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His full, unruly, gray hair matched perfectly with the gray beard that framed his face. His slightly square chin gave him a manly, seductive look. 

And, my God, he had that cursed genetic gift, the little hole in his chin. You could see it, despite the beard, which was very well aligned, by the way.

I confess that older guys never called my attention that much. I was in the mood to be with people my own age or younger...like Ethan. Don't judge me, go. But that's a story I'll tell in more detail later, I promise.

Back to the Linguistics I professor, I thought he was in his mid-forties by his build and raspy voice.

He was white, tall, and with a deliciously up-to-date physique behind his aqua green social shirt, the same color as his eyes.

And the look? Deep, seductive, with those thick yet aligned eyebrows. As soon as his eyes met mine, I couldn't help it. I was on fire inside.

I had never felt something like this before, to be hit with just a look. But I had to cross my legs on the spot. It was automatic. Something was happening inside my panties and it was urgent, emergent.

Could he simply not live up to my expectations of an old, fat, grouchy, mothball-scented professor?

It would be much easier.

"Welcome, everyone. My name is Max Anthon and I will be your professor for Linguistics I. "

He completed the sentence and again his warm gaze fell on me. 

Yes, I was, in many ways, in deep fucking trouble.

***

I literally could not see even a beam of light. 

I tried to sharpen my other senses, like hearing. Loretta made no effort to speak directions to me in a voice loud enough to overpower the screams of the other crazy veterans. 

What a cheat.

Somehow, I thought about camouflaging myself in the crowd of freshmen running around disoriented like zombies. Around some corner, I could slip in unnoticed and take off the blindfold without anyone noticing me and run back to the sorority.

Well, brilliant idea. 

Loretta's voice became more and more distant, while other screams, or rather howls, from the veterans were mixed in with the screams of supposed support from other students.

Did I sound like I was in a mental institution? It did.

I struggled to find it amusing as I groped my way through the air, walking and running in the darkness. 

A few minutes later, the volume of the voices was lowering, I must have been going in the opposite direction of the "gang". My hands bumped into a pillar and I groped my way around it until I understood that there I would turn into another corridor. 

A few more steps and if I was far enough away from the group, I could disguise the fabric that covered my eyes.

A few more steps and...

I am suddenly pulled around the waist by nimble, firm hands. There is no time to scream. One hand immediately covers my mouth and all I can feel is hot breath in my ear as I am pressed lightly against a wall.

"You are safe now.”

***

“I’ll let you go, but promise not to scream.”

His hoarse, strangely familiar voice makes my body freeze and then catch fire. Every hair on my body. I repeat, every single one, is standing on end.

"Uh-huh.”

"Do you promise?”

I shake my head positively, my body still pressed between him and the wall. Eyes and mouth covered. I gasp for breath. It's only a few seconds, but long enough to immerse me in a mixture of distress and lust.

Again I feel the heat rising and falling in my belly. All my muscles tense. It's involuntary.

"I will trust you”. He says and then withdraws the hand covering my mouth.

Instinctively, I rip the blindfold off my eyes to confirm what I already knew. It was him. It was Max Anthon. 

I have come to doubt that in this joke he was really a teacher. The roleplaying of the prank had not yet convinced me. 

As if guessing my thoughts, he quickly explained himself.

"I was worried that you might trip or hit your head somewhere.”

I was unable to respond. My breathing was irregular and my eyes were taken by his, as if I were hypnotized.

At my reaction, he gave me a sideways smile, I couldn't tell if it was debauchery or pity.

"What is your name?”

"Aria. Aria Thomas.”

It was the first time I had uttered my last name to anyone at this university.

" A name as beautiful as the person who bears it.”

"As beautiful as the person who bears it”.

 Really? It's okay that he taught a linguistics class, but...

"You are free now, Aria Thomas" .He says, still smiling and allows himself to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. 

Our bodies were still at a morally incorrect distance, I must say. And what was that tiny, dark space? Perhaps some sort of storage room....

"Shall I say...thank you?". I took the courage to abandon the role of innocent schoolgirl to join her game.

By the way, the game had already started in the classroom, or not?

" Or maybe you don't want to be set free.". He says, bringing his face close to mine again.

" Aren't you afraid of what might happen?". I tease.

" What do you think might happen?”

"Someone might see us." I shoot, without much thought.

"And you are afraid?" He continues to play, mercilessly.

Our faces are millimeters apart now. His perfume, a delicious musky scent, invades my nose and confuses my senses.

How wrong was it to be with him right there, right now?

And how willing I was to make a mistake, giving myself over to desire.

While my mental struggle was going on, Max's hands were again touching, in a still firm way, other parts of my body. He began to slowly move his left hand down my belly, navel, and following in this direction, playing with the waistband of my jeans.

I shrank my belly in the act, a mixture of shivering and hard"on. The fire still consuming me.

He seemed to be enjoying himself with the vulnerable student, still pinned in front of him.

His other hand, previously resting on the wall at the height of my face, also began to slowly descend, accompanied by his gaze on my lap. His way of touching my skin so softly and yet so precisely at the most sensitive points was driving me crazy.

He continued to move down over my breasts, still on top of my shirt, and in a gesture contrary to what the other hand was doing, he began to lift it, very slowly, without stopping to look into my eyes, as if implicitly asking for my approval.

 "Aria, tell me, are you afraid of what is happening here now?”

I had reached the limit. My pussy was throbbing. It was burning. It was begging. Your touch on my breasts completed the ardor, the latency of desire.

The nipples, swollen.

 "Enough. Please." I said, panting, and in a burst of breath, my hands gripped the back of his neck.

My gesture didn't match the request.

It was insane, but I heard myself say.

 "F*ck me. Now.”