Page 16 of Make Me Learn
As I found my way to the orientation session, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of excitement. I was ready to embrace this journey, to connect with like-minded individuals, and to dive into the vast ocean of knowledge that awaited me.
I took a seat among a sea of unfamiliar faces. The energy in the room was buzzing, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. As the speaker took the stage and began to share insights about university life, I found myself engrossed in the information, eager to absorb everything like a sponge.
As a freshman, and one that was returning to study after an extended break, I was required to complete several foundation units before I could commence on the core work of my chosen major.
Throughout the day, I attended various workshops, met my fellow classmates, and engaged in lively discussions. The intellectual stimulation was invigorating, reminding me of the unique pleasure I found in the conversations and exchanges at The Masquerade.
As the day progressed, I began to form connections with my peers. We shared stories, exchanged ideas, and discussed our aspirations for the future. It was a different kind of intimacy, one based on shared interests and intellectual curiosity. While the intensity may not match the passionate encounters at The Masquerade, there was a spark of excitement in these connections, a hint of the potential for deep and meaningful relationships.
I aimed to immerse myself in the academic environment, attending lectures, participating in study groups, and dedicating myself to my coursework. I looked forward to the rhythm of university life taking hold, and I wanted to be challenged and inspired by the knowledge I was acquiring and the discussions I was engaging in.
But despite my focus on my studies, the memories of The Masquerade persist. The lingering touch of Zeus, the tender caress of Apollo, the mischievous glint in Hermes' eyes and the fire of Ares’s personality, they remain imprinted on my mind. There were moments when I caught myself daydreaming, my thoughts drifting back to the intoxicating encounters and the sense of liberation I felt in their presence.
It’s during lunch that I made my first friend.
Eva's piercing green eyes held a mischievous spark, her porcelain complexion, framed by cascading waves of chestnut hair, accentuated her delicate features. As innocent as she looked, she had a sassiness to match my own.
Eva and I struck up a conversation effortlessly, drawn to each other's vibrant energy and shared sense of adventure. We quickly discovered common interests and a shared desire to explore life beyond the confines of academia. Over lunch, we bonded over our love for art, literature, and a mutual fascination with the mysteries of human need.
As the conversation deepens, Eva revealed a side of herself that surprised me. Behind her innocent facade was a seductive badass with a penchant for kinks and a thirst for exploring her own hidden wants. She spoke with a confidence and playfulness that matched my own, and I couldn’t help but feel an immediate connection to her.
We shared stories of our own encounters and fantasies, each revealing a side of ourselves that we kept hidden from the world. The more we talked, the more I realized that Eva was not just a friend, but a kindred spirit.
As lunch progressed and our friendship grew stronger, Eva and I found ourselves engaged in playful banter about our upcoming math lecture with the formidable Professor Greyson Steele. The mere mention of his name sent both excitement and trepidation through the student body.
"You've heard about Professor Greyson Steele, right?" Eva smirked mischievously. "They say he's as sharp as his namesake. A real mathematical force to be reckoned with."
I chuckled, leaning in closer. "Oh, Professor Steele, the mathematician with a name that matches his commanding presence. They say he can 'steele' the hearts of students while keeping them on their toes."
Eva raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've heard he's a 'calculus' dominator, leaving students trembling under his powerful grasp. But hey, if he can make math both intimidating and irresistibly hot, who are we to resist?"
We burst into laughter, imagining the scenario in our minds. The idea of Professor Greyson Steele, a professor that I had already heard was known for his dominant demeanor and irresistible allure, leading a class full of students through the intricate world of mathematics, intrigued me.
"Maybe we should come up with a secret 'al-ge-bra' safeword," I suggested, grinning. "Something to discreetly remind each other to stay focused if we get too 'trig-gered' by his dominance. Like 'limit' or 'control'."
Eva nodded, playing along. "Yes! If one of us starts to feel overwhelmed by his commanding presence or our minds wander into submissive fantasies, we can use our secret safeword to bring each other back to reality. It'll be our 'cal-cu-lust' defense against his seductive lectures."
Our banter continued as we imagined ourselves navigating the challenges of Professor Greyson Steele's class, armed with a feeling of excitement and a dash of apprehension. The anticipation built, and we eagerly awaited the first encounter with this dominant and alluring math professor.
As the time of our first math lecture with Professor Greyson Steele approached, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursed through my veins.
Eva winked at me and whispered, "Are you ready to face the tantalizing equations and seductive proofs of Professor Steele? I hope you've brushed up on your algebraic foreplay."
I giggled, trying to keep my composure. "Oh, I've sharpened my pencils and polished my calculator, ready to be seduced by the mysteries of mathematics. Let's hope Professor Steele can make integrals as enticing as he is."
We exchanged knowing glances, our imaginations running wild with fantasies of a math lecture that goes beyond the mundane.
Just as we were about to enter the room, a fellow student carelessly pushed past me, causing my bag to slip from my grasp. Papers scatter across the floor, creating a chaotic scene. Eva moved to help, but I waved her off, insisting she save us seats while I quickly attempted to gather my scattered notes.
Only moments passed before I heard footsteps approach and a male voice as someone bends to assist me. “Here let me help,” he said, reaching for the same papers I am about to pick up.
Automatically looking up at the speaker I find myself looking into deep gray eyes. Deep familiar gray eyes.
Gray eyes that I remembered looking into as he thrust his cock deep into my mouth and called me a ‘good fucking girl’.
And he was dressed in a suit which could only mean one thing. Zeus and Professor Greyson Steele were one and the same.
Fuck.
