At Break Time

I should be careful or I would be the victim of more bumps throughout the day. Of course, I hadn't told Peter about this yet, but I was a master at disasters of this kind. Naturally clumsy and inattentive. I worked at it constantly, but here I am, at university, and nothing has changed. I am still a walking slowpoke."My room is 308. Thanks so much for the help with the suitcase and... nice to meet you. Really, really nice to meet you. That's it.”"Mine, let me see... is 105. I'm going to stay on the first floor anyway, which is a relief for my knees.”I rolled my eyes. Of course he could only be joking, talking like that, like an old man. "Thanks for the company. I no longer consider myself a lonely fledgling.”"Take it easy, okay. We're not friends…”" Yet." We said, together."Yay! Bye, Peter!". I dragged the suitcase into my possession again, turning my back on him. No more goodbyes. We both knew that we would bump into each other many, many times on that campus.***Yeah, I kn

With a precise movement, Max lifts me up by the waist and suddenly I am sitting on a sort of makeshift wooden table.The cubicle, almost unlit, was now like our parallel universe of chaos and lust. Max Anthon seemed to have urgency to comply with my request. All the movements he had made slowly seconds before were now replaced by precise, agile, firm gestures in pursuit of pleasure. Our pleasure, our anxiety.With enviable dexterity, he opened the two buttons of my jeans as if they were nothing. Inside my panties, my bocet@ was pulsating, my whole body on fire, it was so much desire that it seemed to sweat cold, out of any control."I don't do work by halves.”"What do you mean?". I asked, almost delirious with lust."You know very well.” He said, and didn't give me time to think. He violently pulled down my pants and the panties came down with them. Then he spread my legs wide apart, while I was still sitting on the small table, and squeezing my thighs, he squatted down and began t

When I returned to the room after a long and invigorating shower, Loretta was gone. It was lunchtime and most of us had arranged to meet in the cafeteria, while others wandered around the cafeterias and snack bars around campus. There was also a cafeteria that I soon learned was quite famous among the students, a cozy place that also served as a kind of refuge in the most stressful hours of study.I decided for the first option, the cafeteria. It would be a chance to save money and also to get to know a little more of the environment that would be my home for the next few years. And of course, the people. The presentation of the first class and the prank were completely atypical phenomena, I couldn't really get to know anyone. What happened right after the prank...well...maybe I got to know someone deeply, yes. I smile lasciviously as I recall the scenes we had in the storeroom. Did he also have the habit of eating lunch in the cafeteria with the students? I can't imagine what my

The rest of the class schedule went on as usual. I was slightly shaken by Ethan's phone call and Peter's recent revelation about (supposedly?) being interested in me. Or maybe I had misunderstood.I still had the scene with the professor to deal with. Sometimes it just seemed like a dream too good to be true. Sometimes it seemed like a dream with a hint of suspense and danger. How wrong could it be?It is late afternoon and I haven't seen him again. Which is not at all impossible since the campus is huge, you can even get lost in the parallel universe of Metropolity University. I spent some time trying to keep my distance from Peter and Loretta. I had a cappuccino alone while reading a romance book in the cafeteria, the one that is a little further away from the in-and-out movement of students. The attendant was very cute and kept looking at me longer than he should have, but I didn't mind.I confess that I like this thing of being desired. At least most of the time. And of course, w

I begin to believe that luck is really on my side because when I leave, again Klaus is not at the counter and I can go straight to the exit door. I leave to pay for my drink later. Three days later... I arrive at the room and Loretta is getting ready. A pink, low"cut tights"style blouse and very short black fabric shorts. The loose hair completes the femme fatale look and the low heels, although low, indicate that she is going to a club. Certainly a college girl. " What's up, let's go?" She invites me as soon as she notices my presence. " Where to?” "Do I look pretty?" He turns from the mirror toward me, to show me his look. " You look...? You look beautiful." I answer, unsure. I still can't figure out what Loretta's vibe is. "It's the freshman welcoming party. At the Republic of the Stars.” Sounds like a joke. "Homecoming, freshmen, Republic... I don't know. Something smells like another hazing. “ " Relax, today is just fun." She tries to comfort me. Not that I didn't ha