My Steamy Story: aksh singh a 20 year old boy is doing II...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea. I’m Angelina, and let me tell you, my new neighbor is a whole damn problem. I first saw Aksh Singh in my Advanced Thermodynamics class, and I literally had to grip my desk. This boy? Criminally hot. Like, ‘makes-you-forget-your-own-lecture’ hot. Black wavy hair you just want to pull, and a lean body with those visible veins on his forearms that had me in a chokehold. When he finally spoke to ask a question, that deep voice and the single dimple on his right cheek? OOF. My entire soul left my body.

My bestie Simi, another prof, clocked me instantly. She was like, “Angie, you’re blushing.” And I was like, “It’s the classroom lighting, period.” No cap, I was in full simp mode but my professional mask was GLUED on. I’d see him in the hallways of our building, always in his signature black and white drip, and I’d give him a neutral nod while internally screaming.

But last night? The vibe shifted. We were the only two in the hallway, and the tension was so thick you could yeet it. He gave me this look, all quiet intensity, and I just snapped. I grabbed his wrist, pulled him into my flat, and slammed the door. Before I could say a word, his mouth was on mine, his hands already under my blouse. I gasped into his kiss, “We shouldn’t—” and he just growled in that deep voice, “You’ve been pretending not to stare all semester, Professor.” And then his fingers were sliding into my panties, finding my soaking wet pussy. I moaned, “Fuck, Aksh,” as he pushed me against the wall, his hard dick pressing against my thigh. I was done pretending. I unzipped his jeans, wrapped my hand around his thick cock, and whispered, “Show me what that genius mind is really for.”