It was at the university's Starbucks when Jaune Arc laid her eyes on her. Technically, it was his time his blue eyes made contact with the redhead, but actually seeing her into full view gave him a perspective of the mysterious woman. Of the mysterious woman had a name. The pair shared a Calculus class together. Occasionally, she would tap him whenever she fell behind or didn't hear what the professor said. It was a friendly neighbor chat. Not the wanting-to-get-to-know chat. Her mysterious aura turned heads left and right through the halls of the university. A flower on the rock was the proper term many have called her. Jaune didn't know what cord struck him to introduce himself to Pyrrha Nikos, but timing can be interesting if it is a part of fate.

He tapped her shoulder. She quickly jolted, probably surprised by the sudden appearance. The redhead held her notebook with both arms before relaxing. She showed her heavenly smile. "Oh, you are the blonde from Calculus." She snapped her fingers a couple of times. She was trying to remember his name. On the final snap, she remembered. "Jaune. Jaune Arc. I find it easily when comparing you to Joan of Arc."

Rubbing the back of his head to laugh at the overly used pun, he politely said, "I get that a lot. I do have a sister who shares the same name as M'Lady."

The barista interrupted the conservation after calling Pyrrha's order. The trienta Strawberry Acai was her poison. She took a sip before returning her adoring eyes onto Jaune. "Listen, I wish we can talk, but I got to run."

Threading on a thread, Jaune spat. "Listen, Pyrrha. I know you don't anything about me." He was stammering. With his hands in his pockets accumulating sweat, he tried thinking on what more could he say to speak to this beauty. "Our Calc test was coming up and the professor gave me his notes to study and analyze. I was wondering if you wanted to share and compare notes with me?" He grunted, covering his mouth. "So, we can break the curve?"

She closed her eyes with Jaune getting a chance of seeing the glowing skin of hers. Complexion creamier than milk, her smell was pleasant as a fresh plucked strawberry, and a voice as heavenly as a siren to a sailor. "I can get with that. Perhaps we can make it a study party."

"A study party," he retorted. On the inside, he was rooting and thanking the gods for allowing his only trump card to play in his favor. "That would be a great idea. However, I don't know many of our classmates."

She patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about the classmates, just bring yourself and the notes. I can gather others for the study party." She slightly brushed his shoulder. "Here is the address of my home. Be there at 8 o'clock. See you around."

As her scent left him entranced, he stammered as he tried to muster a response. "Do I need to bring any chips, soda, something?"

She didn't look back, but threw the peace sign in the air. "Just bring yourself, my dear. I am looking forward of your arrival tonight." She exited the door leaving Jaune in a trance. Until, a patron bumped into him.

"Sir, can you move. There are dozens waiting to order." Jaune humbly apologize and returned to his table. He needed to head back to his dorm to shower and to change. Meanwhile, he phoned his roommate Lie Ren to make connections with the professor to acquire those said notes.

That night, Jaune gathered the notes from Lie Ren to bring with him to Pyrrha's house. Upon inputing her address onto his map app, he learned that she lived off campus. It didn't alarmed the blonde for it wasn't uncommon of students living off-campus. Borrowing Lie Ren's vehicle, he traveled the highway. About thirty minutes had passed, he began questioning if this was a prank. He was traveling on a beaten dirt path. He was having doubts. Firstly, he had never visited Pyrrha or had much interaction with the exception of class. Secondly, she didn't even leave a phone number in case he were to get lost. He was too excited to rationalize those thoughts. As he was about to call it quits, he started to see lamppost. His mouth become agaped upon seeing a mansion.

He turned onto the cobblestoned driveway to lead to the front of her mansion. He was alone for he didn't see any other vehicles in the driveway. Either they were lost like him or didn't want to spend their Friday evening studying, what was important that he was going to spend time with Pyrrha Nikos.

He approached the door of the home. Before he could knock, the door opened. He cautiously stepped inside of the manor to see Pyrrha Nikos waiting for him. She stood at the foot of the spiral staircase. She was wearing a white evening gown adorned with a pearl necklace. He blushed as he wore just a plain t-shirt and blue jeans. If he would have known if it was more formal, he would have put on something better.

"Good evening, Jaune." She made graceful steps. Such an angelic splendor, according to Jaune. She made it to the floor where she greeted him with a peck on the cheek. "Glad that you can make it." She led her hands to another room. "Shall we go to the drawing room?"

Entranced by her beauty, he absentmindedly shook his head for approval as she took him by his hand to the room. As they were walking, he finally asked. "Where are the others?"

"Others? What do you mean?"

"The others for the party."

She paused, as if he was speaking foreign to her. "Oh! That!" She lightly tapped her lip. "I don't have any real friends to speak of." She took his hand once more. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

Jaune entered the drawing room where she presented him with a seat. The seat was actually a soft, plush rug beside the burning kettle from the fireplace. He jokingly stated, "I won't be sure how we are going to write, but if it is fashionable."

Both we sitting on the rug. Jaune felt the pelt of the poor creature that once claimed it. It was quiet, but comfortable. As he scuffled for his notes, Pyrrha looked at the ceiling before smiling at Jaune. "It's a loving evening. Isn't it?"

"Agreed. A full moon, stars in the sky. As if the heavens are speaking to us."

"Romantic, Jaune. You think the heavens are speaking?"

Her voice flowed like honey, making the back of the hairs in his neck to stand. "They can. To be sure that everything falls in line."

She giggled. "Like you and I sitting alone in this big mansion?"

"Yeah, you can say that."

She licked her lips before stretching her hand to his hand. "What if the heavens were speaking the moment you came to talk to me."

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt two arms come around him, holding him like a vice. Her arms were clasped around his chest, and even if he wanted to escape from that embrace there would be no release. She placed her left hand on his heart and whispered into his ear, "Your heart is racing. You want me don't you?"

"I wanted to study with you is all," he managed to say as her finger trailed his chest.

"Studying or studying me," she asked in an alluring tone. She began to blow in his ear, and then gently nibbling. It felt gentle at first, but it began to get harder and he could see the blood trickling down my shirt.

She covered her mouth. "Oh my! Please accept my apologies." She withdrew her tongue and applied it to his wound. She whispered, "I know you have been watching me from afar, Jaune. I have been watching you watching me."

Jaune nearly choked on his own saliva when she exposed a slip of her nipple. He was already combating his throbbing member. Nevertheless, he was fighting his judgement. "No, Pyrrha. I can't. I like you. I do. But, this isn't what you think." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Granted, I came with motives of using this as an attempt to pursue you. I had no intent of wanting you to have sex with m."

She lowered her eyebrows. She rubbed his hand before kissing it gently. Her licks reignited the erection. "Jaune, you have been sweet. I have scented it." She used her palm to rub his erection. "I think that I can say this now. It isn't that you had ulterior moments, but I do. The thing is that I want to sleep with you. I want to have sex with you."

She hovered over him and began undressing him. "I know what you want. I know your desire. Let me be your desire." She inhaled his manly scent. "Will you become the desire?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he managed to say, "Yes, I will."

"I'm willing to grant you what you want, for it is my wish to give myself to you."

"Yes, Pyrrha. Your wish shall be granted."

To be concluded in the next chapter….