I knew I was irreversibly in trouble on the first day of school. Actually, no. The first few hours of class.
My stepmother's insistence that I enroll in the English language course made a lot more sense as soon as my eyes met his. Much more than the shallow reason she had given in trying to convince me. You love reading and writing, you will find yourself in this course.
True, I love reading and writing. But in the last few weeks I have been discovering a third activity that I never imagined could give me so much satisfaction.
Today I can't see myself without it. Without them. My God, where is that concentrated and focused girl I was and what have you done with her?
So that you understand better, I will tell you from the beginning.
Not that I am being kind, it's just that, particularly, I love to remember every detail that brought me to the delicious mess I am in now.
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Shortly after I received my High School certificate, Lysa, my stepmother, held tightly one of my arms and said: "You won't stop here. Next year you need to be in college.You can't imagine the persuasive power this woman has. She convinced my father to marry her only six months after my mother's sad death. She is not a bad person, maybe the big problem is that she wants to be too good, and because of this she ends up being a bit controlling.
And it's not enough to want an idealized life for her and my father, she also likes to control mine and Ethan's, the "brother" I ended up getting in this game of forming a new family.
I was already thinking about continuing my studies, and in the end, I thought that the "little push" that Lysa gave me was a good thing. I was torn between English Language and Arts. I have always been an admirer of fine arts and I take the risk of painting some canvases and even composing some abstract sculptures from time to time.
But at Sunday lunch, when Lysa brought up the subject again, I found myself, after her incision in the guise of advice, opting for something more tangible. Something that would give me more opportunities in the future in the job market.
Maybe I had the gift of being a teacher or...a writer. Although I have never been exactly a nerd, I have always loved to write, and have a collection of journals. Maybe one day my writing would make its way into the world.
So, at the end of January, with very little time left until the deadline, I applied and was accepted to Metropolity University.
When I received the enrollment confirmation e-mail, I was overwhelmed by a feeling that was still new to me. It was a new stage of my life, literally starting, and little by little the chips were falling. I was definitely no longer a teenager but a young adult university student. Is this the part where I should also become a responsible woman?
Whatever.
I look in the bedroom mirror searching for this new woman. At least on the outside, nothing had changed. In a few weeks I would be nineteen, but some of the traces of my fifteen year old self were still there. My lightly tanned skin reflected my partly African-American ancestry, despite my straight black hair, which now reached my waist.
All my life I had been thin, but now looking closer, I realize that I had gained a few curves, enough to attract looks from a few guys. Including Ethan, my naughty fake brother.
And the glasses. Ah, this prop that, until then, I had always needed to help my nearsightedness, now represented something more in the minds of these malicious guys. I was a walking fetish with my outlined body, my long hair and these glasses.
I'm not really complaining, I'm not going to be a hypocrite, because there is a lot to be gained from being cute and hot. But sometimes, the attitudes of these guys irritate me and demand a much more serious attitude than a roll of the eyes.
Well, without further ado, let's skip to the first day of school, the fateful day.
Metropolity University is 120 kilometers from the apartment where I live with my "new family". Excited about my approval, my father and Lysa agreed to keep me in one of the student hostels, at least during the first semesters or until I get an internship.
My happiness doubled at this moment. Whenever I thought about attending university, I imagined myself in one of these houses crowded with students, with people from every corner, sharing experiences, from studying to partying.
The best part is the partying, you know.
So I held myself back from jumping out of the car towards the huge and imposing iron gate of the University. In one hand, my wheeled suitcase. On my back, my favorite pink backpack.
On my face, an enigmatic smile.
I was free to try everything I wanted and could. I was alone, a few steps away from making one of my dreams come true.
"Oops, I'm sorry!
I let out the air I had instinctively held when I was pushed by the bump.
" Uh"huh, okay, no problem." That's all I managed to say, without even raising my eyes.
"He must be blind too, this animal," I thought, irritated.
Argh, the day did not give any indication that it would continue as good as it started...
" No problem... really?" . The bizarre clumsy guy was still around.
He asked, lightly touching my arm, now forcing me to look into his eyes.
" Yes. No. Trouble. “
I couldn't help but stutter. He could be a troublemaker, yes. But there was nothing bizarre about him. The son of a bitch was a cat, in such a cliché way that I doubted my own eyesight.
How long had it been since I had my glasses checked?
To top it off, he was also four"eyed, like me. But in a Clark Kent kind of way, you know? Nerdy, but mysterious. The kind of guy who doesn't even know how sexy he is.
Has it suddenly started to get hotter around here? Or is it just a very occasional hormonal variation, guys?
" My name is Peter.”
“Aria.”
"Different name, nice. Nice to meet you, Aria. Do you want help with the bags?”
" It's nice to meet you.". I answered, extending my hand, imitating her gesture. " Oh, no, that's okay, I can handle it.”
" I know you can, but... if you want some company. I think we're going to the same place.”
" Do you think so? I doubt it.”
" English language?
" Really? " I doubted again, giving in to a smile.
" Relax, we won't be in the same room. But maybe in the same sorority, if I'm lucky.
" Very funny.
In a few seconds, a clichéd bump into each other had turned into a potential collegiality. At least, if I could establish certain necessary boundaries. If I wanted to set those boundaries. Oh, you get the picture.
In the end, I saw no harm in accepting your help. The suitcase was really heavy. And the wheels weren't all that new, so...
It was a long way from the main gate to the area of the campus where the sororities were. The more privileged ones got along well because they parked their cars in a place much closer to where they would be and where the classes would be.
But I was on the team of another type of lucky people. The scholarship holders. The only privilege was to be a student there. The rest? Turn around.
" You don't look like you like the English language.”
" What do I look like then? " Peter seemed to enjoy our lightning friendship.
" Business, maybe. Accounting? Economics? Something along those lines”.
" I hate mathematics.
" I would never suspect it. No offense, but... you look like a real nerd. Has anyone ever told you that you look like…”
" Superman? " He interrupted me.
" I was going to say Clark Kent.”
" Oh.”
" Oh, come on, there's a difference.”
" Of course there is. And, yes, I've been told I remember him. But I disagree.”
" You don't like superhero stories?”
" On the contrary, I love them. I just think I'm better looking than him.”
" Oh. " I joked, imitating his expression of seconds ago.
" What did you bring here? Your house and what else? “
“I told you the suitcase was heavy.”
" Don't exaggerate. There's only half my house in there.”
" Wow. I hate to sound sexist, but... this is very womanly.”
" It's the thing of a well"prepared person. " I defended myself. " You didn't bring any of the essentials to stay here for several months?”
" The essentials for me fit in a backpack. " He said, flatly.
" Impossible.”
" The essentials are invisible to the eye.”
" I can't believe it. " I smiled again, gently nudging his shoulder. We walked side by side.
" We have arrived, it seems." . Peter warned, as we approached the big house.
There were several big houses scattered all around the campus, and from the directions in the booklet we had received, this was ours. It was still early, but the movement of students was increasing rapidly.
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
His full, unruly, gray hair matched perfectly with the gray beard that framed his face. His slightly square chin gave him a manly, seductive look. And, my God, he had that cursed genetic gift, the little hole in his chin. You could see it, despite the beard, which was very well aligned, by the way.I confess that older guys never called my attention that much. I was in the mood to be with people my own age or younger...like Ethan. Don't judge me, go. But that's a story I'll tell in more detail later, I promise.Back to the Linguistics I professor, I thought he was in his mid-forties by his build and raspy voice.He was white, tall, and with a deliciously up-to-date physique behind his aqua green social shirt, the same color as his eyes.And the look? Deep, seductive, with those thick yet aligned eyebrows. As soon as his eyes met mine, I couldn't help it. I was on fire inside.I had never felt something like this before, to be hit with just a look. But I had to cross my legs on the sp
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
"You are gone”. I am startled by Loretta's voice as I enter the room. She looks at me with an inquisitive look, as if she already knows everything. "I ran away, actually. I don't think this prank is funny at all.”"That's not to say that you're also lame…”Gee, you have no idea, Loretta."And where did you go?". She insisted, sitting with her legs folded over her bed. What a curious girl. I felt like confessing everything. But I still didn't know if I could trust her. Boy, it was the first day of school, wasn't it? "She looks tired”. Loretta continued, showing some irritation at my silence. "Tired? Oh, that I am. I had to walk a long way to avoid those inconvenient seniors. No offense”. Loretta laughed disproportionately to the mood of our conversation.I started to sort through my things to take to the shower. I was really exhausted and still in a frenzy inside. "You know you can trust me, right? To tell you anything”. She said, emphasizing the word anything. " Anything, real
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
“Hi, Ethan”. “Why are you whispering?” I roll my eyes at the question. “I'm not whispering. I was in the cafeteria, too loud... now I'm in the hall. Oh, why am I explaining myself? Speak up! Why did you call?” “No big deal, it's your first day at school. I just wanted to make sure everything's okay…” “Ethan, tell me the truth, what are you up to?”. I say, unable to hold back my laughter, in a mixture of irritation and brattiness. “That depends on what you want to get me into. I've been your puppy for a while now…” "Really, little bro...?". I simulate a sweet and vulnerable voice. I hear Ethan's hoarse laughter on the other end of the line and can already picture his erection, nagging at him under his shorts. "When are you coming?" I ask in the most direct way possible. "I thought you could help me make a reasonable excuse here at home”. My dad and stepmom couldn't even dream that we were making love all the time. "Say you are going to a friend's house, as usual. I don't kno
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 wait a minute in an attempt not to be too conspicuous and luckily, Klaus goes into the cafeteria kitchen, so I take the opportunity to head for the bathroom.I hesitate as I pass the door to the ladies' room, my hands resting on the knob, but soon after taking one last look around, I push open the door to the men's room and find Max waiting for me.As he did earlier in the morning, he doesn't give me time to think and pulls me by the waist to one of the private doors and I give a muffled cry of fright.All the words and gestures had already been exposed in the conversation at the table, now we were dominated only by the urgency to possess each other. Max began by taking my lips in a voracious way, a wild yet perfectly fitting kiss.His musky perfume once again drove me to near delirium. My legs weakened just imagining him once again touching and possessing me. As we kissed, Max slowly lifted my blouse and began to caress my breasts, still under my bra, luckily a nice one he had rand