This story is a re-release of one of my first stories that I published here on Literotica called "Velvet & Ice." In addition to the name change, I've also had help with editing courtesy of the awesome Todger65, since one of the old comments on that story was "You NEED to get an editor."
If this is your first time reading this story, I welcome you and I hope you enjoy the story.
- Alexandra
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Morgan Sienkiewicz walked through the bustling college campus. It was the first day of fall classes and the quad was rife with activity. The first years were trying to navigate the labyrinthian layout of the campus, while returning students were meeting up with friends they had lost contact with during the summer months.
Morgan, however, was more of an introvert. She breezed by the gathering clusters of people as she made her way towards the lecture hall. Despite it being close to 80 degrees out, she wore a long black cardigan with a colorful ornate sugar skull on the back over a black tank top. A black denim skirt with fishnet stockings and black boots adorned her legs. Her bob -cut hair was mostly a deep red color while two inches of her roots revealed that she had naturally black hair.
Her pale complexion complimented her ice blue eyes while the white foundation, black eyeliner and black lipstick were a stark contrast. She had recently gotten her left eyebrow and lower lip re-pierced over the summer. She had contemplated getting a septum piercing but ultimately decided against it. Too cliche for her age bracket.
At 20 years old and 5' 2", Morgan was a junior at Michigan State University majoring in psychology, though her passion for art had made her consider going for an MFA once she was done with her undergraduate.
Morgan sat down in the lecture hall. Unlike her first two years, the seating here was a lot smaller with just over 50 seats as opposed to the 300 that she was so used to seeing. As the other, mainly female, students came in, she opened up her Macbook adorned with stickers from local bands she had collected over the years. All of that changed when 3 guys walked in, with two of them cracking jokes with each other as they sat in the far back row.
"Ugh, you gotta be fucking kidding me." Morgan muttered to herself. This was Advanced Concepts of Human Sexuality, not Biology 101.
"Probably joined this course because they're looking to get their dicks wet."
She thought to herself.
Before she could further entertain that thought, the professor, a woman who appeared to be in her mid-40s, walked in carrying a briefcase. She wore a gray pantsuit with her red hair in a bun.
The guy wearing the backward facing baseball cap and white Bass Pro Shop T-shirt, snickered and whispered "Shit dude, our professor is a total MILF. We hit the fucking gold mine!" His friend to his right fist bumped him "Hell fucking yeah brah!"
Morgan rolled her eyes as she tapped her notebook with her pen.
However, the man to his left with the long-swept back curly blonde hair and brown eyes, wearing a blue t-shirt, khaki shorts and white sneakers, sat with his arms folded as he shot the two a dirty look and made a "shushing" noise at them.
Their professor spoke up.
"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Siobhan Turner. I will be your professor for the next 3 months regarding Human Sexuality. Now before we get started, I'd like to lay out a couple of ground rules. First being, that assignments must be turned in by the due date, unless you have something adverse happen to yourself and notify me ahead of time."
She folded her arms across her chest as her eyes scanned the classroom.
"Secondly, I expect nothing but the best from all my students. That said, in all my years teaching this course, there are always some who enroll in this class who place other... wants in front of academia." She shot a look at the three guys at the back. "So that said, if you're not going to take this class seriously or approach it with the mindset of a child who finds jokes about genitalia amusing, feel free to walk out that door right now." She pointed to the double wooden doors of the classroom.
With that, the two guys who made snide remarks about the class make-up, got up, ran down the stairs, and exited the hall, but not before laughing hysterically. The third guy, his arms still crossed, stared down at Professor Turner.
"Any questions?"
Everyone responded with a series of no, nopes and shaking of heads.
"Thank God, I thought I was going to have to put up with the Bro Squad all semester."
Morgan breathed a sigh of relief.
Professor Turner continued to go over the syllabus with the class until she got to the last slide detailing the final project and turned her attention to the class.
"Now in addition to assignments & tests, you will be assigned a partner for a final presentation that will account for 50% of your final grade. You will be given a topic that you and your partner will work on over the course of the semester. I expect everyone to put their best foot forward in this regard. That said, let us get started..."
Morgan sat by as she heard the names called off for each project. She was hoping that she would get something like the Sexual Revolution of the 1960s or Sexual Expression during the Roman Era. Those always had topics of fascination for her, and she was hoping she could put her knowledge to good use. Then she noticed that the list of names and topics was narrowing down.
She held her breath.
"Morgan Graves..." Professor Turner spoke. "... You will be doing a project on the Sexual Revolution of the 1960's."
"Hell yes!" Morgan said in her head.
"... with Logan Martell."
