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 know. Peter is so cute. And of course it crossed my mind to invest in a more...er...deep friendship with him. But that was before.
Before my eyes met that pair of ambercolored eyes.
Before I knew that my life would be, in many ways, literally fucked.
But going back to my arrival on the first day, after Peter, the second person I met was Loretta, my roommate.
I walked up the three floors dragging the huge suitcase and dragging myself. Peter insisted on taking her for me, but by this time I thought it was a bit much to take advantage of the good will of someone I had barely met.
I made sure that I could handle it.
I got screwed. But pride was bigger.
I arrived at 308, and the bedroom door was unlocked. I knocked a few times and as there was no answer, I pushed slowly and went in.
There were three single beds, three small dressers, and an even smaller table.
It wasn't difficult to know which bed would be assigned to me. It was the only one with nothing on top of it, including sheets and pillows.
I remembered my conversation with Peter about being prepared. Thank goodness I had brought my own set of sheets after all.
I quickly sat up in bed to catch my breath and start packing my things. The freshman introduction class would start in twenty minutes.
I was almost finished emptying the rolling suitcase when Loretta came in.
"Uhm, I see you've settled in nicely.”
Had I used up all my beginner's luck in meeting Peter and would I get off on the wrong foot with my roommate?
" Oh, it's just that the door was unlocked, so I thought…”
" Relax, babe. You did the right thing, make yourself at home. Literally the house is yours."
She let out a seemingly sincere laugh and sat down on her bed. " My name is Loretta and I arrived last semester.
" Aria”.
" I saw downstairs that you arrived with a kitten with glasses. Your boyfriend?”
" Hello? Ah... Peter. No, no. He's a freshman too. I met him not even an hour ago.”
"So you have a gift for making friends. I already like you.”
I smiled, not knowing what to say. I still couldn't tell what to expect from Loretta.
"I really needed to meet new people, you know.". She continued.
I didn't answer unless it was a question. But she didn't seem to mind. I guess I was ahead of someone who was more talkative than I was. Oh, God.
"Mellanie is nice, you'll meet her too. But a little unsavory, not into everything, you know. A bit of a pansy.”
I started to fear that I was in an authentic After scene.
Only for those who have references. Without going into the merits of whether it is a good or bad reference, people.
I answered with a "hmm".
" Well, I'll leave you to it. We'll meet at the freshman presentation, aka the most awaited moment for the seniors.”
" You're not telling me that here we have…”
" Hazing? Yes, of course there is! But you don't have to be afraid, I will be there and I will defend you. My roommate with a musical name.".
Loretta said excitedly, giggling sarcastically and closing the door behind her.
At some point I was supposed to tell you that the name Aria also meant a person who is disoriented, who doesn't know which way to go.
This is exactly how I felt at this moment.
***
The auditorium was much larger than I imagined. I felt once again like in a teen movie. I was overwhelmed.
And anxious to see all those padded chairs occupied by students. Freshmen and seniors.
Would hazing be something embarrassing?
I checked my clothes one last time. It was okay for the first day. A pair of tight jeans that emphasized my curves, a white, slightly low"cut T"shirt with a small print of the young titans. And the basic black all star, with no piping, completed the look.
All stars are still in fashion, right?
I looked around, trying to plot an escape route in case I found out in advance.
The students came in, little by little, and occupied the entire U"shaped auditorium, which closed with the small lectern for the professor.
I checked the e"mail on my cell phone with the schedule of subjects for the first week. Linguistics I.
My imagination already expected a gray professor, with a somewhat protruding belly, wearing something stinking of mothballs.
Don't ask me why. My imagination can sometimes be limited. Even more so if I am not getting my ten hours of sleep.
I notice that someone has sat down next to me, a soft jasmine perfume invades my nose and I remember that I had smelled it a few minutes before.
It is Loretta. She has that same excited expression on her face, maybe even too excited, a little face like she's ready to get up to something soon.
"I told you I would protect you. Hi, Aria." She says, in an almost childish tone.
" Okay, but... what exactly are you supposed to protect me from?”
Then she comes closer and answers with a whisper.
" Sometimes some guys go overboard with hazing.”
" What do you mean? " I asked, curious, speaking louder than I would have liked.
" You'll see. " Loretta blinks.
I didn't have time to ask any more questions. The door opened again and the professor entered, under a beam of light, like a triumphal entry.
"Good morning to you all. " His hoarse voice resounded throughout the auditorium.
Loretta nudged me again.
" I was looking forward to this class. He's a real cat." She sighs, unashamedly.
"Didn't you take Linguistics I last semester?”
" No. No one did. He was on leave. Shh, I'll tell you later." Loretta, the same one who had nudged me, now called for silence.
The professor was already on the pompous varnished wooden platform and was waiting for the last students to enter.
Perhaps it was my nearsightedness, or the beam of light accompanying him from the sun streaming in through one of the auditorium windows.
I could not see his face clearly from the distance.
I looked again to the side, spotted Peter a few rows away, and he waved at me, smiling.
I smiled shyly back.
But I was still intrigued. I took off my glasses, wiped them on my shirt, and put them back on my face. Only then, as if in a magic moment, did the beam of light come from the professor's direction and I could clearly see his features.
And what features.
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
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