College- a sex story (On-Going)

Hey there! Im Andrea Madrid. Im a college student. I am not the type of student that study hard and get good marks. Studying is not in my vocabulary.

Not that Im a party animal, either. Im too shy to get drunk with strangers and dance all night.

But then i realized my marks was full of crap though i didnt have a social life either, I decided to do something.

Im not very good at showing off my hot look. I got big eyes and a small mouth. Everyone tells me that Im angelic. So I go with what I've got.

The next day I wore one of those white frilly skirts for the class.With a pink lace top, and I put adorable braids in my long hair. I didnt have to fake the shy look on my face.

I knew I had dressed up, and everyone else in the room knew it too.

I saw guys starring at me as I walk at the hallway of our school, and I felt my cheeks get warmer.

I saw a girl with a strappy heels and a pair of spike heels. Again I wish I was one of those "hot" girls, but with those eyes on me, the thought went away pretty fast.

I took my seat in the center row near the front seat. A guy from the front row seat next to me.

"Hey there you look different today."

I just smile because I wasnt sure of what to say. "Im Anthony" he held his hand and I shook it, but I already knew his name. He was a cute and hot guy, all the girls in the campus knew his name.

So far in class he only ask me for a sheet of paper, and whether I could lend him a pen, he was nice, though.

"Im Andrea." "Nice to meet you, we've talked before, I think." "Yah."

I looked down at my table, too nervous to say anything more. There was a long pause, until our professor came with books on his hands. Our proffesor was followed by another man, though, much younger to him. "This is professor

Mike. I have to leave for some impprtant matters. He will be your new professor." "Please, just call me Mike." The younger man said.

"He's a student teacher. However, I was expecting all of you guys to respect him." He smiled and walked out of the room.

Our new professor took his books down and smiled politely. "Hey guys. No nonsense with the professor thing, just call me Mike. I like my class to be casual and relaxed. Now lets go back to our business!" As he lectured us, I caught myself thinking, I would say, he is a pretty man. Literary pretty.

When I started dreming into the air, someone poked my arm.

"Hey Andrea, I didnt really finished of what Im saying. I wanted to tell you that, you're really pretty today." Anthony said in a low voice and I feel my cheeks heating up again. "Thanks", I whispered back. When I look back to my professor, I noticed a small crease in his eyebrows, as he quickly frowned in my direction, but didnt pause in his speech. "We shouldn't talk because we're so close to the front." I told Anthony. He just nodded.

I was taking notes and in the middle of writing "underwater archaeology" I felt a hand on my thigh, and my letter "l" slanted across three lines. I looked over at Anthony in shock, but his eyes were straight ahead, though his hand was rubbing me. I moved his hand away and give him a death glare, but when I finished my "y" I felt his hand was back. I angrily shoved it away.

"Excuse you," I whispered. "Come on" he said. "No. I dont like it. Stop." It was very hard for me to wispher in an angry tone but I did it.