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Psychology has never been Allie's strong suit. The moment she thinks she has a good handle on a matter, a fresh scientific discovery comes along and disproves the theory.
"Cognitive dissonance occurs when individuals experience conflicting thoughts, beliefs, or attitudes, leading to a state of psychological discomfort that motivates them to resolve the inconsistency." The professor explains it as if it makes perfect sense. Allie sighs and shakes her head in frustration, but jots it down in her notes anyway.
The only half-decent thing about this class is the huge crush she has on said professor. Professor De Luca. His faint Italian accent is enough to make most girls sign up for his class, regardless of their interest in psychology.
Of course, Allie is fully aware that her crush is completely unrequited. He barely acknowledges any of them. His lectures are precise and to the point, leaving no room for personal interactions. Allie, very frequently, finds herself daydreaming about him instead of paying attention.
She wonders if he's married. Does he have children? What are his hobbies? Is he really as interested in psychology as he seems?
A very naughty part of her imagines what he looks like while pleasuring himself. After all, everyone does it. She looks at his hands, and her core flutters as she pictures him jerking his dick. She'd die to know what his face looks like when he cums. Does he let his orgasm overwhelm him, causing his face to contort beautifully, or does he try to keep his composure? She hopes it's not the latter.
She clenches her pussy, already feeling deliciously moist. She hopes her roommate isn't home, so she can rub one out before her next class.
"Miss Johnson?"
Fuck. He's talking to her.
"Yes, sir?" She mumbles, nervously combing her thick brown locks back from her face.
"Are you aware of the main components of the DSM-5?"
Allie blinks rapidly for a second before answering. "Uhm, no, sir. Unfortunately, I'm not." Why did he have to ask her something she doesn't know? She studies hard to avoid these types of situations, for fuck's sake.
He gives her a rare smirk before continuing his lecture, leaving Allie feeling a little unsettled and, surprisingly, a lot turned on.
As soon as the bell sounds, she grabs her stuff and hurries back to her dorm. Thankfully, just as she'd hoped, her roommate is out. She doesn't even make it to the bed. She leans against the back of the door, slides her hand down her panties and frantically rubs her clit to orgasm.
The following week, she walks into the same auditorium and takes her usual seat. Professor De Luca begins his lecture. Allie tries to focus on what he's saying, but her mind wanders, envisioning his weight on top of her while pumping his cock deep inside of her and moaning in her ear.
His lecture is, as always, rather complex and leaves Allie feeling a little inadequate. Part of her would like to drop the class entirely, but she needs it for her degree. So she pushes through, trying not to let incessant thoughts of the gorgeous man in various sexual scenarios distract her too much.
As the lecture comes to an end, Professor De Luca drops a bombshell. "Next week, I will be conducting a mock oral exam," urging in his, oh, so sexy, Italian accent, "Make sure you come prepared." Allie turns to find him gazing at her, and she's almost certain that he smiles as she turns away.
Her poor clit is red raw as she indulges in her third orgasm that night. It burns, but she can't stop herself. She's never been so horny in her life. She's been watching porn for a good four hours now, when she should've been studying. He probably won't pick her anyway, will he?
"Miss Johnson?" He calls, peering around the room, until his eyes fall on her.
This cannot be happening, she thinks to herself.
She feels the warmth spread across her face while, as gracefully as she can, she makes her way down the aisle to join Professor De Luca. His impeccable suit is adorned with an acid green scarf today. God, his olive skin is absolutely flawless. She tries to focus on not tripping over her own feet, but her eyes keep drifting to his lips. This crush is becoming more than just a distraction from her studies.
"Take a seat," he says kindly, probably noticing her blush. She crosses one leg over the other while seated, eager to show off the cute ankle tattoo she got done just a few weeks prior. Everyone else, listen carefully." He gives her a wink before starting, "Can you please describe the stages of cognitive development according to Piaget's theory and discuss any criticisms or limitations of his model?"
Allie takes a deep breath, thoroughly grateful that he's asked her something she knows well, and begins, "Jean Piaget's theory of cognitive development proposes that children progress through four stages of mental development, each characterised by distinct ways of thinking and understanding the world. These stages are..." She goes on to give an answer in great detail, and De Luca looks honestly impressed.
He turns to the class and says with a sigh, "At least, I can be sure that some of you pay attention in my class, eh?" The rasp of his voice is utterly intoxicating.
Allie blushes again and looks down at her fingernails.
"Well done, Miss Johnson," he says quietly, just to her, with a smile. "You can return to your seat now."
As she walks back to her seat, she can't help but feel a bit smug.
The weekend comes around, and some of her friends are going to a club as a change from the usual college house party. The place they choose has quite a particular reputation and is further than most students would venture, making the allure of a place where nobody knows who you are exhilarating to Allie. It's known to have many nudist beaches during the summer, plus tales of swinger's clubs and sex parties. No doubt they're just rumours, though.
She desperately wants a little adventure. All she does is study; occasionally she grabs a caffeinated beverage with fellow students between classes; and more often than not, she goes to bed embarrassingly early. She never gets any privacy, which results in her being forced to masturbate silently in her bed at night while her roommate sleeps across the room.
They cram into the old, rust-ridden corolla belonging to a girl in her English class and begin their little road trip towards the unknown.
"Girls," the designated driver, Jan, calls over a particularly upbeat song on the radio, trying to get their attention. "If we get separated tonight, which, I'm not gonna lie, I fucking hope we do," the girls all giggle. "We all meet back at the car before daylight, okay?"
Allie reels at the thought of having a whole twelve hours to be free and wreckless. She doesn't necessarily want a one-night stand per se, but a nice fingering in the corner of a dark booth would be terrific. Thank you very much.
