Looking back, if it weren't for that remedial class he took months ago, he wouldn't have met Jean. Thank God he made the mistake of going to the wrong room that day.
Even back then, Jean was already an eye-catcher. She was one of those girls who pulled off the I'll-dress-like-a-slut-but-will-still-look-good-and-innocent-in-your-eyes look.
When Allen had found out that he was in the wrong room, it was too late; the remedial class had already begun. Lucky for him, Jean was the one who initiated a conversation with him.
She was pretty hot, so it was only natural for him to put on his moves. Honestly, Allen was relieved that she didn't turn him down or ignored him the first time he tried to charm her.
"I don't think you need to attend this class anymore," Allen told Jean on the third day of class.
Jean was smart—she was smart enough to ace almost all of the reviewers and sample problems their instructor had given. He had taken the vacant seat beside her and asked her why she was taking this class in the first place.
"I hooked up with my professor's son," Jean answered casually, shrugging her shoulders to emphasize that it wasn't much of a big deal.
Her answer was met with silence and a confused expression painted on his face, so she continued. "Ralph was a good guy, really. But he had this weird thing with being perfect and presentable all the time, it was like OCD or something.
"It pissed me off whenever he'd, like, straighten the creases on my clothes I was wearing or fix my stuff in a nice and orderly way without my permission. So I dumped him after two and a half weeks."
"And?"
"He ratted me out to his mom and then she went all bâtshït crazy with me," Jean rolled her eyes dramatically and he chuckled. "Ugh, that blabbing idiot. I hated him for it. Lo and behold, I got a failing mark in her subject."
"That's not very nice," Allen said, frowning. "Or fair, considering she's a professor."
"Exactly," she said, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, her plump lips turning into a frown. "Pissed the hell out of me, I swear to God."
"But what happened afterwards? Did you report her or something?"
Jean shrugged, as if that event never happened and she was completely unaffected by it already. "Eh, I was supposed to report her, but ever since Ralph knocked someone up, they just went into hiding or some shît. I don't really care anymore." Then she faced him, batted her eyelashes at him and said, "Wanna go have coffee later?"
Allen smiled widely. "Sure."
After having coffee together and sitting next to each other for the next three days, she invited him over to stream a movie on Netflix a week later.
That's when they started hanging out and filling each other's sexual needs. It was a mutual decision, seeing as they made each other hot and bothered every time they were alone together. It had been a year and two months since they started.
Something twitched.
"Goddâmn, Jean," Allen groaned with his eyes closed, just thinking about her turned him on. She was dominating his thoughts, and sometimes, he had to screw his eyes shut for a good three seconds because the memory of her beautiful face stayed there.
He didn't mean for his emotions to get out of hand, really; but seeing Jean smile, hearing her contagious laugh and looking into her beautiful hazel eyes that were full of mirth whenever she'd tell him about her never-ending stories of her adventures during her high school years... it was too dámn hard not to fall for her.
And sometimes, he'd remember her riding him, her hands on the planes of his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him slowly, then she'd pick up the pace and start making the sexiest moans he'd ever heard in his life.
It was more than sėx to him now. And it terrified him.
"Fūck," Allen gasped, sitting up and ruffling his hair. His gaze landed on his crotch area, the effect of having her in his head (not the one at the bottom) was still evident. She always had that kind of effect on him, it never went away.
Allen got up from his bed and went straight to the bathroom. He badly needed a shower.

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White Sheets | ✓
Short StoryIn which Allen finds himself getting undeniably attracted to a brunette vixen named Jean after entering the wrong room for a remedial class. [ amazing cover © XantheRowds ]