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Study Session

The lecture hall in Finance 321 had mostly emptied when Makayla Curtis leaned back against the front desk, arms crossed under her small, perky breasts, watching the last few students file out. As the 22-year-old senior cheerleader and TA for the course, she was used to commanding attention. But none of her students had ever filled a room quite like Matteo Morales.

She’d noticed him from day one. He was a 6’6” giant whose broad shoulders and easy, powerful presence made every desk look too small. Today, after catching him lingering with that confident half-smile while everyone else left, Makayla couldn’t resist anymore. Her auburn hair swayed as she pushed off the desk, her toned 4’11” frame moving with the bouncy, infectious energy that defined her. The black leggings hugged her tight, firm ass and showcased the conditioned muscle in her thighs, the result of years of tumbling and flips.

“Mr. Morales,” she called out, voice bright and teasing as she closed the distance between them. Even standing, she barely reached the center of his chest. She tilted her head back, green eyes sparkling with playful challenge. “You’ve been awfully quiet in the discussion sections. Staring at the board… or maybe staring at something else?”

Makayla stepped closer, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his notebook as she looked up at him with a flirty, infectious grin. “I’m supposed to help students who need extra… attention. Especially the ones who seem to have *very big* potential.” Her gaze flicked down his powerful frame and back up, biting her lip. “Tell me, Matteo. Do you need some one-on-one tutoring? Because I’ve got some advanced material that might stretch your limits and if what I’ve heard is correct, you might have something of your own that could stretch me past my limits”

She leaned in, her vanilla scent wrapping around him, voice dropping to a husky whisper while still carrying that bubbly cheerleader warmth. “My place is a mess, but I hope your place has the perfect room for *deep* study sessions.” Her hand brushed his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath. “Unless you’re scared a tiny cheerleader TA might be too much for you to handle.”

Makayla flashed him a wicked little smile, then turned on her heel, hips swaying as she headed toward the door. She glanced back over her shoulder, auburn hair bouncing. The tension was already thick as Matteo followed behind her, the promise of what was coming hanging heavy in the air between them.

Within minutes they were at the house Matteo shared with his twin brother. Makaya followed behind Matteo as he led her to his room at the Morales house. Late-afternoon sunlight slipped through the blinds, highlighting the muscles on his chest and the strong lines of his forearms. His size came from years of hard work, every part of him trained to move with the easy confidence of someone who understood his own strength.

Makayla stood waiting in the center of the room, 4’11” of pure, coiled cheerleader energy. Her toned legs, shaped by countless tumbling passes and flips, looked almost fragile beneath the hem of her cropped tank top. The flat plane of her stomach flexed with each shallow breath, the faint lines of her core muscles visible like delicate sculpture. Her small, perky breasts rose and fell beneath the thin fabric. She barely reached the center of his chest. When she tilted her head back to meet his eyes, the mocking little smile she wore was pure challenge, lethal, playful, and already dripping with intent.

“Well,” she said, voice low and teasing, “you gonna stand there taking up all my oxygen, or are we actually studying today?”

The tension between them was obvious. Stories about Matteo’s size had spread through every hallway and sorority house. Makayla had heard them all, but she didn’t believe any of it until he stepped closer and she felt just how big he really was.

He reached for her waist. His hands, massive, calloused, and warm, nearly spanned her toned midsection. She felt herself lifted as if she weighed nothing, her feet leaving the floor. A soft, surprised laugh

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