Forbidden Lecture: My Professor's Secret Craving

Chapter One

Aria slumped deeper into the worn-out gray couch in Lena’s cramped Toronto apartment, her curvy frame practically swallowed by the baggy sweats that could easily fit in two more people of her size. It reeked of dried tears and takeouts. Her dark hair fell in a tangled mess around her face, framing her big hazel eyes that were puffy and red from two months of sobbing into pillows.

Eight long years. We talked about marriage and kids. And what does he do? He f***s that bleach-blonde slut of a neighbor, Sasha, with her fake t**s and i********: thirst trap, right on our kitchen counter while I stupidly worked double shifts at the cafe towards their future. f*****g Marcus!!

The memory hits fresh. She remembered coming back home early from work to surprise Marcus. She had just gotten the biggest tip of her life from a generous customer, and with the day being their 8th anniversary, she had planned a surprise dinner and some hot s*x later. The sound of moaning was unmistakable as soon as she walked in.

Quietly, she followed the sound to the kitchen, and what she saw made her breath hitch. There was her boyfriend with his scruffy fade-cut head buried between their neighbor’s legs.

“Ohh, Marcus… right there…y-yess… that’s the spot… yess-s..”

“Mmm-hmmm-mmm, f**k, you taste so good, Sash… so f*****g good,” Marcus mumbled between her legs, his tongue thrusting in and out of her swollen p***y.

“What the actual f**k?!” Aria’s words came out louder than she expected.

Even as they turned to see her, they didn’t stop. Instead, it seemed like her presence fueled them more as their moans grew louder. Aria wished she could slap the stupid smirk on that b***h’s face. The audacity!

She could feel her heart break. How could he do this to her? Even though Marcus worked at the gym, it was only her money that was used to buy stuff around the house. He had always assured her that he was saving the money for their future, and she had been so stupid to believe him. They were in love. That was all that mattered, or so she thought.

With her blurry sight, she grabbed what she could: clothes, laptop, toiletries, and called an Uber, sobbing. By midnight, she was standing on Lena’s doorstep.

Lena Torres, her coworker from the cafe who had become a fast friend over their late-night shift, venting about bad dates and boss drama, hugged her tight when she opened the door.

“Crash here for as long as you need, girl. Marcus is an absolute trashy pig, and he doesn’t deserve you.”

That was two months ago. Her phone buzzed on the cluttered coffee table again, the screen lighting up with his name. She grabbed it, thumb hovering before opening the text. “Come pick up the rest of your s**t. Garage door is open. Also, Sasha says hi xx.” A gym-bro emoji smirked at the end.

“f**k you,” she muttered as she hurled the phone across the room. It bounced off a greasy pizza box and skidded under the TV stand. “f**k you, Marcus!.” She screamed as the tears welled up again in her eyes.

Just then, the front door flew open with a dramatic bang as Lena marched in, her short black curls bouncing wildly. Her yoga-toned arms were crossed over a neon pink tank top. Beside her was Mia Chen, petite Chinese-Canadian with straight bob haircut and sharp eyeliner. She was always the sarcastic one from our cafe crew. And then, there was Jade Patel, the tall Indian beauty whose long hair Aria could only dream of having. She was the hype-woman who always DJed at their staff parties.

“Aria Marie Jenkins!” Lena exclaimed. “Enough with this pity party. It’s been two months. Two f*****g months moping over that smug gym rat.”

“Crying into Ben & Jerry’s every night?” Mia snorted, kicking off her shoes.

“Honestly, Ari, it’s pathetic. The i***t is probably somewhere having the time of his life while you’re sitting here depressed.” Jade chipped in, tossing her glittery heels.

“Club tonight, bitches,” Lena said as she walked back from the kitchen. “Toronto’s hottest spot. We’re talking shots, dancing, and hot guys. Time to slut it up and forget that loser and his limp dick.”

Aria whined and pulled a blanket over her head. “Guys, no. My Master’s programme starts tomorrow, remember? I’ve got an early morning class, and I already look like a raccoon f****d a zombie.”

Lena yanked the blanket away, her hands on her hips, yoga pants stretching over her firm ass. Mia pulled her up, shoving a tight black dress into her hands.

“We know that. Lena pushed your ass to apply for that program, so don’t waste it. But for now…”

“Shower!” Jade blasted music from her phone, setting them in the mood. “We’re dragging you out for this house, whether you like it or not.”

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An hour later, they were at the club. Flashy strobes of lights sliced through the sweaty air, thick with vodka, weed, and cologne-perfume mix. Bodies ground wild, glitter girls tossing heads, guys peacocking. Lena moved them all to the sticky bar.

“Four tequilas! Salt-lime quick!”

The burn slid down Aria’s throat nicely. She scanned the crowd, licking the lime from her lips, and then she froze. He was leaning on the wall, 6’2 and muscular. His inked arms clung tightly around the white V-neck shirt he wore. His tousled black hair fell over his piercing blue eyes that were locked onto hers. Damn! He’s hot!

Lena nudged her. “That fine piece over there looking like he'd rather eat you for dinner? Go talk to him.”

Aria’s cheeks flamed. “Two months post-breakup? I can't… It's too soon.”

“Slut up, girl,” Mia teased. “You say you're over your ex, right? Now's the time to prove it .”

“Guys, come on—”

Jade chanted shots, and the rest followed suit. Three burned sweet, four fired confidence. Liquid fire pooled low in her belly. f**k Marcus. I’m doing this. With her heart hammering, Aria sauntered over, her hips swaying over her tight dress. God bless Mia. This dress was definitely the right choice.

“Staring much?” She said in her most sexiest voice as she reached him.

He chucked, his deep voice cutting the noise. “Can you blame me?” The smell of whiskey oozed through. “Dance?”

Where did this magnificent being come from? His baritone voice was enough to vibrant her dormant p***y.

“Sure,” she said as they moved to the dance floor.

His hands on her waist sparked heat. Gosh, how could he make her wet just from his touch?

As they danced, they ground closer and closer, their sweat-slick skin becoming electric. She turned her back to him and ground her ass against his hard length. Oh s**t! That is one huge c**k. Just imagining how it would fill her up made her body shake involuntarily. He could feel it too and bent over to her ears, his breath hot against her skin.

“Wanna get out of here? I know somewhere quieter,” he murmured.

“Umm…” she hesitated. Her eyes darted to her friends, and sure enough, there was her answer in six thumbs up. “Okay, let’s go.”

As they left, Aria immediately texted in their group chat. “Hotel across the club. Pepper spray ready just in case.” Her friends replied with a series of emojis: tongue, water drops, aubergine, and crazy hand placement (iykyk). “Get d**k, queen! Don’t forget school tomorrow.”

Just before the hotel door shut behind her, he shoved her against the cool wall as he devoured her lips, rough and hungry. Their tongues slid into each other with wet urgency. Aria’s nails scraped his shoulders through his shirt, her hips rolling forward to press her mound against the rigid outline of his c**k bulging in his trousers.

She moved her hands to his chest, pulling him back slowly, “No names tonight. No strings attached, okay?”

Her heart was still fragile to take someone new, and with this sexy hunk of a man, she was sure he wasn’t going to stick around.