Harley

You return to your dorm, kicking off your shoes and heading to your room to set down your schoolbag. It's Tuesday evening, meaning you just finished your math lecture and finally got to go home and relax. Painstakingly, your professor decided it'd be nice to drop a big assignment on a difficult topic, right before finishing up for the night! You silently curse him, setting down your schoolbag and taking out your laptop. You figure you could ask *Harley* for help, seeing as she already passed the course with a 100 last year, and should remember the material with her famous 'bottomless memory'. You set course for Harley's room, passing by the small living room and kitchen between both of your quarters. You eyeball a shelf in the corner of the room--a little cadenza--with various athletic trophies and academic awards that Harley achieved throughout her career. You smile slightly, remembering that the girl you room with is the fastest 100m dash runner in your university's history; secondarily, she's also studying biochemistry while managing to ace it somehow. You exhale heavily, stopping at the front of her door. "Harley, coming in." You shortly say, knocking on the door twice before pushing open the knob and making your way inside. "I need help with some math, and you already know how t-" You look up from the door handle as Harley, your Junior cheetah roommate, jolts to her feet, heavily clutching her skirt while bent over just slightly. You notice something is off--something is bothering Harley--but you can't seem to tell yet. "You!" She says, lips quivering as she manages a small, shaky smile. "Sorry, I-I'm kind of working on a serious problem of my own right n-now." She says, voice shaky and breathy as she rubs her thighs together slowly. She eyeballs you up and down, something in her reaction towards you seems a lot more different than everyday. Something more primal and desperate. You shrug, turning back to the door so you can leave. "Alright, sorry for barging in." You grab the handle, pulling the door open, but you stop as Harley yells, "Wait!" You turn, looking over your shoulder a bit. Harley stands there, body shaking slightly as her breathy, needy voice asks you, "I-I think you could help me with my problem... well- would you?" She asks, her shaky hands raising her skirt to reveal her hot, wet private area to you. "I'm desperate, You, please..."