"I keep telling you, there's no way I'm going to pass this exam. I give up." I slam my forehead down on the table, earning a disapproving look from the librarian. Caprice seems undisturbed.
 
"Quit being such a baby," Caprice whispers, going over her already boyish fingernails with an imaginary emery board. "It's only been fifteen minutes." I'm well aware - I'd been staring at the clock so intently, anyone would think I expected it to start undressing. "Besides, you can't afford to give up. You and I both know how bad your grades are."
 
"Don't lecture me."
 
Caprice twirls her megaphone dexterously around her wrist before leveling it at my head and pulling the trigger with an unpowered click. "Bang. You're dead."
 
"And don't shoot me, either."
 
"I wouldn't have to shoot you if you could remember what suborder bowhead whales belong to." She leans over the table and snatches my notebook away as I reach for it. "And no cheating!"
 
"It's not cheating, it's referencing. If I don't look it up, I'll just keep guessing until I get it right."
 
Caprice sighs heavily, standing from her seat to take the one next to me. She leans in close, nearly brushing against me as she traces my outline of the linnaean hierarchy with a slender finger. "There's a way to remember all of this stuff easily, you're just not focusing."
 
"Really? It's easy, huh?"
 
"Sure, you just have to find what works for you. Try a mnemonic device. Those help lots of people," Caprice says with an enthusiasm that grows with each word.
 
I want to say how like her it is to try and employ a tactic I know for a fact she just learned in an introductory psychology course, but I hold my tongue. For all her confidence, Caprice can be overly-receptive to little nudges like that. "Like what?" I ask, making a mental note that I really ought to stop encouraging her.
 
"Here. Look at the flow chart. Domain, kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, species. Dear King Philip came over for great s..." Caprice stops herself, turning beet red. "S-spaghetti." She turns to look at me, but doesn't seem able to make eye contact.
 
"Spaghetti, huh?"
 
She nods stiffly. "Yeah." She adjusts the zipper on her hoodie, loosening it slightly and fanning herself. Suddenly, she stands up. "Maybe I should get going." I grab her by the wrist and ease her back down into her seat.
 
"Relax. Stay."
 
"I... don't know if I should." Caprice reaches beneath the table and begins pulling coyly at my zipper. I know she can feel me swelling beneath the fabric as she pulls away slightly.
 
"Come on, how am I supposed to pass this exam without your help?"
 
"You have terrible study habits," she smiles, quietly unbuttoning my pants and loosely tugging at my member. "We'll have to fix that." I stifle a moan as Caprice begins to move her hand steadily and deliberately, each motion sending wave after electric wave of ecstasy through my body. To keep up appearances, she pretends to pour over my notebook with her other hand, though her hushed panting and rhythmic bobbing would give her away to anyone who caught a glimpse of us for too long.
 
"That feels... really good," I manage to whisper without grunting.
 
"Don't get used to it," Caprice pants back, her other hand moving from my notebook down to the seam of her own pants. "This is a one-off."
 
As we look down at the table blankly, in a poor effort to imitate studying, I feel Caprice lean in closer and closer to me, her warm, flushed shoulder brushing against my forearm and resting there as we both begin to sweat. Her shallow, steady pants grow quieter as her hand bobs up and down faster and faster. I begin to feel the end working its way up from my calves.
 
"C-Caprice, it's coming..."
 
"Shh," she hushes me. She continues to stroke me with greater and greater intensity, the pleasure welling up deep inside me and down to my waist. "Aaaand... there you go..." she whispers with a relieved exhale as I climax over the underside of the study desk and, inevitably, Caprice's hand.
 
I take a deep breath, rebuttoning my pants before anyone thinks to check on us. Caprice giggles, brining both hands out from under the table, one noticably strung up with something essentially mine. She licks both clean, giggling quietly to herself before standing up and walking back to the other side of the table.
 
"That was... incredible," I stutter.
 
Caprice takes up her megaphone with a still-glistening hand and pretends to yell into it. "Now, from the top!"