10 Waiting for Results [1]

Seven days had passed since the SAT exams, and I had shifted my focus to making some money by tackling math questions from undergrads and even some graduate students.

It was like a hustle, but it had me learning more than I ever thought would be possible in such a short time.

I have figured out that every time a new blue comet appeared in my dreams, it was like a turbo boost for my IQ.

Naturally, this piqued my curiosity. I started digging into what the heck was going on. I skimmed through a bunch of medical papers, but I could only find ones where people gain bizarre talents after getting zapped by lightning...

That was as far as it went. This was uncharted territory.

In the midst of raking in over 200 bucks on that website (let me tell you, it ain't a cakewalk – I had to tackle over 200 questions in a single week to pull that off), I embarked on a math learning frenzy.

I delved deep into the world of Differential Equations, and I'm not just talking about the basics – I was solving complicated systems of partial differential equations that even had engineering students scratching their heads.

I ventured into the uncharted waters of Abstract Algebra, took a spin through a topology course, and even dipped my toes into probability and statistics. The latter, let me tell you, was a rollercoaster ride. Modern theories in stats? It was like tackling a hefty sandwich.

But here's the thing – yesterday, the third blue comet showed up in my dreams, and it was like a floodlight beaming down on all that statistical murkiness.

Theorems involving triple integrals? Yeah, they can get a bit dicey, but I was seeing through them like a hot knife through butter.

Who knows how far this rabbit hole goes? But one thing was for sure – I was on a wild ride, and I was making every fuc*ing second count. MIT, here I come.

'Motorola!'

"Why didn't I change this horrible sound!" I muttered to myself in frustration.

Then, out of the blue, a message popped up on my phone: "Hey, are you free tonight? Maybe we could go out. You need to finally explain to me how the hell you're answering all my questions correctly."

It was Olivia. Over the past few days, our relationship has taken some leaps. I'd invited her out for coffee, we'd hit up the cinema, and we even had a blast at an amusement park. Along the way, I'd learned a bunch about her, and the most intriguing revelation was that she was a genius in her own right.

She wasn't just a regular student; she was taking on an extra load. This girl was juggling four additional math courses in high school, plus attending university lectures for extra points.

Our conversations had shifted significantly, revolving mainly around math. My brain had undergone a dramatic transformation, and I found myself itching to delve into complex topics. Olivia, well, she was the perfect conversational partner

Although just the day before, she could keep pace during our discussions, something had changed. I had surged ahead, filling in all the gaps for her. It was like I'd crossed some intellectual threshold, and it left her a tad taken aback.

"Sure thing... Actually... My apartment's gonna be totally empty tonight. What about swinging by?"

It took a while, but I got a message back

"Cool, I'll be there at 7"

Hmm... interesting, what took her so long?

...

Three hours later, the chime of the doorbell echoed through my apartment. I sprang to my feet and made my way to the door. I slowly swung the door open.

"Hey!"

"Hi, Max!" she exclaimed, practically lunging at me, wrapping her arms around me in a warm, tight hug.

She walked in wearing a striking red tank top that showcased her belly, and her figure-hugging tight short jeans accentuated her curves. Her makeup was subtle yet enchanting, and her blonde hair was neatly tied up behind her back. At the door, she slipped off her white sneakers, leaving her clad only in black socks.

She smelled nice and refreshing. Did she have some sort of agenda?

"Come on in. Alex is out doing his pro tryouts, and my other roommate's off on a book tour," I mentioned as we made our way toward the couch.

"Wine!" Olivia exclaimed, her face lighting up.

"Yeah, semi-sweet. I never asked if you're a beer person, so I went with wine instead."

"So... this roommate of yours, what kind of books does he write?"

I chuckled. "Eh, you probably don't want to know."

Her mischievous grin widened. "Oh, are they smut novels?"

"Something along those lines."

We spent a while chatting about everything and nothing, sipping on wine. But before long, the main topic of conversation came to the forefront.

"So, Max, what's the deal with the way you acted yesterday? It was like you got a dose of enlightenment or something. I felt like I was talking to a completely different person," Olivia asked, her words slightly slurred from the wine.

I took a sip and leaned back, ready to spill the beans. "Well, two days before high school ended, I had this dream. A blue comet streaked across the sky. The next morning, I woke up, and it was like I could suddenly see math problems in a whole new light. The day after that, it got even clearer, and as the days passed, more comets started appearing in my dreams. Every time they did, it was like a surge of brilliance, making things crystal clear."

"Holy fuck," she exclaimed, and we fell into a thoughtful silence for a moment.

"Maybe you should've gone for medicine then? You know, figure out what's happening to you," she suggested.

I shook my head. "Well, I'm worried that if I go down that road, I'll become some sort of lab rat. I'd rather not be a guinea pig for anyone's experiments."

Now that's not what I really thought... I lived in USA after all, no one is gonna experiment on me, I made a blog about it after all... Though knowing what I know now, that blog turned out to be a bad idea, but at that moment... playing victim had its positive sides

Olivia saw my worried look and smiled at me "Hey! Don't worry I'll keep quiet about this..." then she leaned over and kissed me.

I smiled and licked my lips. I liked it and the hormones going through me were not that much under control. "Is this how you plan to keep my depression away?"

"Well... I'm not only good at singing. I can also keep your morale high."

"You know, I still think being smart is such a hassle. I'm just feeling really depressed about it."

Olivia waggled her eyebrows at me. She shifted on the couch and crawled over me. This time the kiss lasted a whole lot longer. Then she sat back down on her heels. "Feeling better now?"

"Slightly, but you know, it comes and goes. I think I might need more treatment" I reached out and tugged her towards me. She crawled back on top of me, and I stretched out. We began kissing again and this time I slipped her a little tongue. Oliva responded immediately and our tongues began dancing. 

I got a bit bolder and began moving my hands around her back. She had a small bra under the very thin tank top. I followed by moving my hands to the sides and the front.

She didn't complain and simply moaned louder when I began touching her through the tank top. Her face was flushed. I was breathing pretty hard as well.

We French kissed for several minutes and I could tell that she was becoming very aroused. 

She lay on top of me. Her eyes closed as she squirmed around, rubbing herself across me. I might not understand women well, but even I knew to move forward.

I began rubbing her back, slowly running my hands down her back to her short jeans and then back up. I could feel her quiver in response. Olivia moaned even louder, moving feverishly, she even began to hump my leg.

I brought my hands up along her sides and then slowly brought my right hand to her front, holding it against her right breast. She shivered and kissed me harder and then she pulled away slightly

"Oh, God..." She opened her eyes and looked at me.

I smiled and then began nibbling on her lips and then her cheeks, slowly moving down her neck. She was furiously humping her pelvis at me.

I spent some time working on the sides of her neck, before moving to her throat, at this point, I reached out and took off her tank top.

Now I was kissing the tops of her breasts above the bra, Olivia didn't have big breasts, but what she did have was soft and warm. I smiled at her as I undid her bra.

She sighed and said, "We can't go further today."

"Oh, are you not ready?"

She took my hand and put it back on her breast "That's not what I said. It's just not a good time"

I was a bit confused for a second before realization hit me. It must have been visible on my face.

"Yea. In the meantime. Don't stop what you're doing"

I maneuvered her bra out of the way, before splitting my time between the two of her nipples, licking and sucking them, first one and then the other.

Olivia's moans became even louder, she began to shiver and shake. Then, she stiffened, moved closer into my arms, and gasped "Ohh. Yes! Yes!" She was coming, she collapsed in my arms breathing heavily.

Well, well, meanwhile, my cock was stuck halfway down one of my pant legs and I was starting to suffer. I moved, trying to adjust my position. Olivia noticed and grinned "Is it getting a little hard for you?" she teased,

"Yeah...

"Maybe I can help you with that"

She sat up not bothering to cover up or put on her tank top, and very expertly undid the belt and the zipper of my blue jeans. "Stand up"

I listened to her orders and she pulled my jeans and boxers down. Little Max popped out, hard as a rock and red, proudly waving in the breeze, "Wow, Max, that's nice!", well I wasn't the smallest guy in the gym. My cock was 7 inches.

Olivia knelt on the carpet at my waist. She reached out and delicately began to stroke me, smiling at me and looking deep into my eyes seductively "How does it feel?"

"My God!" I moaned. She gave me a slightly more energetic stroke, and I couldn't hold it anymore. Jizz spurted out all over her hand. Then she gave me a couple more strokes until I was drained out.

"I presume that it felt good." She laughed. Then she did something out of the blue. She took her bra and used it to wipe the cum off of my cock and her hand. The sight of her doing that got me horny as hell and my willy stood right back up.

Olivia pumped my dick until it was sufficiently hard and then leaned in, opening her mouth. She sucked on my cockhead, all the while pumping and twisting my shaft.

I moaned hard, putting one of my hands on her back and another on her head, simply running my hand through her hair and keeping her in place. "just like that ... don't stop... yes..." as I was close to cumming, I began pumping my midsection upwards, fucking my cock into her mouth, but she stayed in control.

"I'm going to cum, keep going" If she didn't want it in her mouth I gave her a warning, maybe she didn't like it. She didn't care, she kept sucking until I exploded again and she swallowed every drop.

I collapsed on the couch and looked at her. She sat back and grinned, using her finger to wipe the corner of her mouth.

"Amazing" I said.

"That was fun, we might need to do it again"

"Anytime you want", I looked at my watch... "Just give me a few minutes."

Olivia laughed and stood up, grabbing her clothes, "Not today, I need to go, tomorrow we leave for the MIT lecture, remember?"