An alarm blares, *bzz* *bzzz* *bzz*. Alex jolts wide open, covered in sweat. He glares at the alarm clock. 7:00 AM. He shuts the alarm clock off, lays back in bed. Slowly rubbing his eyes, he grabs his phone from the desk beside his bed, checks his notifications. No messages. None except for one. A calendar notification that reads Psychology 001 at 8:30 AM! Alex groans, throws his phone away from him. "Ugh, why the fuck did I choose an early class?". He jolts from his bed, scours through his wardrobe. "Fuck, I don't even know what to wear today."
Thirty minutes later, Alex checks himself out in a mirror, wearing a white dress shirt, rolled up sleeves, a silver watch on his left wrist, a black tie, black slacks, and dark brown dress shoes. "Damn I look hot!", he exclaims to himself. He combs his hair and applies cologne. Alex takes a deep breath, looks at himself once more in the mirror. He fixes his tie, ends up slowly caressing his own neck. He checks his watch, "Shit! I gotta go." Alex grabs his backpack and runs out of his dorm.
On his way to class, Alex walks by a small cafe near campus, feels his stomach rumble. "Aww shit." He checks his watch, "Fuck it, I guess I could go for a coffee." He walks inside the cafe, making his way to the register. A young brunette barista brewing coffee, locks eyes with him. "I'll take your order in a minute!". Alex smiles and waits patiently, observing the barista from top to bottom.
After a few minutes, the barista walks up to the register, takes off her apron, revealing her perky breasts that lay hidden beneath her work uniform. "What can I get for you today?". Alex stutters, distracted by the barista's breasts. "Can I-uhh, get a-uhh, an egg and ham breakfast burrito, and a large espresso please." The barista pulls out a pen and notepad from her pocket, jots down his order. Alex glances at her hands, grips his right forearm tight, mimicking the sensation he felt in his dream.
"Will that be all for today?", the barista smiles. "Yes", Alex replies. "Alright your total comes out to $15.47. Will that be cash or card?". Alex gasps, "Jesus- uhh, I'll pay with card." He scrambles through his pockets, no sign of his wallet. "Oh fuck, where did I put it at?". A line starts to form behind him. "Ahh shit." Alex grunts, drops to his knees, scrambles through his backpack. He whips out his wallet from the backpack, pulls out his debit card, hands it to the barista. She grabs the debit card, accidentally brushes her fingers across his hand. "Oh shit, I'm sorry", the barista apologizes. "No, don't worry. It's my fault. I have a heavy grip", Alex reassures the barista. She smirks, glances at him up and down. Alex nervously chuckles.
A few minutes prior to the beginning of the lecture, Alex arrives at the classroom. There, a group of students await the arrival of the professor. "Fuck, where should I sit?". Alex glances across the room, no familiar faces. Unease and anxiety forces Alex to choose a seat all the way in the back. Surely nobody would want to sit in the back row with him. Alex sits down on his seat, sets his coffee and half-eaten burrito on his desk. Almost instantly, a hoard of students rush into the classroom, fill in every seat except for the back row. "Fuck yes, I can finally have my own row to myself for once." Jinxing himself, a beautiful blonde with large breasts enters the classroom, walks to the back row, sits to the left of Alex. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me", Alex whispers to himself.
A few hours later, the lecture comes to an end. All the students including the professor exit the classroom, all except for Alex and the blonde. On his desk, Alex lies dead asleep. The blonde pokes at his cheeks, jolting him wide awake. "Hey, you okay?", the blonde questions. "Yeah, I'm fine!", Alex replies. The blonde smiles at him, "You fell asleep for most of the lecture, I was beginning to think you had died or some shit." Alex glances around the classroom, "Yeah, I can see that. What are you still doing here?". The blonde brushes her hair with her hand, "I just wanted to wake you up. Don't want you all here by yourself." Alex smirks, "Thanks, I appreciate it." The blonde extends her hand towards Alex, "I'm Britney by the way. Britney Boulevard." Alex slowly grabs her hand, shakes it. "I'm Alex, Alex Jimenez." Britney lets go of Alex's grip, "We should probably get out of here before the next class comes in." "Oh right!", Alex grabs his belongings and follows Britney outside the classroom.
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The Playgirls Fantasy
RomanceAlex Jimenez, a nineteen year old college freshman at Jefferson State University finds himself trapped into temptation of a playgirl who is willing to do whatever it takes to make her wildest fantasies come true.
