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The next couple of weeks I was living in a dream, thinking every day will be just like my first. My classes started, and one after another, the work started to mount. Of course I chose to ignore all that. Fuck work when you can fuck!

But as the months went by I realized I was struggling. I didn't want to admit that, maybe, what had happened was a one off. I had to wake up. Kenny wasn't around much; as this was his last year at college he had a lot on his plate. Or so he said. Was he avoiding me? I'm not sure, I couldn't tell. All I know is that when I confronted him, I heard him loud and clear.

"Don't let your cock think for you, Christian. You must study. That's your priority."

I absolutely hate the fact that somehow I gave him the control, that he was the one who stopped me from having a good time. I wanted to be part of his fraternity, desperately, but I couldn't make myself go through the whole process. Fuck that! I don't need anyone! And I'd get mad at the whole idea of fraternities and so I'd bury my head in my books. As a matter of fact, that was the best thing I did even though I couldn't shake off the feeling of rejection these past three months. But I know that wasn't it. I wasn't rejected. I just couldn't figure it out what had happened. I've been thinking about the last day in his room, with Jenna, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. All of us enjoyed ourselves, we all had fun.

I tried reaching to Kenny from different side; I 'accidentally' bumped into Jenna few times but among the other things, all I got was, "If you want to be part of Sigma Epsilon Delta, you must focus on your studies".

I don't want to be part of Sigma Epsilon Delta! Where did they get that idea? I want to fuck!

In any case, maybe Jenna hadn't seen him too. As the word goes, she is one of the best students in her class. A straight A student. Which shocked me in a way but it shouldn't have really. I know you can have fun and study. Clearly she did.

As for college, it was harder than expected.

"This is not high school", every teacher would say, and they were right.

I struggled catching up and so I took up Mike's offer to study together. I remember that day; my ego was not as big as when I first met him, but he turned out to be really cool about it. I'm still not keen on working with anyone but I had no options; I needed his notes and knowledge. Each day after school we'd meet and work on what I missed. After that I'd get pizza and we'd eat. Sometimes Gordon would join us, too.

They didn't ask too many questions and were happy to talk about themselves. Marc was from Chicago. He used to live in a small one-bedroom apartment with his father and two younger brothers before coming here on a scholarship programme. It was really important to him not to miss any lessons. He had to be on top of everything. His mother died when he was young, and his father barely had money to send them to high school. The scholarship programme saved him, he said.

What stroke me odd is that, when he was talking about his family, about them not having any money, for the first time in my life I felt privileged. I'm not, I never was; ever since I was adopted into my new family I never felt anything different than from what I was back then, when I lived with the evil himself, but now I see how lucky I am.

As for Gordon, he is from San Diego; his family owns a car dealership over there. His father didn't go to college and because of it he insisted on sending his first born to study. Gordon just followed suit, after his brother. I noticed Gordon never mentions Kenny, which tells me there is a rivalry between them. He is determined to make something out of himself, something that will separate him from the title of a 'younger brother'. He is focused, competent and always with his books. Huh, come to think of it, I'm socializing with the nerds in here. The nerds that helped me ace my exams.

But nerds or not nerds, I had a really good time these past three months. I even made friends with Bob and Gabe. I think they finally realized they couldn't beat me. Four times they sneaked up to me and tried to wrestle me to the ground, and each time I'd knock them over. Finally, they just shook my hand and asked for a few lessons of Kickboxing. Ha, if only it was that easy. Something tells me not to trust them though; call it a gut feeling, I don't know.

During the reading week I invited Marc to come home with me as he was going to stay all by himself at College. Of course, he would never have agreed to it if he had to pay the airplane ticket. I did. It felt good too.

Once we got there, I'd completely forgotten about Mia and instantly I thought she would bother us; I was ready to tell her off but boy was I wrong. She'd just curiously peep inside my room, and leave. I haven't seen this side of her, shy. My little sis, I love her so much.

Gordon joined us after a few days, for the weekend.

We studied, hanged around; Marc even agreed to try the theory of "My Porsche brings more girls to the yard". After the night was over, and with a huge grin on his face, he agreed the theory works in practice as he collapsed on my bed.

But out of all of this, what's best is that mom and dad approved of my new friends. I saw them looking at us from their bedroom window, overlooking the back garden. My father stood behind my mother, their eyes teary.

And as for myself, I...I changed a bit. I know it's been only three months but I used that time to study, and make new friends. It sounds cliché I know, but when I say 'new friends' I really mean 'a' friend.

Miss Newman, to be specific.

She has been the highlight of my life so far. And for once, I'm skillfully maintaining balance between my studies and my sex life, thanks to her.

Sylvie Newman, a twenty two year old girl from Florida, sweet and innocent on the outside but a real hedonistic fucking machine to anyone who knows her intimately. Naturally, nobody but few of us knew about this. Her life revolves around her studies, her masters degree. Oh, and sex.

And it all started so innocent.

When she first called me in for a tutorial, the first four buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned; her ample breasts held firmly by her few sizes smaller bra were spilling over. Her pebbled nipples, half way out and virtually visible through her white shirt were playing havoc in my mind. She was sitting at her desk, looking at my essay and biting on her pen seductively.

Did she know her breasts were showing? Was she swaying her body to the rhythm playing in the background, on purpose, only to seduce me, or was she really that much into the slow beat of the music? I had no idea. All I knew was that right at that moment my dick started swelling and I couldn't stop it.

And when her eyes met mine, it took her a few seconds before a beautiful smile adorned her face, and even then I still wasn't sure what was happening.

"Come over here, I want to show you something." she said.

Unashamed from the distension in my pants, and secretly hoping she'd notice it, I walked over to where she was. I leaned over, looking at the paper she was holding in her hand but really, my eyes were curved way lower, on her breasts.

The back of her elbow was near my crotch and a minute movement on her part was all that was needed. I leaned further, and it took me a few moments to realize she was now slowly, very slowly, rubbing my distension with the back of her arm.

Was she really ….? I stepped back, shocked, or maybe scared of what may happen so easily and she smiled, and dropped my essay on her desk. Then she spun toward me on her chair, and uncrossed her legs.

"Christian Grey." she said.

"Miss Newman." my voice was solid, dark. Unafraid. Even though my heart was beating faster than a sprinter.

Her eyes were on me; her hands on her bare knees. Her knee-length skirt seemed to have ridden up, but that didn't seem to bother her. Calmly, she started spreading her knees apart, all the while looking at me. When her skirt limited the movement, she stopped, but only to move her hands from her knees on to her inner thighs, and gently, caressing herself, she glided her hands up, between her legs.

It was right at that moment that I felt the pulse of my dick in my ears.

The rest is…well, let's say, history. And as history repeats itself, we ended up doing it in her office every day; on her desk, against the wall, under her desk, on the floor, on her chair, every corner of her office was left smeared with our fluids. She taught me many things, some of which I'd never tell a living soul about, and some I'd shout from a rooftop and so the consensus on Miss Sylvie Newman is that she is one fucked up motherfucker! And the best part, all this was incognito. Fucking without any ties.

Was I okay about it? I didn't stop to ask myself that question. Did I know she was fucking other guys? Yes I did. She was reliving her tension with the sex and so who was I to complain about it?

"You are my favorite," she'd say. "I could fuck you forever."

"I know." I'd smirk salaciously.

"Go now. Your time is up. Professor Henderson will arrive any minute now."

She'd finish each time with that sentence.

She had all the control and that was the one thing I didn't like about us.

In fact, I absolutely hated it.

It took me a few months before I had promised myself that I'd stop going to Miss Newman's. Passing my exams with straight A's gave me extra confidence, and now that I caught up with everything, I got extra time too. It was time to spread my wings. See what else is out there.

The time was right. She needed to know I'm nobody's fuck toy.

Christmas is coming after all, time to spread some cheer.