“Mon cherie, no, I have to study—mmpppggh!”

Mercedes Leblanc’s denials died as her lover’s lips crashed against her own, any further objections melting away in a sea of bliss. “God, your voice is so hot,” Rebecca Markham gushed. “Seriously, though, Mercedes, you need to take a break. You’ve been obsessively studying all week.”

“Only because I’m trying to make up for lost time!” the other woman retorted, unable to keep from blushing. She and Rebecca had been dating for little over a month now, and as much as Mercedes adored the beautiful brunette, she couldn’t deny that their relationship was a distraction from her studies. Every time she and Rebecca hung out in the latter’s dorm room to go through their readings or review their notes from past lectures, they got ten minutes of actual studying done, at best, before spending the rest of the night in each other’s arms. Her grades hadn’t suffered, not yet anyways, but Mercedes was far too devoted a scholar to dare risk that possibility. “Please, let’s just go for another hour, then we can—”

Again, her lover’s touch halted the flow of her words midstream, and a gentle nudge sent her sprawling on her back onto Rebecca’s bed, an outstretched hand keeping her from rising. “Or you can relax and stop stressing before you burn yourself out,” Rebecca insisted, straddling the other woman. It was a meltingly hot day, and the air conditioning in the dorms had never worked properly… or so the brunette sought to justify walking about her room in nothing but her black lace bra and panties. It was a real struggle to keep from gawking at her, and Rebecca clearly knew it, if the mischievous twinkle in her own blue eyes was any hint. “Besides, if you were really that interested in studying, you’d have gone to the library, where your sexy girlfriend wouldn’t be there to tempt you, hmm?”

Mercedes didn’t waste time with any denials, instead offering a resigned sigh and setting aside her textbooks, any further resistance to the idea melting away at Rebecca’s lips and tongue working their way along her slim neck and collarbone. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Hands shifted, and the straps of Mercedes’ blue cotton sundress slipped off her shoulders, exposing perky breasts to the brunette’s ministrations. “Well, that’s why you love me, isn’t it?”

The blonde couldn’t deny that either, any more than she could the joy of being with Rebecca, or the utter thrill of their lovemaking. With a groan, the two women sank into each other’s arms, their soft noises of pleasure muffled by their mouths clamped over one another in a passionate kiss, the day’s blazing heat forgotten. God bless you, Professor Stevenson. If it wasn’t for your insane class activities, I wouldn’t have this to look forward to…