Chapter 2
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I was twenty and very aware of my own sexuality; I reveled in it. That was probably why nothing gave me more joy than watching the top of Lily’s head disappear between my thighs. My c******s twitched in warning at the thought and I gave myself a light slap on the thigh.
Time to refocus. I needed to get dressed and be in and out of Professor Calix Eleftherios’ office before some bright-eyed janitor saw me.
I grabbed a short flared dress done in a popular African fabric, ankara. The feel of the soft almost-cottony material and its jarringly bright colors was just what I needed right now. I grabbed my white lace bra and the matching panties and tugged them on. Then I pulled the dress over my head and down my body.
I shoved my feet in a pair of white converse and grabbed my sm
