“Your handwriting is so neat,” said Molly, and Tori Zhang knew she’d snared her.

Tori had had her eyes on her busty classmate since they’d happened to sit next to each other at the start of semester. Molly was a freckled, short-haired redhead, a little plump around the cheeks and belly, but whose waist was deliciously narrower than her bust and hips. As Tori sat next to her in Biology 101, she fell in love with one of Molly’s adorable little habits. Whenever something fascinated Molly, she would lean forward and let her lips droop apart.

Her lips were parted right now as she stared at Tori writing out her notes. Molly leaned forward so Tori could stare down her cleavage in her sleeveless white shirt. 

The two had a pair assignment. Tori had decided they would study in her bedroom, where she knew no one would interrupt their study, or her plan.

People had always complimented her on her neat handwriting. This evening, as she sat shoulder to shoulder with Molly at her bedroom desk, Tori made her writing as neat as she had ever done. Molly gazed at the tip of Tori’s pencil marking every letter’s lines and curves with the slow fastidiousness of a medieval monk. Tori’s pencil glided over the page slowly, then slower, then so slow it took her ten seconds to write a single word.

Molly’s drool soaked into the paper. She was so absorbed by the handwriting that she didn’t even think to slurp her drool off her lip. It took all Tori’s self-control not to pump her fist.

“Oh, dear,” Tori said, softly and slowly, like a mother reading a bedtime story. “I need to erase that.”

She leisurely rotated the pencil in her hand and pressed the eraser to the paper.

“I love this eraser,” Tori said. “It erases so well. When I erase a word, there’s not a single trace of it left. Whatever I erase just vanishes. I can’t even remember what was there.”

She pressed the eraser to the number “19”. She rubbed and rubbed the pencil marks, and once she had blown the rubber shavings off the paper, Tori asked, “How old are you?”

The nineteen-year-old Molly shook with a dim spark of life. “Ahhhh.” She finally slurped the drool from her lip. “Ni… Um…”

“How old were you last year?” Tori asked.

“Eighteen…”

“How old will you be next year?”

“Twenty.” Molly was slightly nodding her head, smiling lazily, like she was getting all the answers right on a difficult quiz.

“And how old are you this year?”

And all that confidence drained from her face. “Uh…”

Molly’s eyes followed Tori’s eraser up the page. 

“Oh, no,” said Tori. “I’ve misspelled your name.” She dangled the eraser over the clearly and impeccably printed “MOLLY KING”. 

“It isn’t…” but as soon as Molly opened her lips, Tori was rubbing away Molly’s name until there was not a trace left.

“How do I spell your name?” Tori asked.

“It…” What even was Molly’s name? “It starts with a… N?”

“Oh, I remember.” Tori wrote out a name with all the care of a calligrapher.

“BOOBY BUMGARDENER”

“Did I spell your name right?” Tori asked.

For the life of her, Molly… Booby couldn’t think of any other way to spell her name. 

“Yeah… that’s right…”

“Booby.” Tori paused for a few seconds just to see if any doubt or uncertainty flickered over Molly’s face. None at all. Molly was drooling again.

“Booby, let’s do some yes or no questions.”

Tori slid some preprepared note paper onto the desk. She hid the lower part of the page with her left hand. She used her eraser to point out the question she had written in pencil at the top of the page.

“DNA stands for deoxyribonucleic acid.

YES / NO”

“Well,” said Tori. “Yes or no?”

“Yes…” said Molly

“Good.” 

Tori shifted her hand down the page to reveal the next question.

“RNA stands for rhinos nibble artichokes.

YES / NO”

“Wait. There’s a mistake.” 

Tori rubbed out the word “NO”. 

“There,” said Tori. “So…?”

“Uh…” said Molly. “Yes…?”

“So smart,” said Tori. “What does RNA stand for?”

“Rhinos…” Molly, at first, squinted her eyes and pursed her lips, so very confused. Then her consternation cleared, and a proud, little smile glowed on her face. “Rhinos nibble artichokes.”

“Good,” said Tori. “Ready for the next yes or no question?”

“Yes or what question?”

Tori shifted her hand down the page.

“It’s awfully hot and boiling in here.

YES.”

Molly’s eyes blurred and focussed and blurred again. Her shoulders slumped, and with a gaping jaw she took deep breaths, shuddering her whole body. She felt like she’d gone for a long walk on a thirty-five degree day.

“Yeah… So hot…”

Tori revealed the next question.

“Your top is so very warm and itchy.

YES”

“Yeah,” said Molly. She squirmed, twisting and squirming her upper body, as though ants were crawling under her top. She pinched at the hem of her top, just to let some cool air in, just to get that rough fabric off her skin. She tugged at her collar, and Tori could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Almost too eagerly, Tori shifted her hand almost to the bottom of the page, revealing:

“It’s just polite for guests to take off their tops.

YES”

Molly went red. Her cheeks were red. Her ears were red. Her breasts were a little flushed. Her deep, haggard breaths from the heat had become short, panicked snatches. She knew it was polite to take off her top in her host’s house, and it was so hot, and this top was so uncomfortable, but… but… 

Fortunately, Tori had accounted for this. She slid her hand off the page, and at the bottom of the page was one word.

“SHAME”

Tori put her eraser to Molly’s SHAME, and erased it, one letter at a time. With the S gone, Molly’s breaths grew slower. When the A vanished, only her ears were red. With the M gone, Molly had gripped the hem of her top with both hands, but she still wavered on whether to toss off this stupid, hot, itchy shirt. Tori erased the E.

Molly pulled off her top. Her nipples were swollen. Once Molly had placed her folded top on the desk, she took some tissues to dab at the tops of her breasts, and then between them, and then she rubbed her underboob. She tossed the damp tissue in the bin.

She’d broken her hypnotic focus on the pencil and looked Tori in the eye.

“Sorry. I was so rude,” Molly said. “I should have taken off my top earlier.”

“Oh, no, no, I get it,” said Tori. “With people you’ve barely met, it can be a bit shameful.”

“What-ful?”

“And my air conditioning’s broken.”

“Yeah.” Molly used both her hands to fan her face, her breasts, her pleasingly plump belly.

Tori noticed she herself was learning forward on her chair. She was gripping the edge of the seat between her spreading thighs. Her short, frilled skirt sunk between her thighs, only just hiding her panties.

Well, Tori thought, if Molly doesn’t know what shame is.

“And…” Tori bit her lip. “On days like this, my pussy just gets so hot.”

Tori pinched the base of her skirt and began to flap it, fanning her pussy, and flashing her pastel, blue panties at Molly. Molly blushed, but it wasn’t from embarrassment.

“Your pussy’s sweltering in those stuffy jeans, yes?” Tori asked.

“Yeah…” Molly was already squirming in her chair, digging her nails into her denim.

Molly watched Tori stand up and drop her skirt, and that was all Molly needed to feel she had permission to kick off these dumb jeans.

There was a little, dark patch of arousal on Tori’s panties. It had started when she’d gotten Molly entranced by her pencil. Now the patch grew as she watched Molly begin to pull down her jeans. Molly had wide hips. She couldn’t just slide them off. She had to tug and pull them down the roundness of her bum.

Molly had been in such a hurry to strip off her jeans, she’d forgotten she was wearing her boots. With her jeans down to her knees, she sat down again. Bending forward to untie her boots, Molly’s breasts dangled down and jiggled with her every move. Tori could see between Molly’s breasts her black panties.

Molly kicked off her shoes and pulled off her jeans. She let out a big sigh of relief as she flopped back in her chair. The wood between her thighs was shiny and moist. She still wasn’t cool enough. With an exercise book, she fanned her pussy, even pulling aside her black panties so the fanned air would puff over her shaved cunt.

“It’s still so hot,” said Tori, blushing head to toe, for her own reasons. Molly in front of her in only her panties, Tori somehow felt sluttier. Tori had only stripped off her skirt. She had her buckle-up black shoes on, her socks, and her button up blouse. She didn’t want Molly to feel the odd one out.

Tori unbuttoned her blouse. She was nowhere near as well-endowed as Molly, so it gave Tori a burst of pride when Molly’s eyes widened at Tori’s C-cups coming into view.

As Tori unhooked her bra and dropped her panties, she said, “Do you want to hear a great way to cool down?”

“Yeah,” said Molly, staring at Tori’s moist cunt.

Tori bit her lip in an attempt to look bashful, but she couldn’t keep her eager little pervert soul out of her roaming eyes. “Well… We can cool down by fingering each other’s pussies.”

Molly crinkled her nose, but her confusion just made Tori hornier. She knew how easily she could blow Molly’s confusion away.

“It just makes sense, yes?” said Tori. “Every single doctor knows the best way to cool down is getting someone to finger your cunt, yes?”

“Yeah…”

“Of course, I wouldn’t suggest this method if you were a boy,” said Tori. “But since we’re both girls, it should be fine.” She was biting her lip, and her nipples were stiff.

“Fine, yeah,” said Molly. She was already standing. “It’s so goddamn hot.”

Tori was a virgin. She’d kissed a girl once, but it was a little peck that lasted less than a second. So despite waiting for this moment all week, her muscles seized up as Molly approached her, breasts bouncing with her step, and pressed her flesh to Tori’s. Molly was so warm, and her finger…

Tori’s eyes fluttered back in her head, and she shuddered as each centimetre of Molly’s forefinger penetrated her snatch. Tori buried her mouth in Molly’s shoulder, moans muffling against Molly’s plump flesh, while Molly curled her finger in Tori.

“Go on,” said Molly. “Cool me down.”

Tori had almost forgotten how to move her limbs. Both of her hands had been digging into Molly’s back. She brought her hand between their bodies, bumping against and maneuvering around Molly’s wrist. Tori’s fingertips brushed the subtle stubble of Molly’s crotch. Tori found the gap, and she found the wetness, and she let her middle finger part the lips.

“Oh, thank god!” moaned Molly, like a slight breeze had blown over her. “Don’t stop.”

Tori ran her fingers up and down Molly’s lips, circling her. Molly swayed against Tori, pushing her pussy towards Tori’s fingers, begging her to go deeper, because it was still so damn hot in here.

Tori grinned manically into Molly’s ear. “You want it, yes?”

“Yes…” moaned Molly.

“You need it, you little sut, yes?”

“Yes!”

Molly’s canal opened around Tori’s finger, and Molly moaned, strands of Tori’s black hair sticking to Molly’s mouth. Pleasure jutting through Molly’s core made her own finger inside Tori tremble. Tori slipped a second finger into Molly, and Molly’s toes curled, her knees bent. Tori was sliding her two fingers in and out of Molly’s cunt, Tori’s own cunt drenching Molly’s finger as Molly’s fingers fucked her, and Molly’s breasts squished and squeezed against Tori. 

“Please,” said Molly. “Cool me down!”

Molly bit into the nape of Tori’s neck, as Tori’s fingers pressed against Molly’s clit. She begged Tori not to stop, and Tori rubbed fast, then slow, then hard, then soft, as Molly’s own fingers penetrated in and out of Tori. They were so close. They tensed against each other and groaned into each other’s cheeks.

Tori collapsed into her chair. Molly was still standing, hopping from foot to foot, fanning herself just a few more times. 

“God! That’s like a cold plunge,” she said.

Because they’d “cooled down”, they both got dressed. (Though Molly had to admit she felt oddly sweaty and sticky after cooling down so much.) Molly sat down at the desk again, ready to study.

“Could you just take a look at this.” Tori had laid out a scrap of paper on the desk. 

“THE LAST HOUR”

Before Molly could ask what that meant, Tori was rubbing it out. With each letter gone, Molly felt a little hazy, a bit more uncertain about why her nipples were so swollen, and her cunt was so wet, and why she felt so very satisfied. And once Tori had rubbed out the final R, Molly blinked.

“Um,” said Molly. “So what unit do you want to start with?”

Tori smiled at Molly. “I did a little bit of study before you got here. We can study whatever you like.”