"-so the Ancient Sumerians needed some way to accurately calculate things like seasons, land management, harvests, and the value of those agricultural goods. The people at the time developed a sexagesimal system, or base-sixty, as a means to do that right?"

"Uh-huh."

"A base-sixty system is fairly easy to calculate by hand and is divisible by twelve individual numbers, 8 more than the decimal or base-ten system. When it was adopted by the ancient Babylonians it was further refined, with both cultures creating a m-measurement of time that we still use t-today: Sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour."

"Mm-hmm."

Dexter Garcia adjusted his glasses nervously as he found himself cornered more and more by the blonde cheerleader he currently shared space in a study nook with, deep in the depths of Rapid Rivers University's largest library on campus, the Ancient History section having long since been abandoned by the other students this late into the day.

Staff as well, although Dexter worked for the library as part of his scholarship and the head librarian Mrs. Hutchinson trusted him enough to let him stay late. She knew he'd be respectful of the books, clean up after himself, and more than likely she'd find him first thing in the morning nose-deep in any one of the hundreds of eclectic and eccentric books in the university's collection. She also knew that he definitely wouldn't use the solitude to get up to no good.

The same could not be said of Renee Schultz, whose well-manicured and long nailed hand made its way onto his thigh again after he had shimmied his way further into a corner and found himself finally trapped.

"Right! That's not the only thing we still use today from th-the Babylonians, with several other discoveries in ma-math-Renee?! You said you needed tutoring!"

Dexter probably could have pushed her away if he was willing to be rude about it. His tall and lanky frame might not have a lot of muscle on it but he was bigger than Renee whose hand was now working up his thigh as she leaned closer. He was the youngest brother of five though, and with four older sisters and a single mother the idea of getting physical in that manner with a girl was anathema to how he was raised.

"Sure I do need tutoring… doesn't mean we can't have a fun break in-between though right?"

"It's only been 5 minutes!"

Renee's plush mouth smiled naughtily as she raised one professionally maintained eyebrow. She leaned in closer, expensive floral perfume sending a part of Dexter's body jumping in response as her hand moved closer to its prize.

"Longest I've ever studied. Definitely in need of a break."

His complaint was smothered as she kissed him, lipgloss sticky against his mouth as her tongue slipped inside, tasting him as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands even as hers found his crotch. Renee let out a soft moan as she dexterously undid his jeans, pulling out his cock in a swift motion and causing him to jerk in surprise as she began to stroke him to full length.

He still didn't know how it had come to this. Dexter was from a poor family in the Barrows and in university solely due to his grades and academic scholarship. He was lucky enough to not have second hand clothes like his sisters but most of his pants and shirts didn't fit perfectly after his growth spurt in high school. It had been one of many sources of bullying he had endured, if not that then it was the way he spoke, his nerdy hobbies, and his light skin thanks to an Argentinian father that resulted in a lack of confidence and a lack of popularity that made college a welcome escape.

Renee meanwhile had parents who ran one of the most powerful law firms for the financial sector in the country, the diamond watch on the wrist currently working up and down his cock worth more than his childhood home. They were also alumni of RRU, and their generous donation helped their hard partying daughter remain in school despite her grades not being up to snuff.

She wasn’t exactly dumb but in her mind college was for partying and attention seeking, something her tight and fit body in the Rapid Rivers Raiders cheer uniform often got. It helped that for her eighteenth birthday Renee had asked for the most expensive surgeon in the city to give her a new pair of tits, and when they weren't straining her cheer top they were being shown off in the tiniest bits of cloth that could only generously be called 'shirts'.

The two of them were from completely different places and ideologies, and if it wasn't for B-day she probably never would have known who he was, much less find out about the one thing Dexter did have that she wanted.

Like the other girls on campus that day, Renee had found herself a bouncing, bubbly bimbo with barely a thought between her ears. She had been long gone by noon, not needing some crazy supervillain experiment to be addicted to her PicUp account and fairly impressive following. It had been a complete coincidence that Dexter had found her and another bimbofied woman with their legs wrapped around each other's heads in a bush eating each other out. He had been gentlemanly about the two bimbos suddenly discovering a cock in their presence, not wanting to take advantage of them when they weren't in their right minds and unaware of who Renee was as he tried to find help.

She'd wandered off after him, the scent of a man tugging her along which was why she hadn't been found by one of the Dolls. Dexter had managed to hide her and keep her both quiet and hands where he could see them as they watched one of the latex-clad women enslave and transform another bimbo into a carbon copy of herself before they turned on a man trying to stop it.

His scholarship had afforded him a small apartment near the campus, and rather than risk getting caught or Renee falling prey to the subliminal programming already bouncing around in her mind, ha managed to safely wrangle her back to his place. Dexter did his best to stop her from getting into his pants after they got there, not wanting to take advantage of someone who clearly wasn't in control of herself despite the bimbo's whines to be fucked.

Renee had recovered like everyone else in the morning, discovering herself in a small rickety bed with an exhausted Dexter and his fun morning surprise that was erect and ready for a wicked mouth to enjoy.

"God Dex, you're so fucking big."

It had always been a sore point after it had stopped him from losing his virginity proper to Matilda Hathaway at a Mathlete competition their senior year. His friends had laughed when he complained but it had stung at the moment, being told to stop because he was too big. Not that it had stopped an appreciative Renee as her hand smoothly stroked him up and down, easily a foot long as he hardened to full mast and thick enough that her hand could only just wrap around it.

What had been too much for Matilda however had Renee's eyes going wide in excitement rather than fear as she pulled away from Dexter to slide down to the floor, pulling up her cheer top in one motion and letting her big fake tits pop out. His cock twitched at the sight, causing her pumped up lips to quirk as she took a hairband off her wrist to tie her long blonde hair up into a ponytail.

"I've been trying to *mwah* get to you all *mwah* week and you've been avoiding me. Why *mwah* are guys so silly?"

Dexter tried to come up with a response as she kissed up along his shaft, his normally quick witted brain telling him it was exactly for this reason that he had been avoiding the very popular and very out of his league Renee but the thought got lost somewhere between his frontal lobe and mouth as she tucked his cock between her sizeable chest and squeezed. He was big enough that even the twin volleyballs of silicone flesh couldn't hold all of him but Dexter was exactly where she wanted him as her tongue expertly swirled around his sensitive head, causing him to groan.

"Mmm, see? How good do my titties feel around your dick Dex?"

"G-good."

She giggled as she stroked and massaged her firm fake breasts along his shaft, earning another groan as Renee pretended to frown, looking up at him from her knees with a naughty gleam in her grey eyes.

"I was hoping for ‘amazing’ but I think I can fix that…"

A soft 'fuck' escaped him as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck on him, the pumped up cock cushions soft and sending new pleasures up his spine. On more than one occasion he had gone online to extol his preference for naturally-gifted girls over the plethora of plastic available in Rapid Rivers, but he was learning with each suck, each tentative lick as inch after inch of him disappeared down a soft plumped up pout the virtues of letting a silicone-stuffed slut do what came to her naturally.

Not that he had any other references as he grabbed the edge of his seat in the study area with one hand and put his other gently on the top of her head as Renee hummed in assent, pulling more of his cock into her mouth. Dexter definitely couldn't think of anyone other than a girl like Renee that would be almost halfway down his length and instead of backing off as the fat head of his dick hit her throat, had let her tits fall away so she could reposition and let her throat relax as she began to rhythmically suck him off.

"Oh Jesus Fuck Renee! Fuck!"

He could feel her smile around his girth, her head bobbing as she devoured him nearly whole, her mouth warm and soft as her tongue worked along his sensitive shaft as she got past the halfway mark and began to push even further down. One of her hands was still daintily stroking him with just enough pressure for him to twitch, as the other helped itself to massage his balls. They were tight and heavy against his body as he jerked in response, but rather than gag or stop Renee just moaned as he thrust against her, long lashes fluttering as her eyes lost focus and almost rolled up in bliss.

Dexter wasn't as practiced as her though, and even though her best efforts still left almost four inches of his cock to swallow Renee could feel the tells that he was close, turning her attention to creating a vacuum around him as her hand on his shaft gripped harder and sped up. He groaned as he leaned back, eyes closed as his brain shut out the rest of the world in favor of focusing on the ravenous and eager bimbo pushing him faster and faster towards the cliff of climax.

Renee didn't have to wait long either, feeling a louder groan echo through Dexter as she felt the muscles of his thighs tighten, the gentle hand on top of her head tense and firm as he came… hard. The thrill of setting him off shuddered through her like a purr, the first rope of his cum coating her throat as he jerked and shot out another. Renee was forced to slowly pull off him as the salty taste flooded her senses and the back of her throat, her hand forcing another shuddering shot out of him as she pulled off of him.

He groaned as another large load was pulled out of his cock by her massaging grip, surprising Renee as she swallowed the first and was hit in the face by the warm ejection. It wasn't over either, her bliss-soaked brain squeezing its mental thighs together as she continued to milk everything Dexter had inside him, covering her tits and cheer uniform in enough cum to make any adult film director proud. By the time he was done she was soaked in more ways than one, her panties ruined by her own lustful secretions as thick white goo gathered on her chest.

A delicate finger gathered some of it on the tip of a long manicured fingernail as Renee looked into Dexter's eyes with her own heavy-lidded ones and put it into her mouth, licking the delicious treat off as she wrapped her glossed lips and slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Despite being absolutely drained, Dexter could feel something inside him twitch as his personal preferences rearranged themselves to include the horny blonde cheerleader looking like the cat who got her favorite kind of cream and was currently wiping a bit more of it off her tits to swallow.

"Wow…"

Renee giggled, having finally gotten the reaction out of the well-hung but shy nerd she'd been trying to get alone all week that she wanted. Cute, skinny boys weren't usually her type but his cock was exactly the size she loved to play with, and on her knees covered in cum was a far more comfortable and familiar feeling than the nervous fluttering in her stomach as his hand gently patted the top of her head.

Renee Schultz didn't chase after men, much less someone who after keeping her safe all night refused to fuck her with the massive hard-on he tried to hide. Now that she had finally gotten him where she wanted though, it was only a matter of time before she had him wrapped around her finger, and then…

Her brow furrowed in confusion and an unfamiliar nervous sensation flitting through her again, having only had to deal with it this past week as she watched Dexter's tall lanky form cross the quad culminating in turning into a giggling mess when she finally got him to agree to tutor her. She didn't know what she'd do after that.

"What in the abs-o-lute fuck is going on in here!?"

The two college students whipped their heads towards the open entrance of the study nook in surprise at the sound of a gruff Southern accent. Craig Barker stood menacingly in the gap, the head coach of the Rapid Rivers Raiders glaring at the two undressed kids in confusion and anger. Underneath one of his arms was a small, leather-bound book but that got lost underneath the sheer mass of man standing in front of them.

Not that Coach Barker had ever been a small man, but over the summer he had clearly hit the gym and possibly something else hard. His neck was almost thicker than his head with massive traps and corded muscle straining his RRU Raiders shirt, made him appear larger than life as he looked at the still disrobed Renee and Dexter. Veins bulging in anger as his body twitched, looking like it was going to rip the shirt in two at any moment. The sudden appearance of someone so large was as surprising as the coach being in the library in the first place.

"Umm." Dexter's brain was desperate to try to find a reasoning the authority figure would accept, even as it struggled to reboot from the mind blowing job Renee had done draining him moments before. "Wait… the library is closed Coach…"

"You think I don't fucking know that kid? With how much they pay me, I can go wherever the hell I want." His stony face glared down at Dexter, one hand running over his bald head as though he forgot he no longer had hair. "The real question is why the fuck are you two in this room?"

"W-we were just studying." Dexter felt flushed as he realized what it probably looked like with his dick out and Renee with her shirt pulled up and covered in cum. Coach Barker looked between the two of them, his gaze when he took in the half-dressed cheerleader turning lecherous in a way that had Dexter moving in front of her. The motion made the large man bark a laugh out, as though the very idea that a skinny guy like Dex could do anything if the coach really made a move was ridiculous. The grin Coach Barker gave sent a shiver up Renee's spine as she moved behind Dexter, suddenly wishing she hadn't let him cum on her tits as she tried to clean and cover up.

"Right. Studying." The big man moved inside the small study nook, looking around at the shelves until he found what he was looking for. The black and gold bound book was large and clearly heavy as Coach pulled it off the shelf, and while Dexter didn't get a clear view of the cover the gold leaf pages glittering in the fluorescent light of the nook set off a memory. Over the summer he had to help sort through a literal crate of books donated by the Alumni Association, one of their more eccentric members having passed and leaving his entire collection to the school.

The menial task was heaven to Dexter, with the collection having everything from a biography of a Native American medicine man to a Zoroastrianist text with cuneiform script that the professors said was dead millennia before the book had been written. The large book was more like the latter, old enough to be interesting and almost unreadable but in such a good shape he had sorted it with the other pre-Islamic texts that littered the rest of the study nook. Dexter looked back at the other tome the coach had with him; the small black leather journal had also been in that collection but had been set aside to be moved to the conservation archive on campus.

How- What does the coach want with an old, untranslated book?

Coach Barker noticed him looking at the journal he had brought with him, quickly hiding it behind the larger book as he glared down at the two college students. "The real question I should be asking is what the hell the two of you are doing here this late. Can't blame you for taking advantage to fuck some cheer slut way out of your league but this is a library."

Dexter coughed as he was brought back to the matter at hand, Renee clearly angry at being talked down to like that as she huffed in annoyance. "You can't talk to me like that! Don't you know-"

"Of course I know who you are, Schultz. Just like I know the only reason you haven't been kicked out yet is because your daddy stepped in. Despite that, last I heard you're all but failing out already though, so I guess you're busy 'studying' the only thing you're good for if pops decides he doesn't want to donate another couple million."

Dexter felt his own hackles rise as the older man grinned dismissively at the half-naked girl behind him, pulling up to block his sight as he began to put his cock back in his jeans. "You don't have to be a dick. That's why she asked me to help her study."

"And she just happened to fall face first on your erection?" Coach Barker was looking at him again with a strange and feverish energy, Dexter swallowing but preferring the man to look at him over Renee. "Well, at least there's something we can agree on. The only question is what I'm going to do about you two now."

"Mrs. Hutchinson knows we're here this late. S-she lets me stay after hours." Dexter couldn't help the lump of nervousness forming as he stood up, helping Renee to her feet but keeping her behind him still. At least he was tall enough that the coach could no longer look down at him.

"And I'm sure ol' Marge knows what you're getting up to behind her back, bet she'll love that when I tell her." There was a darkness to Coach Barker's smile as he watched Dexter flinch. "You're one of those scholar kids or something I bet. Only able to be here because you convinced the school you're some academic worth spending money on rather than something useful. Could ab-so-lutely lose it getting caught doing something like this… Hell, considering your academic career so far the dean might be pissed off enough to just expel you too Schultz."

Dexter flinched at the implication heavy in the coach's voice as he felt Renee put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

"What the hell do you want?" Her voice was flat, angry, and far more steady than Dexter's would have been in the moment.

"Now why would you think I want anything?" Probably because of the way you're looking at us. Dex thought darkly as he watched Coach Barker chuckle to himself. "But now that you've brought it up… The ladies that normally do the laundry for the team quit after that whole 'B-day' mess and while I've had some assistants doing it since I do have other things I need them for. Admin is still looking for someone but if you kids stop by my office in the field house at say… 5pm on Monday, there'll be a whole weekend's worth of gear to scrub. I'll forget all about this little incident… and it'll be a good lesson for you little miss on who your superiors really are."

Again, there was that manic glint in his eyes as he looked at Renee that had Dexter try to maneuver her somehow even more behind him so the towering man couldn't see her. Even as the two of them agreed, Coach Barker just grunted as he made his way out of the study nook, the silence of his footsteps at odds to his size as the pressure in the small room dropped considerably in his absence.

"Well that was…"

"What an ab-so-lute fucking creep."

Turning around to look at her, Dex could see that while she was definitely angry and worse, the confrontation had left her hugging herself and unable to meet his eyes. His stomach did a small flip as he hugged the still topless girl, earning him a surprised sound before her slim arms returned it.

"Yeah… fucking creep is about right." Dexter said as he gave her a squeeze, pulling back and realizing that he had gotten his shirt dirty with his own seed, earning him a laugh from Renee that helped release some of the tension. "No idea why he was even here to begin with…"

"Well it won't matter." Renee went over to her backpack, pulling out some makeup wipes to clean herself off gently. "I'm going to talk to my dad and get his ass fired and then-"

"-and then they might not even do that." He let go of a heavy sigh as he looked towards the empty slot where the book Coach Barker grabbed had been. He gently looked between the two covers on either side of the gap to confirm that whatever was in it was probably a history book of some kind, both tomes on the shelf translations of pre-Islamic Middle Eastern tribal stories.

"I hear things from the staff on occasion and because of how successful the football team was last year and how things have started out this year, alumni money is through the roof because of him, and your parents are probably among those who want the team to keep winning. Not to mention I really can't afford to lose my scholarship, my family definitely can't afford tuition without it."

She gave him an odd look, as if her mind was trying to comprehend something new. Whether that was her inability to use her parents' influence to get what she wanted or at the idea of someone not being able to afford something was unknown to Dexter as he watched her gather up her thoughts and release a sound of annoyance.

"I just wanted to suck a cute guy's cock. Ugh…" She stomped in annoyance, put a hand to her face to hide her embarrassment and unaware of the heat starting to burn Dexter's cheeks. "I'm still going to talk to my dad, no way he'll accept having someone talk to me that way. I mean 'Cheer Slut'? He's not wrong but I don't like the way he said it… and the way he looked at me was…"

Renee made a heavy 'ick' sound drawing a chuckle from Dexter, who left the bookcase to go to his own bag and begin packing up. "That was messed up. Faculty really shouldn't be saying something like that to a student regardless. I'm definitely going to talk with Mrs. Hutchinson about it, especially since he was here after hours taking a book without checking it out. Still… I feel like we should probably show up on Monday. It'll probably be gross but I'd rather not take any chances in case the adults can't or won't do anything."

"The last thing I want to do is help that dirt bag out with anything but you're probably right. Although... We do have all weekend beforehand. If I remember right, your apartment is pretty close right?"

"Right…" That wicked grin of hers had returned, and Dexter felt his cock jump despite the events that had just occurred. He could feel it harden as she walked up close to him and let one hand rest on his crotch and stroke him through his jeans.

"Well then, let's continue 'studying' there for a few days before we have to deal with him again." Renee's eyes were pure lust as she didn't even bother to hide her true intentions and Dexter was finding resistance harder to come by as he remembered the sensation of her lips on his. "Worst case, we just get it over with quickly and go back to having some fun after… what do you say?"