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*May 22nd, 11:07pm*

“Don’t look away…”

She was leaning against the bathroom counter, one foot on the floor,
the other leg up next to the washbin, her face mere centimetres from
the vanity on the wall. In it she could see their reflections, hers
grimacing with each of his thrusts, his looking down as he guided his
shaft in and out of her distended slit, pulling her hair as he used
his other hand to firmly control her hips.

Having made it out of the shower they had dried each other thoroughly,
but while his short hair needed nothing more than a vigorous rubbing
with a towel she in turn ended up looking like a wet dog. To her
surprise he actually had a decent hair dryer, a Panasonic nanocare
with ion charge, which quickly smoothed her mane into a lustrous black
waterfall.

As soon as she turned the dryer off she felt a hand scoop up her left
leg, lifting it unto the counter in front of her, while another tightly
grabbed a fistful of hair, pushing so as to bend her over the sink. He
pulled her head back, forcing her to look into the mirror as he
entered her from behind, making her watch herself.

“Aah!” she gasped, feeling him quickly pull out and then ram into
her.

“Keep looking!” he demanded, with a tug of her hair.

She saw her obscene expression, trembling lips slightly parted,
drooling, eyes filled with lust. She had never wondered of herself as
being sexy, had never even imagined the term could apply to her, and
yet at that moment the reflection of her sheer, unadulterated wanton
seemed to her to be the epitome of raw, ferocious sexuality.

“Ah! Ungh! Augh! Augh!” she shook with every thrust, and yet
remained mesmerized by her reflection, her eyes locked unto her eyes.

The forceful way he pulled her hair, controlled her movements, subdued
her, dominated her… it was overwhelming, a kaleidoscope of
sensations which rose and ebbed as he slowly began to break her down.

“No…” she moaned, in a moment of lucidity, as she rested her
dangling foot on the floor, twisted her neck to loosen his grasp, and
reached for the door frame, grasping the edge, pulling herself away,
and taking a step in an attempt to escape.

It was no use. He grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her
against his groin, impaling her, following her footsteps as they
staggered out of the bathroom, joined at the hips with him pistoning
in and out every time she wavered.

“No…” she pleaded again, feeling him grab her arms just above her
elbows and pull her back, forcing her tits to jut forward while he
kept fucking her. Still she resisted, taking two, three steps, until
she bumped against the kitchen countertop, at which point he again
pushed her down, bending her over and ravaging her sloppy cunt.

*May 22nd, 11:38pm*

“D,” he whispered.

For the first time that night she found herself in danger, and
although alarms started going off in her head she was helpless, her
body shivering as he leaned on her, chest pressed against her damp,
taught back, his hands massaging her sweaty, dangling breasts. He soon
let go, however, and dropped them to her sides, at which point he
grabbed the back of her thighs and leaned back, lifting her from
behind, spreading her legs, her sex completely exposed, flaunting the
fact that his cock was still buried deep within her pussy.

Terrified of falling she reached behind her, hooking her arms around
his, feet dangling up and down in the air as he walked and fucked her
at the same time, grool flowing down his shaft, down his balls,
leaving a scattered trail of liquid beads on the hardwood floor.

When they finally reached the bed he nearly flung her on the mattress,
on her back. Before she could recover he had already positioned
himself on top of her, straddling one of her legs as he lifted the
other straight up, holding it close, calf on his chest, ankle against
his neck. His other hand was already planted on a breast, pressing,
twisting, kneading. She was pinned down, immobilized, her slimy slit
wide open, ready to receive him.

Slowly, he pushed inside her. He had control, and knew it was only a
matter of time as he started to pump into her, pulling out until the
head of his penis just barely touched her outer labia, smearing her
juices and his pre-cum over the pink folds, before plunging back into
her with gentle force.

“Unnngh… augh!” she moaned as he pulled out, and yelped with
every stab.

He continued to fuck her, deliberately, his brow furrowed with intense
concentration as salty beads formed on his forehead and drops of sweat
snaked down his back. She continued to writhe underneath him, her
upright leg trembling as her foot periodically stretched en pointe
towards the ceiling, her hands clutching the bedsheet in tight
fistfuls, biting her lip, moaning, groaning, screaming, grunting…

After twenty minutes her engorged clit had swollen beyond the confines
of its hood, revealing the hard nub at the entrance of her throbbing
cunt; she was at the very edge. He suddenly stopped, their tangled
bodies frozen, a snapshot of sex and lust. After a few moments he
slowly pulled out, leaning back, freeing her.

“Fuck me…” she pleaded, in a low, husky voice.

“I won’t stop if I do,” he warned her.

She got on her knees, leaning forwards, half her face pressed against
the mattress, holding her hands behind her back, her ass high in the
air, completely exposing her anus and pussy, a position of absolute
submission.

“Fuck me like an animal,” she implored, breathlessly.

He positioned himself behind her, between her legs, and grabbed her by
the wrists, pinning them down against her back. He then pushed his
hips forwards, his glans spreading her slimy labia, his shaft soon
following, deeper and deeper to the hilt.

“Uuuuuuungh…” she groaned, lifting her head, facing the wall as a
strand of saliva dangled from her lips for a few moments before she
gently settled down again on the bed.

“Please… finish me…”

She had finally managed to set him off, all semblance of tenderness
forgotten as he began to violently drill her cunt, ramming into her
with enough force to rock the heavy bed as she lurched back and
forth. He hurried the pace of his thrusts as her screams became
increasingly shrill. He didn’t care anymore, his reality had collapsed
into a single, all-encompassing drive to pound her into submission and
force her unto that final, agonizing paroxysm.

“I’m going to come! I’m coming hard! Fuck! I can’t… I’m… coming…”

She howled into the mattress as spasms of ecstasy rocked her frame and
she collapsed, twitching, grunting, mewling. He was, by now, too far
gone, and fell on top of her, freeing her wrists and restraining her
instead with a one-armed choke hold as he pulled her head back by
grabbing her hair. He wedged his legs between hers, forcing them open,
while he continued to frantically fuck her, his body slapping against
her backside as he jerked his hips.

“Take it! Take it all!” he screamed into her ear, as she helplessly
shook like a ragged doll underneath him.

“Take… nnnnnnngh!”

He arched his back, grimacing, pushing in as deep as he could muster,
his legs rigid, trembling. He managed one… two… three more
powerful thrusts before collapsing on top of her, spent and completely
exhausted.

A minute passed, as he then slowly slid off her damp body and laid down
on his back next to her.

The bedroom, impregnated with the smell of sex, pussy, grool, cum, and
sweat, was now completely silent save for the heavy, laboured
breathing of its two occupants, which soon died down as they finally
fell asleep.

*May 23rd, 8:29am*

The murmur of a hushed conversation slowly woke him up. He turned and
found himself facing the smooth wall of skin of her back, the crack of
her ass peeking just above the mattress. She was sitting on the edge
of the bed, and while he could not figure out the words, he recognized
the soft Chinese tones being spoken. In the end there were only three
words he managed to elucidate:

“Bye-bye ma.”

She lowered the smartphone and sighed.

“Are you OK?” he asked in a low, gentle voice.

She slowly turned around and sat on the bed, hugging her legs close to
her naked body, her back against the wall.

“I’m OK,” she replied without looking at him, but instead just
gazing at the off-white wall across the room.

They remained side-by-side for a few minutes, she looking ahead, he
staring at the ceiling.

“I’m not going to fail you,” he said, finally breaking the silence.

She said nothing in return. After a few moments he thought if she had
even heard him, but decided against disrupting her pensive mood.

“Yesterday in your office…” she eventually began, her voice
trailing off.

“Yes?” he whispered.

“You said I liked you… why?”

He bit his lower lip, thinking for a moment, taking a deep breath
before responding.

“Your parents came to see me a couple of weeks ago.”

She turned towards him, a slightly bewildered expression on her face.

“My parents what?” she asked, emphasizing the “what”.

“I didn’t tell them anything, you are an adult and your student
information is privileged. They did most of the talking.”

She expectantly held his gaze.

“It seems your mom found your midterm, and she got worried. They
told me you were doing great in your classes and were incredibly proud
of you but even though you were trying so hard you just weren’t
prepared for a physics course.”

“I told them they would have to talk to you, that I couldn’t
discuss it with them, but she said you were stubborn and refused to
drop out, that you kept bringing up some deal which, according to her,
was just some nonsense to push you a bit when you started university.”

“In the end nothing came out of it, save for two things: one, you
are their only child, the apple of their eye really, and two, you
didn’t stay in my class because you had no choice, and you certainly
didn’t come to my office yesterday because you needed an ‘A’,” he
softly concluded.

She slowly looked away, breathing a deep sigh, lightly bumping back of
her head against the wall a couple of times.

“So what now?” she asked.

“You’re going to get your ‘A’,” he answered.

“What? No, you can’t…” she stammered.

“I said, you are going to get your ‘A’,” he interrupted her, “but
you still have to earn it.”

“I’m teaching a remedial course this summer. You don’t have to
register, but you will attend every class, and write every exam, and
you will learn and you will know that in the end you kept your end of
the bargain with your parents. And yes, I like you too, but you are
dedicated, and clever, and I know you can do this, and…”

It was the deep, passionate kiss she gave him on the mouth that which
finally shut him up.

*May 11th, 1:57pm, a few years later*

She was fairly tall, a fact that her high heels, short skirt, and top
crop helped emphasize, another asset being that their tightness left
little to the imagination in terms of what her incredible figure was
like. Though incongruous with the office setting she was in, the man
speaking to her in front of the blackboard seemed to have taken no
notice of her wardrobe, and so she continued to scribble formulae in
her notebook as quickly as he drew them with his chalk.

“So we see that the integral of the magnetic field over a closed
surface is zero, which actually means what?”

She suddenly stopped writing. If her blank expression wasn’t enough,
her glassy gaze left no doubt as to the futility of his query. He gave
it one last shot.

“A net magnetic charge can’t exist, hence magnetic monopoles
are…?”

The question hung in the air, like Michael Jordan in his prime, but
alas no dunk was to be.

“… non-existent,” he finally concluded, deflated.

“I’m sorry, I’m just having a real hard time with these equations,”
she explained, with a concerned look.

“There’s still a week until finals, and three more tutorials left,
I’m sure those will help.”

She lifted her pen to her mouth, placing the tip between her
perfectly-painted pink lips.

“Maybe… some private tutoring might be more helpful…?” she
suggested, leaning back against his desk, her skirt riding up to
reveal even more of her perfect, seemingly endless legs.

“I… um…”

“Knock, knock! I was wonde… oh, hello!”

The young woman was already halfway through the door when she realized
she was barging into a scene, but she nonetheless entered the office
without missing a beat.

“Sorry, I came by to pick up the Feynman Lectures you were gonna
lend me…”

“Yeah! For sure!” he replied, a bit too enthusiastically, and
visibly relieved. “They’re just on the shelf besides you.”

“Also, I know you’re busy TA’ing thermo, but I was wondering if you
had some time to give Jennifer here a bit of help with Maxwell’s
equations? She’s having some trouble and you are much better than I
when it comes to explaining stuff.”

“Jennifer, this is…”

“I know Jennifer,” the young woman interrupted, “she was in my
calculus tutorial last semester. How’s it going Jen?”

“Um, hi! It’s, um, I’m… OK?” the student clumsily answered,
nervously pulling down on her skirt as she straightened up.

“Don’t worry, he’s right, I am much better than him at explaining
stuff. I have some time right now, why don’t we go to my office and
see what we can do, sound good?”

“Yeah… sure… thank you,” Jennifer replied, hurriedly heading
out the door.

“See you at seven?” he asked, as she began to turn to follow the
student, her long, raven ponytail flowing behind her, a bright red
ribbon holding it together.

“Without fail,” she replied, as she closed the door, a mischievous
smile on her lips.

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