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 My Sexy Math-lete First time doing the Math Major virgin in a dorm room. Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't my major, but in my first semester of college I took the standard calculus course everyone in science and engineering takes. I thought I was picking it up fairly well because I could do the homework, and spent more time on my other courses. Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just after lunch, and I was shocked. As I stood there looking at the red numbers; 63. Nearly a failing grade, I heard the girl next to me say, "Looks like you maybe got a little overconfident, Jack?" I hadn't wanted her, or anyone else to see the pathetic grade. She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with the second week. She tossed her shoulder-length brown hair back and looked up at me. Until now I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her, even though there weren't many girls in the class, or, for that matter, in this entire university. Pam was quiet, up til now. She was short, at least 40 pounds overweight, and had some self-confidence issues. Her glasses were thicker than mine. But for all that, she was pleasant and friendly, when I talked with her at all, and even more so now that she could see the lousy grade I had gotten. I found that odd; I would have expected she would gloat a little, or not say anything. She showed me her test, with a 98 on the top. She said she had screwed up on one problem. I folded my test in half so nobody else could see the grade; and said, in a low voice that conveyed my disgust with myself and wouldn't be audible too far away, "I screwed up on nearly half of them," and I looked away. I could feel her looking up at me, so I turned back to her. Her deep brown eyes seemed to search mine. "Do you want a little help? I used to do tutoring when I was in high school," she offered, and touched me on the arm. I looked back at her, and down; she was at least a full head shorter than me. My first thought was, "Great. She's thinking of me like some dumb kid." I said, "I don't know, Pam. I think I'll go back to my room and have a look at it, myself." I did that, and by dinnertime I was starting to think that maybe I wasn't all that good at math. Everyone had told me college would be a different game, and now I was made painfully aware of just how different. The scary part was that one of my scholarships required me to maintain a 3.5 GPA or I would be out of there with nowhere to go. Literally. It was too late to go to an easier school, or a less expensive state university, and I had no home to which I could return to, lick my wounds, and try again. I went down to the cafeteria at 6:00, my usual dinnertime, and Pam was at a table with her roommate and another student. She motioned me over, and since my usual group wasn't there, I could hardly refuse and sit by myself. It was a Friday night, so probably half the student body was off campus for the night, if not the weekend. I put my tray down across from hers, since she had called me over, and sat down. I was glad she didn't say anything about the test. She and the others talked about weekend plans and movies, and she asked what I would be doing. "I'll be studying, and I have to work half a day tomorrow." I had a job in the library, shelving books. The other girls left and Pam reiterated her offer to help me with math. After a little consideration, I agreed to go to her room later and work with her. It couldn't hurt, and she was very smart. I spent another 30 minutes in my room after dinner going over one particular ratio problem, and although I got the right answer I had to admit to myself that I didn't really understand it. What got me was that I had done the assigned homework perfectly, but the test was much harder and the professor counted tests much more heavily than homework. I gave up and walked down the stairs, across the quad, up the stairs, and found the dorm room where Pam lived, and knocked. She answered quickly, smiling. She was wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons undone. I could see the cleavage between her huge breasts, and that threw me off for a second. I'm a sucker for breasts, and cleavage is a big turn-on, although I didn't expect to be turned on by her. I recalled that she had been wearing a sweatshirt at dinner, her more usual attire. College girls dress just as grungy as guys, unless they’re “on the prowl”. “Happy weekend, Jack. Congratulations on making it through the week, although I happen to have witnessed a nasty battle scare this afternoon.” She winked. “I’ll bet there’s probably a simple oversight in one of your steps. I’m thinking we can work a couple of the test questions and compare our steps. What do you think?” “I hope so.” I said. "My confidence really took a hit, today.” “I’ll do everything I can to restore your confidence, quickly.” ...
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