My Stud Novels & Stories

I can't even feel my legs Jordan : This requires your mind and hands only not your sexy legs babe Me : Well you renting free in my mind so I can't even concentrate Jordan :Cute, but no woman of mine will fail exams. You have to study for tomorrow's exams. "Dating the principle ," l murmured rolling my eyes.

he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion. "Ahem." I cleared my throat. "This has been one long talk. Unfortunately, I have to go now." I meant to say fortunately. "Just when we started to get along. I hope to see you some other time though. What are you studying?" My phone rung in my purse and I exhaled, guessing Mimi was here already. Since I was leaving anyway, I ignored it and gave him what was left of the attention he could get. "Journalism, you?" I said, nodding and he squinted.

Then we’ll see. I made a face but bit into the sandwich anyway. ‘I’ll be heading home soon, by the way,’ I said between chews. He glanced at me. ‘You’re not staying?’ ‘I need to study. You know, actual college things.’ ‘Right,’ he said, drawing out the word. ‘How’s that going? With everything happening?’ I hesitated. ‘Hard. But I manage.’ ‘You sure? Because this whole mess… it’s not just a mess anymore. It’s bigger. And dangerous.’

Henry nod and we walk back inside even if I know that Henry was eager to know everything but still he didn't force me We got inside and my girlfriend walked through me and said I forgot to tell you that we need to do our thesis. I scratched my head. I forgot that I'm still a student even if I have a lot of problems. I just can't stop studying because in Just a few months we will graduate from college.

He was speaking clearly looking at something, most probably the moon. I was walking to the library to carry on with my studies of some old manuscripts they kept in the basements. The hot summer day has led the undergraduates to stripping down to the bare minimum acceptable clothes, the amount of creamy smooth female flesh on display was a torture to me. As 26 year old PhD student on the wrong side of being nerdy, I had no regular girlfriend and had not had sex in months. The sight of it made my head and as well as other parts pound.

"You are not fine." I opened my mouth and closed it again because he wasn't wrong, I had flinched twice already, my body doing things my brain hadn't authorized, the leftover jumpiness of a morning I was trying very hard to file away and move past. "I just need to get through finals," I muttered. "Then let's get through finals." He opened his book again. We studied in quiet for about twenty minutes, real studying this time, and I was just starting to feel something close to settled when my phone buzzed face down on the table.

I explain, more calmly this time. I made a mistake by yelling earlier. He dislikes people who lose their shit and yell easily. He sees them as a nuisance. He probably saw me as one. Now that I'm not yelling, he is listening... But one problem remains: will he allow me to stay after listening to me, or will he ignore my wishes? "Studying?" He finally speaks. "Yes." I nod eagerly. "I'm studying for my college entrance examination. It'll take place next month."

I hated the way I felt—like a stranger in my own body, like I couldn’t breathe, like I was watching my life from the outside and not really living it. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. And I wasn’t sure if I ever would. But for now, studying was all I had. So, I told myself to focus. Just focus on the paper. Just for tonight. The door to my room opened suddenly, and I looked up, startled. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I didn’t anticipate the tension I saw in Luca’s eyes. He wasn’t saying anything, just standing there, watching me.

"We do, but wouldn't it be weird for you to hang out with us?" His smile is sheepish. Adorable. Sexy. I want to tackle him to the ground and kiss his sweaty jock body. Especially when he palms his neck as if he is nervous. It makes the muscles in his arm stand on display. "I could need some help with a few of my subjects." I lift an eyebrow. "Didn't you say your grades were good?" "Yeah, but I'm still anxious about all the upcoming exams, and you're a smart girl. I don't see the harm in studying with you."

I decided to type back a reply without causing any more scene. Me: no thanks. I'm trying to study. He reads it instantly and starts typing. This is gonna be a really long conversation.... Pat: that's boring. Come on, we broke up and that's fine. Can't we be friends at least? Me: I have to study, patrick. Pat: this is just the beginning of the term,kitty. What are you studying for? Angrily, I typed back. Me: stop calling me that! And I need to pick up my grades so if you don't mind, I'm studying.