Collegiate Adventures

Foreword

This story has been years in the making--and it would've stayed locked inside my head if not for D and Kay. Their encouragement, sharp editorial eyes, and constant willingness to bounce ideas back and forth brought these pages to life. Without them, none of this would exist beyond a fleeting thought or a half-finished note.

Thank you both for believing in the story before it had form, and for helping me shape it with intention and care.

As this project unfolds, I hope readers feel the tension, tenderness, and truth threaded through every scene. And if you want to see where it goes from here--trust that there's more to come.

-- Professor Varjis

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

-- Anaïs Nin

Chapter 1: The Dream

The music was roaring downstairs, and I could faintly hear the laughter and voices behind the closed door. The plan was to join them, but I was struggling to center myself after the fifth hour of shot o'clock. Get it together, I whispered.

I heard her before she reached the door.

"Where the hell are you? I know the host ain't hiding," D said, jiggling the lock.

I laughed and opened the door a crack. D was pressed against it. I couldn't help but notice her--just like I had been all night. D was short, so she always seemed to be looking up, and while her body dared you to look, it was her eyes that compelled you to stare. Those eyes distracted me now as she pushed herself through the door, chest first.

"LET ME IN," she screeched as she slid through, successfully grazing me gently.

"D, you know you shouldn't be up here," I said, hungrily taking her in with my eyes.

D laughed, dragging her fingers across the trinkets in the room.

"Well, I came looking for you, and now you want to punish me?" she said mockingly, thrusting her chest out and crossing her hands behind her back.

I could feel my cock hardening, images of her face cupped in my hands as I roughly fucked her mouth flashing through my mind. It didn't help that I knew I could. Here, in this closed room, I could get her to do just about anything. No matter how innocent she may have looked--no matter how put together--I knew the truth. D lived to please, and she knew she was a special breed of slut. Even now, she was licking her lips across the room, almost begging me to give her a command. To take control.

"Come here," I said.

She smirked as she obeyed. The party downstairs seemed louder than ever--she wouldn't be missed. And a part of me wanted to dominate her, to bend her to my will. I slowly gripped her throat.

"Open your mouth."

She gasped, opening wide as I tilted her head back and let my spit drip into her mouth. Without hesitation, she swallowed. I was overcome with desire.

I had never fucked a true submissive slut before, but I knew exactly what was needed to unlock this one.

"Daddy loves when you listen and do exactly as he says," I whispered.

She nodded, careful not to strain against my hand still resting at her throat. I could see the conflict behind her eyes--I knew she'd been trying to be a good girl for years now. I slowly brought her to her knees, never breaking eye contact, and watched as she traced her tongue along the length of my cock through my jeans.

BRRRR BRRRR BRRR.

Chapter 2: Office Hours

"FUCKKK," I moaned as I reluctantly opened my eyes. That was the fourth dream this week. I've got to get a hold of myself, I thought, pushing my raging hard-on to the side. Today was going to be a long day--longer still, depending on what D chose to wear.

I jumped out of bed and got ready. Two pieces of toast, and I was out the door. I made it to the school just past 8 and stared at the growing pile of exams demanding my attention. I was the first one in, so I hunkered down and started grading. I was in a groove until I heard a faint knock on the door.

"Professor," she said--and my heart immediately began to race.

As she peeked through the crack in the door, I exhaled. She looked great--but it was reserved. Her clothes were well-fitting, and I traced her curves as she slowly made her way to the desk.

"You started without me," she joked, reaching across a desk to grab a pen. I couldn't help but glance at her supple chest pressing against her blouse. Better than any dream, I thought.

"You know, you really should be the one grading these tests," I said, forcing myself to look away.

"Yeah, yeah," she replied, rolling her eyes. She could be a little bratty.

"Repeat that?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry 🥺 I didn't mean to be rude, Professor. I want you happy always," she said mockingly, feigning innocence as she subtly pushed her chest out.

I quickly looked down as she laughed, grabbing a paper off the pile to grade. I'd learned her tells--whenever she was unsure on a question, she took off her glasses and nibbled at the temple tips, lips just slightly parted.

I had overheard D talking to her friends a few weeks ago and knew she was going through a rough time. She'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, and it was clearly weighing on her. Part of the reason I offered her the TA position was to give her something to focus on. Maybe if she had something to occupy her mind, she could start to heal. Maybe if I could mentor her, I thought, I could stop having these illicit dreams about rubbing my cock across her face.

"How are you doing, D? Honestly--you seem off," I asked.

She smiled, walking over with an exam and plopping down into a seat.

"I'm doing fine, I guess. I broke up with my boyfriend recently, and it's been tough--but I'm getting through it. Distracting myself and whatnot," she said.

"That's good," I replied, leaning back in my chair, determined to focus only on her face.

"You're young and beautiful. You'll have guys reminding you of that in no time."

"You think so, Professor?" she said, staring at me as she bit the edge of her glasses--holding them sensually between her lips.

"I know so." I stood and walked behind her, placing my hands gently on her shoulders.

"You're definitely a good girl. Any guy would be lucky. I just want to make sure you're okay--that you don't feel too down for too long."

D tilted her head back, trying to look up at me.

"Do you think I'm a good girl, Professor?" she asked.

I felt my cock pressing hard against my pants. Please don't let her feel it, I prayed.

I hurriedly stepped back, turning toward the back of the room.

"You know what--why don't you take the rest of the day off? We can connect again tomorrow," I stuttered.

"Okay, Professor. Whatever you want," she said softly, as she exited the room. I kept my back turned--but missed the sly smile plastered across her face as she left.

Chapter 3: Stacks & Secrets

Fuckkk. I couldn't control myself. It was something about her face--the contrast of that innocent expression with those devious, knowing eyes. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing slowly.

"Okay, Professor. Whatever you want..."

The truth was, this all started weeks ago--back in the library. I had seen her with her boyfriend, thought he was berating her, and I was about to intervene. But then I heard it.

"You're a fucking slut. Look at you, dressing like this in a library. Say it--say 'I'm a slut who has only one purpose in life,'" he said.

I was furious. Who the fuck was he to talk to her like that?

Then she replied:

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Yes, I'm a slut, and my only purpose is to swallow your cum."

I was stunned.

I never would've thought she liked being degraded like that--but there she was, in a public library, completely submissive.

"I don't know if you'd even be a good slut for me," he said, never breaking eye contact.

"I'll try really hard, Daddy. I'll suck that cock until every drop is in my throat. Please, Daddy."

Then--without warning--he shoved his fingers into her throat until she gagged. He pushed her to the ground. I caught a glimpse of her through a gap in the shelves, on her knees, saliva dripping from her chin, hands bracing the floor for balance.

Maybe I imagined it--but I thought she saw me. Then, a second later, he was stuffing his dick into her mouth, and she didn't flinch. I rushed out of there.

Fuckkk. Just remembering it sent me over the edge.

I walked over to the desk she had just left, pulled out my cock, and started stroking. I was close--so close--when I saw she had left her phone. And then--I heard footsteps.

Her? Now?

Panic surged. I came just as the door swung open, barely inches from the phone. I scrambled to cover it with a test and accidentally knocked the phone to the floor.

"Sorry, Professor--have you seen my phone?" she sang as she entered.

I barely managed to zip up in time, red-faced and sweating.

She cocked her head, looking at me curiously as she walked toward the desk.

Could she smell it?

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the scream. The explosion. The scandal.

"Oh shoot--how'd it get on the floor?" she asked casually, bending to pick it up--her hand resting on the exam paper that was my only saving grace.

My eyes shot open.

"I knocked it over. You startled me a little," I said quickly.

"It's broken," she said, exhaling.

"Ahh fuck--I'm sorry, D. I'll replace it."

As I stepped closer to examine it, she locked eyes with me. I froze again, mind flashing to her on her knees--but this time, it was my cock in her mouth.

Without a word, she slowly stood. Her breast brushed against my chest as she rose, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.

At about 5'4", she was just the right height to press her ass firmly against my now-throbbing erection.

"Yeah... I'm sure you'll make it up to me, Professor," she whispered, before turning and skipping toward the door.

And just like that, she was gone.

I collapsed into a chair, completely drained. I crumpled the exam and tossed it in the trash.

No matter how badly that student had done--they had just earned an A+.

Chapter 4: A Rolling Storm

I stared down at the $3,000 I had just withdrawn from the bank. D's phone only cost $1,000. Me and the boys were planning to hit the local strip club later that night, so I'd grabbed some extra to avoid ATM fees.

We had agreed I'd help her cover the cost of a replacement, but I planned to give her the full amount. It was 100% my fault. I was heading to her place to drop it off before going out for the night.

I pulled up in front of her house, hoping I could just call her to come outside--but of course, she didn't have her phone. So I got out of the car and started toward the door. Just then, I heard shouting from inside. It was her and her ex--arguing.

Without thinking, I darted to the side of the house and hid just as the boyfriend stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I don't know why I hid. Maybe I just didn't want to be part of their mess. I waited a few seconds before stepping back to the front door and knocking lightly.

D opened the door. Her eyes were red, and mascara streaked her cheeks.

"Whoa, D--are you okay?" I asked, reaching toward her face but pulling my hand back.

She didn't say a word. She just turned around and stormed deeper into the house. She looked amazing--but for once, I wasn't ogling. I followed, concerned.

She went straight into the bathroom and started splashing cold water on her face, again and again. I stood there, awkwardly watching. She finally looked up at her reflection, water dripping from her chin, her chest rising in shallow breaths. She looked like she was on the verge of breaking down again.

Before she could, I clapped my hands once, loudly. "You know what? Let's go get some ice cream. Go on, get dressed."

She looked at me with surprise--then I saw the faintest hint of a smile tug at the corner of her lips.

"Come on now. Don't make me say it again. Get to it," I said playfully.

"Fuck it. Yes, sir," she said with a smirk, jogging toward her room.

She was so eager, I don't think she realized she left her door wide open. As I rounded the corner, I caught a glimpse--she was pulling off her top, exposing a tattoo I'd never seen before, stretched across the smooth length of her back.

She turned slightly, and I couldn't help but pause. Her side profile was illuminated by the soft hallway light, her brown areola peeking just into view. She caught me staring. We locked eyes briefly.

I turned away instantly and walked back to the living room, pretending like nothing had happened.

Chapter 5: Marigold

I plopped down on the couch and nodded off while waiting. A few minutes must've passed when I felt breath on my ear.

"Professor, I wonder what you're dreaming of..." D whispered, her lips grazing my skin.

I jolted upright, startled. She giggled and backed away slightly.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that," I said, trying to steady my breathing.

But something had shifted. Her expression was different now--her mouth slightly parted, her eyes lowered toward my lap.

I followed her gaze.

My cock was pressing up against my pants, fully exposed beneath the fabric.

Shit.

I adjusted quickly, trying to play it off. Without acknowledging it, I gently grabbed her shoulders and nudged her toward the door.

"Let's go, let's go--you were taking forever," I said, forcing a laugh.

But she wasn't done.

She spun around suddenly, making me almost bump into her.

"Yeah, but... did I do good, Professor?" she asked softly, stepping back so I could get a full look.

She was wearing a short marigold sundress that flowed loosely over her body. The V-cut hem dipped suggestively, and if she was wearing a bra, it was invisible. The dress moved with her--teasing glimpses of her curves underneath.

Then, slowly, she twirled.

The low back of the dress revealed her smooth skin and that bold tattoo--now clearly meant to be seen.

"Fuck me," I whispered, barely realizing I'd said it aloud.

"I said... did. I. Do. Good. Professor?" she asked again, each word slow and sharp.

Just a few minutes ago she had been crying. But now, she was glowing--alive. I decided not to dull my words.

"You look fucking incredible," I said, letting my eyes drift from her ankles to her face.

She beamed, bouncing slightly with excitement.

"I'm glad you like it, Professor. I saw you staring at my tattoo... figured I'd dress for you tonight," she said, voice silky.

I laughed, trying to defuse the tension, and gave her a gentle nudge toward the door.

"Come on. We don't have all night. I've got plans later--but this shouldn't take long."

We walked to the car, and I opened the passenger door for her. She slipped inside effortlessly. I walked around to the driver's side and climbed in.

She looked so innocent in that seat. Which made what she said next all the more shocking.

"I really hope we don't make a mess..."

I turned, blinking. "What?"

She stared straight ahead, palm pressed softly against the window.

"...you know, with the ice cream," she added after a long pause, eyes twinkling with mischief.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. Of course--ice cream.

She giggled uncontrollably beside me.

But even as I pulled the car into drive, my mind was racing.

Because deep down, we both knew ice cream was only the beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED!