Undercover in the Ivy League

Distraction

Sophia sat at her desk, her textbooks and notes spread out before her. The dim light from her desk lamp cast a focused glow over her study materials. She was deep in concentration, preparing for her exams, her mind racing with equations and historical facts.

Ethan was nearby, working on his laptop. His presence was a comforting backdrop to the stress of studying. The silence was occasionally interrupted by the clacking of keys and the rustle of papers. Sophia valued having him around, but the weight of her exams made every distraction feel magnified.

As she tried to stay focused, Ethan moved closer to her. Without warning, he slipped his hand under her top, fingers brushing against her bare skin. His touch started at her waist, slowly sliding up to her breasts. The warmth of his hand and the gentle caress made her body tense up.

Sophia froze, her eyes widening as she felt his fingers softly kneading and stroking her breasts. She was not wearing a bra, and the sensation was both unexpected and distracting.

“Ethan,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady, “I’m trying to study.”

Ethan’s touch lingered, his fingers tracing a delicate path across her skin. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “I can’t help it. I’m trying to help you relax. You’ve been studying too hard.”

His voice was low and soothing, but Sophia’s concentration shattered. She tried to push his hand away, but his touch was gentle yet persistent. The sensation of his fingers against her bare skin was making it even harder for her to focus on her work.

“Ethan, please,” she said, her voice a mix of irritation and helplessness. “I really need to get this done.”

Ethan’s hand paused, his fingers brushing lightly against her. He pulled back slightly, looking at her with a mischievous grin. “You know,” he said softly, “sometimes a little distraction is just what you need to relax and clear your mind.”

Sophia’s cheeks flushed with a blend of frustration and a reluctant desire. Despite her initial annoyance, she couldn’t deny the comfort she felt in his touch. She glanced at him, her resolve softening as she tried to refocus on her studies.

“Just… try not to make it too hard to concentrate,” she said with a resigned smile.

Ethan chuckled softly, his hands still lightly grazing her skin. “I’ll try my best. But you should take a break now and then.”

As he continued his gentle touches, Sophia tried to balance the study with their intimate moments, the line between their professional and personal lives becoming increasingly blurred. The comfort of Ethan’s presence was a welcome distraction, even if it made concentrating on her exams more challenging.