DANTÉ
The blaring of the alarm through the silence abruptly jolts me awake, tempting me to launch my phone across the room. Each insistent ring intensifies the pounding in my head. Groaning and grumbling, I seek solace beneath the comforting weight of my pillow as I blindly swat my phone several times to end the racket.
What have I done to myself?
If you want to get fucked up real good, try having wild sex with a nympho and drinking Johnnie Walker.
Juggling between my studies and my oversexed neighbor has proved to be a tough task during my three weeks at St. John's University. I must confess she wears me out, leaving me with minimal time for my studies, gym and socializing, yet I can't stay away from her even if I try.
It's insane how she never runs out of energy.
Our relationship is based purely on pleasure, with no room for commitments, emotional involvement, personal inquiries, or overnight stays. When Ava openly shared her conditions after the first time we fucked, the agreement was exactly what I wanted.
Throughout the past two and a half months, her insatiable sex drive and adventurous nature has taken me on a journey of exploration. We have tried countless sexual positions, even I thought was impossible, and indulged in various fetishes. Sex with Ava is always an invigorating experience that leaves me craving more. Even the weight of my demons and the ache for Mia fades into the background when I'm with her.
Realizing that time is slipping away, I quickly propel myself out of bed, only to be overcome by a wave of lightheadedness, leaving me unable to stand.
Damn, I can't be late.
We're meeting our criminology professor for the first time today. Through my interactions with challenging professors, I have learned the importance of being punctual. Being a freshman doesn't make things easy either, as I must still get used to all the different buildings on the massive campus.
Once I quickly showered, took some Advil, and chugged several glasses of water, the pounding in my head subsided. Now I'm heading off to campus. Fortunately, I had been to the lecture hall before, so I know my way there and has enough time to grab a coffee.
The hall, which can comfortably seat over a hundred students, is bustling and already more than half occupied. I take a moment to figure out where I should stake my claim for the semester. Then my eye catches an empty spot in the far corner at the top, and I instinctively gravitate towards it, drawn to its secluded allure.
Around ten minutes later, the hall is almost at full capacity and the conversations have reached an upsurge. Just as my friend Nico, whom I met at Parsons one night, joins me, the chatter in the room abruptly hushes to a mere murmur. Next, a seductive, smoky female voice greets, "Good morning, everyone."
"Holy shit," Nico blurts out under his breath.
No way, this can't be happening.
Stupefied, my jaw hangs agape as I follow the professor's every move towards her desk.
"Welcome to Criminology 101. I'm Ava Harlow," she announces, her voice confident and authoritative. "I'd prefer you call me Professor or Ms Harlow."
"Ms. Hard-on," Nico mutters, giving me a nudge and smacking his lips. "Need to find a freaking rubber hammer to get rid of my boner in class," he adds with a sigh.
Can't blame him.
She is the epitome of any man's fantasy come to life.
Placing her fancy leather briefcase on her desk, she casts a sweeping gaze across the lecture hall, surveying her audience.
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