I woke up early the next morning and found myself on what was undoubtedly Paul’s bed. He was nowhere to be seen, nor were his roommates. I gathered my belongings, tried to straighten out my hair when I realized that it was silly considering my tattered clothing and torn shirt.
I hope that it would be too early for anyone to be out on the streets after partying on Friday night. I took my things with me, did my best to hold my shirt together and let myself out of the apartment.
After a few wrong turns, I successfully navigated myself out of the apartment building. An impressively nice place made me wonder if our school actually paid enough to support this kind of housing.
Once outside, I quickly made my way back to the campus and into my building without anyone noticing me. I dropped my tattered clothing into the wastebasket in my dorm room, grabbed my towel, robe, and other supplies before hurrying down to the bathroom to shower.
I breathed deeply under the warm water of the shower. I was still a little shocked of the events last night. I had what was by far, the best sex I have ever experienced. And to think that it was far from what I was expecting.
I found myself rubbing my skin quite sensually while thinking about last night. My nipples were still tender from being bitten so harsh. I actually winced when I squeezed them.
I ran my fingers up around my neck; I could feel a bit of dried blood on the side and I can’t help thinking how he’d broken my skin when he bit me.
My fingers traveled over my wet skin as the water poured on me. Everything that happened the night before was swirling circles in my head.
Virtually, without even realizing it, my hand began to drift down past my stomach. I moaned softly as my fingers began rubbing and stroking my tender clit. My body quivered as I touched myself. I was glad that no one else was in the bathroom this morning as my moans slowly got louder.
All I could think about was the sensation of his hand round my neck, and the fierce passion that lay beneath his seemingly innocent self.
As my moans got louder and my breathing grew quicker, I longed for him to be the one rubbing my swollen clit. I was wishing that he was fucking me in the shower. With all those thoughts in my head, I ripped into an incredible orgasm. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out and waking everyone on our floor.
I figured that if I didn’t finish showering soon, I might never get out of the shower stall. Hence, I quickly shampooed, rinsed and moved on to the towel drying my body.
I put on my robe and walked back to my room. Once I was there, I tried to move about as quietly as possible to avoid waking up my roommate.
I glanced in the mirror, quite amazed at the damage that I saw. Bit up neck, not to mention bruised from being half strangled, and having few more bruises and scrapes on my wrists from the brick wall. What would the friends think?
I quickly dressed, blotted a bit of makeup to cover some of my battle wounds, and prepared to head out to the library to study for the infamous test with the infamous teacher who just fucked my brains out last evening.
On one hand, you would probably think that I would get a good grade no matter what I handed in at this point. But then again, I had this terrible fear of disappointing him by doing poorly. I was going to ace this test even if it kills me.
I grabbed a lipstick and wrote a quick note on the mirror for my roommate when I walked out of the door. I told her not to worry as I went out to the library to study.
I spent the weekend in the library studying hard. I kept to myself, hidden away in a corner so only few people would see my bruises and cuts. I only return to my room late at night when I am sure that my roommate is already sleeping, and leave again in the morning while she was still sleeping. I wasn’t prepared to give any explanation for my injuries.
Before I knew it, it was already Monday morning… the time of my exam.
I have specific outfit to wear that morning, tiny denim skirt and a tight white tank top… low cut of course. A black bra seemed to go best with the ensemble as one could undoubtedly see the bra through the white top with the edges showing above the low cut shirt. I slipped on a black lace thong under my skirt, and wore a black heeled sandal to finish off the ensemble.
I grabbed my black party purse, slipped a pencil, a pen, a calculator, pack of chewing gum, my student ID, and threw in two blow pops from out of our candy jar before heading out to class.
I had put on just a slight amount of makeup, though not really enough to cover my battle wounds. I want him to see what he’d done to me.
I walked into my classroom. It was empty.
This concerned me little since I was at least an hour early for my test. I picked a seat in the front row where I was sure I’d be noticed. I sat down, adjusted my clothing were it was most flattering, fixed my hair and applied a bit more lip-gloss. I sat there looking generally pretty waiting for the teacher.
Some students drifted in early and took seats around the room. I got a few concerned looks from other students. Although nobody among them was really close to me to come over to ask and chat.
Most of them rarely made it in on time. About a half hour before the test started, Paul wandered into the room with the stack of test papers. He sat on the front row and surveyed those who came in early.
They all bustled about studying and checking over their notes one last time, whereas I just sat there smiling innocently. An empty desk and a little purse by my side.
Paul smirked as he stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down. By the look of his face, I would say that he approved not only of my outfit but also the many bruises and scrapes I have.
He had an almost proud look in him. And I can’t help thinking…
Who could blame him?
He was the best fuck I could ever hoped for.
Then, he shook his head, stood up, and walked over to my seat. “No last minute cramming then, Miss Kristen?” he asked.
I smiled and looked up at him. “No, I think I have everything I need for the test today,” I said inhaling deeply as I stuck my chest out to tease.
He shook his head again, leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I do hope you are prepared for this test Miss Kristen. I ‘d hate to see you fail on the account of assuming a killer set of tits would get you an A in my course.”
I simply smiled. “I’m quite sure I am prepared, thank you.”
He nodded and walked away.
He stopped at few other desks and chatted with the other students as the room quickly filled up. Before I knew it, it was time to start the test.
Paul passed out the papers, giving me a bit of a smirk as he handed me mine. I sat with the test blank on my desk as he handed out the remaining papers. I was waiting for him to sit back down in the front.
Finally, when he was in front again, he glanced at my desk and noticed I had not begun my test yet.
I smirked at him and leaned down to grab my purse. I pulled my lip-gloss out and applied it on my lips generously, leaving my lips looking quite moist and supple.
Paul stared from his seat, quite disapprovingly I noticed. I smiled before taking my pencil and calculator my bag, turned over my paper, and began my test.
