Dear Diary,
It's been a couple of days since I put time into another entry, but here's lucky number eight, I suppose. Things have been hectic. Mainly my new job and studies, but I also decided to embrace new beginnings and change my hair colour - No longer do I suffer the generic mousy-brown with frizzy. Oh no, I shall now be known as a feisty redhead. I only hope that I can fully utilise the confidence this spruce-up has given me! I had my first day at the office yesterday, it was surprisingly hectic - I hadn't given much thought into the inner workings of a professor's life before, but believe it or not, there's a lot of things happening behind the scenes. I booked in various meetings with groups and individuals, pre-booked his transport for lectures ahead of time and, in the very few and far between moments, stole a kiss or two behind closed doors. Naturally I had to, but then it got me thinking... Had I really changed that much simply by coming here? They were all good changes, fun changes, as far as I can tell. The simple act of stealing a moment from your lover - Who is your professor and employer, no doubt - Is surprisingly empowering. I couldn't imagine myself doing something like this back in my home town.
Speaking of my home town, I called my mother this morning to let her in on the good news in regards to my position as a P.A - Naturally, I skipped the other details of how I got to there, I doubt she'd be pleased to know I'm sexually involved with Mister Duke and would no doubt call me a 'slut' because of it - At least for now, this 'slut' is having fun whenever she can grasp it. The mere thought of him sends shivers down my spine, even writing this now. I'll shoot him a quick call and see if he's free tonight. Will update soon, I promise this time!
Dear Diary,
It's the ninth entry today! I never would've imagined that I'd keep up a diary when heading to college, but I suppose anything is possible now. Many things seem to surprise me these days, I even got complimented on my hair by some of the other girls in my dormitory and apparently Professor Duke likes the colour on me too, at least judging from various wayward glances and occasional butt-slaps as I walked past in his office.
Speaking of the Professor, last night was just as fun as the first time. He really likes to take hold, apparently, moving me and bending me to suit his needs. His strength is incredibly sexy and this time, instead of in a small box bedroom in the dorms, he had me over his desk after hours, ploughing away in the dimly-lit room like nobody else existed in the world. It was amazing to put it lightly, perhaps the janitor heard a moan or two, but I really doubt anyone else was around to witness the whole fiasco. After our passionate love-making, we headed out for dinner, a quick bite at a small Italian corner restaurant and then he dropped me off back at my dorm. Done and dusted. I took a shower and dried in the nude - Another new favourite thing to do, the cool air on damp skin is simply too refreshing to ignore. I fell asleep pretty quickly after that.
This morning went as normal. I had History class first thing, followed by Art Through The Ages and a lecture on Cultural Milestones shortly after lunch, except it didn't quite go on as long as it was supposed to and we all left the auditorium early. So, I figured I'd take a walk around campus and see if I could catch up with any of the other girls in my dorm. I stopped at a busy coffee shop around two thirty to refuel and came across Melissa, Samantha and another girl with bright pink curly hair and green eyes. It was an odd combination, but who am I to judge? They offered to have me sit by them and then the gossiping began. About what? You ask - Why, boys of course. Who was the hottest. Who had the best dick - That sort of thing.
After ten to fifteen minutes of simple chit chat, the girls began rustling through their purses with a glimmer in their eye. Their voices became much more quiet and they leaned over to me, muttering about a 'glow up' for all of us and that we definitely need it at the beginning of the semester especially. Without thinking I agreed and the pink-haired girl, who I came to know as 'Rachel', offered up a small business card to me across the table. It was all white, except for a single pink heart and the letters 'S.G.C'. I tucked it into my shirt pocket, still puzzled. The trio said their farewells and promised to pick me up tomorrow to go with them, that it'll be fun and good to get to know each other better - Sure, I thought, I can do that.
After I wandered home to the dorm, I spent the rest of the night lounging around in my slacks, watching gaming streams and fell asleep around midnight.
