Too Hot to Focus

 
Pratik was terrible at accounts. Totally lost when it came to balance sheets and journal entries. I used to visit him in his room to help out, sitting close beside him on the floor while he tried to follow along.

That day, it was *crazy* hot. I wore just a loose t-shirt and my favorite short elastic shorts—no panties, obviously. I wasn’t trying to tease… not *at first*. But the way he kept glancing at my thighs every time I leaned over made it too tempting.

“Pratik,” I said, half-laughing, “you’re not even looking at the notes.”

He fumbled, flustered. “I-I’m trying…”

I smiled, slow and deliberate. “It’s so hot today.” Then, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts… and slid them all the way down. I stepped out of them completely, leaving them on the floor like they didn’t matter.

Pratik’s mouth dropped open. “Ashu… you’re… you’re actually naked?”

I shrugged like it was nothing, my bare ass fully exposed as I turned back toward the notes. “Yeah, my boy. It’s *too* hot to be polite.”

He didn’t say a word at first—just stared, frozen, eyes tracing every curve.

Then finally, in a breathy whisper, he said, “Damn… nice ass, Ashu.”

I giggled, looking back over my shoulder. “Glad you like it.”

Then I felt it—his hand, bold and shaky, grabbing a cheek. He gave it a squeeze, then a loud, confident *smack* echoed through the room.

I moaned softly, not from pain, but pure surprise. “So… should we continue with accounts?” I teased, bending just enough to drive him wild. “Or did you wanna study something else now?”