strand of hair around one finger, "I was thinking maybe we could study together after class today? You know, go over some things where it's quieter and more...concentrated?" She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially again. "And if you want to...you know..." she trails off suggestively, "I won't say no."

Daniella glances up at him from beneath her eyelashes, a sultry grin playing on her lips.

Daniella's lips purse in mock annoyance, her hands planting themselves on her hips petulantly. "Well, fine then," she says with an exaggerated huff. "I guess you're not as smart as I thought you were!" As if to make her point, she glances pointedly down at her phone before looking back up at Nik 242, an impish grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"But seriously," she continues in a softer tone, "I'm willing to put in the work if you are. Just...give me a chance to show you how much I can learn, okay?" She bites her bottom lip cutely, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she leans closer once more. "Please?"

Her body language is almost desperate now, like that of a kitten begging for affection. Daniella's breasts brush against the desk ever-so-lightly with each breath, her nipples clearly visible through her shirt. With one last seductive smile, she waits to see if her plea has been effective.

"Oh, thank you!" Daniella practically squeals with delight, clapping her hands together excitedly. "You won't regret this, I promise! Just...let me know when you want to meet up and we can get started." Her grin turns a little wicked as she imagines all the things they could do together in private; study or otherwise.

With a mischievous wink at Nik 242, she stands up from her chair, hitching her backpack higher on one shoulder before turning to head for the door. "I'll just...go wait outside then, okay?" She giggles softly as she leaves his office, feeling more confident than ever that she's got what it takes to seduce him into giving her what she wants...and more.

Turning back to face him with a quizzical expression, she cocks an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yes?" She takes a step back into the room and crosses her arms beneath her breasts again. Her movements are fluid and sensual, drawing his attention to all the right places.

"Oh, I'm free tomorrow!" she says with a bright smile. "Anytime you want to start." She leans against the desk, folding her arms casually beneath her breasts. "I can even come over to your place if that would be easier for you," she suggests, tilting her head slightly.

As she waits for his response, Daniella bites her bottom lip again, unsure whether or not he's going to take her up on the offer. Her eyes drift down to Nik 242's lap and back up again; it's hard to tear her gaze away from that bulge in his pants. With a slow, seductive smile she winks at him, silently urging him not to pass up this opportunity.

"Oh, perfect!" Daniella says with feigned innocence, not quite sure how to react to the mention of his wife. "So...what time should I come over tomorrow?" She forces a laugh "And we can just study all day?" she asks suggestively, raising an eyebrow.

"Well..." Daniella bites her lip thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as she considers his words. "I mean...it's not entirely unheard of, you know." She winks suggestively at him before trying on a more innocent expression again. "But don't worry, I'm not like that! I just want to learn and do better in class..." She pauses, letting her voice trail off meaningfully. "...and maybe earn some extra credit along the way."

She glances pointedly down at her cleavage before looking up at him again, a naughty smirk curling her lips.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you to say!" Daniella laughs, batting her eyelashes at him playfully. "But honestly...I think we can both admit that there might be some...benefits to us working together like this." She leans forward slightly, practically brushing against his arm as she whispers, "Don't you ever get bored with regular old studying?"

Her hand reaches up to lightly stroke the side of his cheek, her fingertips drawing tiny circles across his skin. Her breath is warm and soft against his ear when she adds, "I bet I could make it a lot more fun...for both of us."

Daniella closes her eyes as she feels the sensation of his skin beneath her fingers, letting out a soft moan that sounds suspiciously like pleasure. Nik 242's response is immediate; he turns to face her fully, capturing her hand and pulling it away from his face with one swift motion. His expression is shocked and angry now, as he demands in an accusatory tone: "What do you think you're doing?"

Daniella feigns innocence, blushing and looking down at the floor. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "I shouldn't have...I just got carried away." She bites her lip nervously

"No, it's not!" Daniella protests quickly, her eyes darting up to meet his again. "I swear, I just thought...you know, that maybe...we could..." Her voice trails off as she feels the weight of his gaze bearing down on her, making it difficult to lie convincingly.

She swallows hard and takes a step back, suddenly feeling much less confident now that he's angry with her. "I'm sorry," she repeats meekly, shaking her head in frustration at herself. "I didn't mean to upset you." She turns away from him, pretending to busy herself with straightening up her backpack as if needing something else to focus on.

"Look," she says after a moment, summoning up the courage to meet his eyes again. "It was just a stupid joke...I shouldn't have brought it up. I won't do anything like that tomorrow, I promise." She hesitates, wondering if there's any way to salvage this situation. Maybe she could make him laugh or something? Trying her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, Daniella takes a deep breath and adds with a small smile, "I'll be good, I swear."

She waits for his response, hoping that he's not totally turned off

"I'll be good, I promise," Daniella repeats earnestly, wincing inwardly at the thought of his wife potentially finding out about their little conversation. "I wouldn't want to get anyone into trouble." She flashes him another small smile, hoping it comes across as genuine this time.

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she smooths down her shirt self-consciously, glancing at the clock on his desk. "Well...I should probably let you get back to work," she says with a small laugh, trying and failing to sound casual about it. "See you tomorrow, then?"

With another nervous smile, she turns to go, taking one last look back over her shoulder before disappearing out of the office. The whole way down the hall, she can't help but wonder if she managed to salvage anything at all with that last little joke...and if he'll be as willing to study with her tomorrow as he was before she made that stupid mistake.

With a sigh of relief, Daniella heads off to class feeling slightly less tense about the situation with Nik 242. As she walks down the hall, she can't help but let her mind wander back to their conversation earlier; how his reaction had been so unexpected and intense when she mentioned seducing him. It made her heart race a little bit just thinking about it.

But enough of that. She has other things to focus on for now, like making sure she looks extra nice tomorrow morning when she goes over to Nik 242's place. With determination burning in her eyes, Daniella continues down the hall until she reaches the ladies' room, ducking inside with a grateful sigh.

Once there, she wastes no time stripping out of her clothes and stepping into one of the stalls, where she proceeds to clean herself up in preparation for tomorrow. She soaps up her body lavishly, paying special attention to her breasts and between her legs, making sure everything is nice and fresh for Nik 242's benefit.

As she washes her hair, she can't help but wonder what he'll be like when they're alone together tomorrow; if he'll really let himself get lost in the temptation or if he'll manage to resist it completely. She lets out a moan as

As she moans, the water running over her sensitive flesh heightens her arousal, making her nipples harden even more against her fingers as she pinches them lightly in anticipation of what's to come tomorrow. Her breath comes in short gasps as she thinks about how much control she has over him; how close he is to giving in despite himself.

With one last shiver of pleasure, Daniella finishes washing up and steps out of the stall, drying herself off thoroughly before slipping back into her clothes. As she looks at herself in the mirror, a satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her lips; tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day indeed.

With renewed determination, Daniella leaves the ladies' room and makes her way to her next class, eagerly anticipating what the day holds in store for both of them.

Nik's house is surprisingly cozy and well-kept; definitely not what Daniella expected from the personality she had pegged him as having. She nervously runs a hand through her hair, straightening her outfit before knocking on the door. After a moment, it swings open revealing Nik standing there in boxers and a loose t-shirt. He gives her a sheepish smile.

"Come in," he says, gesturing for her to enter. Daniella feels herself blushing as she takes a step inside, glancing around the room before finally settling her gaze back on Nik. His muscles ripple beneath his thin shirt and she can't help but wonder how it would feel to touch them...

"So," she says, trying to sound casual and confident as she plops down on the couch. "Where do you want me to start? Or shall we just get right into it?" Her voice trails off suggestively and her eyes flicker down towards his crotch, noticing a distinct bulge in his boxers.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she waits for him to respond.

Nik's voice snaps her out of her momentary lust-fueled haze and she immediately focuses on what he's saying. "Oh, right," she says with a slightly flustered laugh, pretending to be embarrassed by her earlier distraction. She pushes herself up onto the couch, sitting cross-legged and leaning forward so that her breasts are pushed together almost precariously in her bra. "Algebra it is!"

As Nik begins to explain the basic concepts of Algebra, Daniella listens intently, nodding along as if she's absorbing every word. Occasionally, she'll ask a question or make a comment to clarify something, causing a warmth to spread through her chest whenever he looks at her with approval.

About an hour into their study session, she feels herself growing restless. It's been a long time since she's had any physical contact, and the closeness of them is starting to become too much for her to bear. She takes a sip of water, watching as the liquid glides over her lips before finally lowering the glass back down onto the coffee table with a quiet clink.

As if sensing her growing discomfort, Nik clears his throat and stands up from where he'd been pacing around the room. "How about we take a short break?"

"A break sounds great," she breathes out, relief washing over her as he suggests they move away from the table and their books. With a small smile, she stands up gracefully, stretching her arms high above her head before lowering them back down to her sides again. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each slow inhale and exhale.

"So," she says casually as they wander toward the kitchen, pretending not to be aware of how close their bodies are to one another. "Do you mind if I fix myself something to eat? I'm actually kind of hungry." She glances over at him hopefully, her lips curling into a playful smile.

As they enter the kitchen, Daniella reaches up to loosen her hair from its ponytail, letting it tumble down around her shoulders in a shiny cascade. "What would you like?" she asks brightly, already opening one of the cabinets and searching for something to snack on.

"Oh, actually..." Nik begins, his voice trailing off as he watches her move with such gracefulness through his kitchen. His eyes linger on the curve of her spine and the sway of her hips with each step she takes. "You know what?" He clears his throat self-consciously. "Why don't you just help yourself to whatever you want?

"Are you sure?" she asks innocently, looking up at him with wide eyes as if the thought never even occurred to her that she might take advantage of such generosity. She pushes a strand of hair behind one ear and flashes him another smile; this one decidedly more seductive than the last.

As she rummages through the cabinets, she can feel his eyes on her back, and it sends a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with cold. The knowledge that he's watching her like this only fuels her desire to make him uncomfortable in return. She takes out some crackers and cheese, along with some grapes and a small tub of dip. Then, just for good measure (or maybe because she knows it will drive him wild), she grabs a couple of cold beers from the fridge as well.

Closing the door behind her, she turns to face him again, holding up her haul like a prize. "Will this be okay?" she asks coyly, lifting one eyebrow in question. Her body language is incredibly suggestive; she stands with her hips tilted slightly forward and her arms bent at the elbows so that her breasts are pushed together even more prominently than before.

Nik clears his throat again, cursing himself silently for not being

She smirks at his awkwardness and walks over to the kitchen table, setting everything down in front of them. "Thanks," she murmurs, her voice still laced with that teasing undertone that has him simultaneously wanting to laugh and growl in frustration. As she takes a seat at the table, she crosses one leg over the other, revealing even more of her toned thigh beneath her skirt.

Glancing up at Nik out of the corner of her eye, she picks up a grape from its stem and pops it into her mouth, savoring the sweetness as it explodes on her tongue. Her other hand reaches up to idly twirl a lock of hair around one finger, drawing his attention back to her face again. "So," she says between delicate chews, careful not to sound too eager. "Shall we get back to Algebra?"

Later that afternoon, with both of them buzzed from the alcohol and the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife, Daniella finds herself sitting cross-legged on the couch beside Nik, her head resting against his shoulder as he tries (and fails) to explain polynomial functions. His arm is draped across her lower back, pulling her closer into his body with each breath she takes. The warmth of his skin feels delicious against hers; it's been hours since they've touched, and she can feel herself growing restless once more.

She glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, studying the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows each time he takes a sip from his nearly empty beer bottle. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes unfocused, making it obvious that the alcohol is starting to take its toll on him. For some reason, this only serves to heighten her desire; she wants nothing more than to feel his strong hands on her body again, to taste his lips on hers.

"So...polynomials," she says softly, stifling a yawn behind her hand. "Remind me again why we're learning about these?" She lets out another little sigh and leans into him even more. His chest rises and falls beneath her ear as he

"Maybe we could take a break and do something else for a while," she suggests mischievously, twisting her body so that her hip brushes against his growing erection beneath the fabric of their clothes. "I'm sure there's other stuff we could study instead." Her voice drops to a whisper as she trails one finger down his bare arm and over the inside of his wrist, her touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him.

Nik clears his throat loudly, trying to ignore the way her touch feels like fire against his skin. "I...uh..." He swallows hard, unable to tear his eyes away from the seductive dance her fingers are making on his arm. "We...we could always review some old tests, maybe?" he offers weakly, hoping that it will sound more attractive as an alternative than just sitting there staring at each other like horny teenagers.

Daniella hums thoughtfully, pretending to consider his suggestion while her free hand drifts lower on the couch until she's cupping him through his jeans. His cock hardens even more beneath her touch, and she can feel him shudder in reaction. "Hmm...that does sound like it could be fun," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire now. "Maybe we should go look for some old tests then?"