The scent of freshly sharpened pencils and dusty textbooks mingled with the faint aroma of the new exchange student’s cologne as he strolled into the classroom. His name was Alejandro, a dark-haired, brooding beauty from Spain, with eyes that could make a statue melt and a smile that could disarm a battalion. I, a mere mortal among the sea of students, couldn’t help but feel a quiver of excitement in my core as his gaze swept over me, lingering for a brief, tantalizing moment. It was the first day of the semester, and I was already lost in a whirlwind of infatuation, my heart thudding against my ribcage like a drum announcing the arrival of a forbidden desire.
He took his seat across the room, and I found myself stealing glances at him every chance I got. The way he leaned back in his chair, one hand propping up his chin as he listened intently to the professor’s mundane lecture, exuded a confidence that was as alluring as it was intimidating. His strong jawline, the curve of his full lips, and the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame had my imagination running wild with thoughts that were anything but academic.
As the class droned on, I found myself unable to focus on the chalkboard. Instead, I was crafting a narrative in my mind, one where Alejandro and I were the protagonists in a passionate love affair that would make even the most seasoned romance novelist blush. In my daydreams, our whispers echoed through the library stacks, and our secret kisses were hidden behind the shadows of the campus’s ancient oak trees.
The tension between us grew palpable with each passing day. The electricity in the air was so thick you could cut it with a dull knife. It was during a particularly dull lecture on the societal impact of the Renaissance that Alejandro’s gaze met mine again, and this time, there was something more than just curiosity. It was a look that spoke of a shared, unspoken understanding, a silent agreement that our connection was undeniable.
One fateful afternoon, as the class shuffled out for a break, Alejandro’s hand grazed mine as we walked side by side. The touch was innocent, yet it sent a bolt of lightning straight to my core. Our eyes met, and for a fraction of a second, the world around us ceased to exist. Without a word, he gestured towards the supply closet at the back of the room, and I followed, my heart racing like a rabbit in a hunter’s sights.
The moment the door clicked shut, he pinned me against the wall, his body pressing into mine with an urgency that matched my own. His hand found the zipper of my skirt, and with a deft flick of his wrist, he exposed my quivering flesh to the cool air of the small, cramped space. His breath was hot and heavy against my neck as he whispered in a low, gruff voice, “You’re mine.” I didn’t resist; in fact, I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.
With a primal growl, Alejandro yanked down my panties and lifted my legs around his waist. His cock, hard and demanding, found its way inside me with one swift thrust. The pain was exquisite, a stark contrast to the gentle whispers that had filled my fantasies. He fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violent, each stroke claiming me in a way I never knew I craved. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the closet, echoing off the metal shelves stocked with forgotten textbooks and dusty binders.
He grabbed my throat, his grip tight enough to make me gasp for air, yet not so much that I felt fear. Instead, the sensation sent me spiraling into a world of dark, carnivorous desire. His eyes bore into me, holding me captive as he claimed my mouth with a bruising kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of mint and something uniquely Alejandro that made me crave more. Our hips rocked together in a silent symphony of passion, the only sound the occasional muffled groan escaping my throat, smothered by his hand.
As we approached climax, Alejandro’s grip tightened, cutting off my air supply for a brief, exhilarating moment. My eyes bulged and my vision swam as I clung to him, my nails digging into his back. And then, with a roar of pleasure that I felt more than heard, he released his hold, and the world came rushing back with a burst of color. Our orgasms collided, a silent explosion of ecstasy that left us both trembling and panting against each other.
In that cramped, musty closet, surrounded by the detritus of academic ambition, we had found a secret place to indulge our carnal desires. The line between student and teacher, proper and forbidden, had been blurred into oblivion. And as the bell rang, signaling the end of our clandestine encounter, we both knew that this was just the beginning of our illicit love affair. Our eyes locked once more, a silent promise to continue this dance of lust and danger whenever and wherever we could. And with that, Alejandro zipped up my skirt, kissed me hard, and we stepped out into the bright, unsuspecting world of the university, our secret locked tightly away, hidden behind the masks of our innocent smiles.
I’m such a good student- wouldn’t you say?
Lucy Lu
