💌 ~Lessons of Love ~💌
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏: 🚬𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍🚬
Chris Sturniolo x Avery Lane
Intro
Tw: Swearing, smoking, drinking, smut, clit play, unprotected p in v, aftercare
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
“Ugh! take those stupid posters down Avery, you don’t wanna tempt yourself with things you can’t have.” My mother Barked,
I rolled my eyes ignoring her demand to take down my vogue posters.
Today my parents were helping me move into my “dream” school or at least that’s what they say to all their colleagues who ask.
Truthfully this was hell, moving to a new city, into a new polished and poise apartment that my parents hand picked for me. To go to a new school for a career I have no interest in, with annoying pricks and suck ups as my classmates and strict, borderline rude professors.
All away from my actual dream to become a model.
Just because my parents say it’s a hobby not a career.
“Looks like we’re done setting up.” I said, internally jumping for joy, finally able to get my parents out of my hair.
My mother pouted, “Avery, why don’t you hug your father and I goodbye…we’re not going to see each other til winter break you know.”
I huffed, “alright” I leaned into hug both my parents.
“Good luck bug,” My dad muttered,
“Thanks dad,” I sighed
As soon as our emotionless hug fell through I ushered both of the demons out the door.
“Avery don’t forget to study each night and no partying or boy or-” I shut the door in her face, at last freedom.
I looked around the plain and boring apartment I would now have to call home.
“This place is gonna need some re-decorating.” I said to myself, walking over to the boxes I hid from my parents full of things they’d disapprove of being a part of any inch of my apartment.
Beaded curtains,
CD player and a shit ton of CDs,
Fashion magazines from over the years,
And quite a few stuffed animals I saved from my childhood.
After hours of moving around furniture, putting up posters, taking down others and basically remodeling the whole apartment, I called it a day.
I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from my backpack. Sat down on my bay window and looked out into the Boston skyline with my freshly lit cigarette.
It was truly a beautiful city, just not mine to call home, not forever at least.
My phone buzzed suddenly, startling me a bit.
It was my best friend Mia, Mia and I’ve known each other since birth. We’ve lived through the highs and lows of our lives together, she’s been my best friend and only friend all these years and I wouldn’t leave her for the world.
She’s also attending Briarwood University, just the difference between her and I is that she actually wants to, and I don’t.
“You called?” I said as I took another hit of the cigarette in between my fingers.
“Oh my god Avery! You need to get your ass over to the velvet hour club right now!” She screamed through the phone, seemingly at the club that moment.
“I don’t know Mia, I just got here, I don't wanna party my first night.” I whined,
“Avery get over her now, no excuses!” She shouted once again, admittedly hanging up the phone after.
“Ugh whatever,” I mumbled getting up from my window.
I enter my walk in closet to look for a more presentable outfit.
Black mini skirt, paired with black boots and a dark purple sequin top. I put on eyeliner, mascara, lipstick with a touch of glitter eyeshadow. Grabbed my purse and black leather jacket and left.
I walked along the softly lit streets of Boston, a cold breeze flew by me. I dragged my heels along the pavement, giving glances to little boutique and clothing stores as I made my way to the club Mia was talking about.
The neon sign glowed in front of me ‘Velvet Hour’, I was about to walk in, obnoxiously loud music already filling my ears. But my eyes caught a glimpse of something more my style, a bar.
I strutted across the street to a run down bar. Inside it was filled with middle-aged men drinking, talking and laughing, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. All I cared about was getting a nice drink, alone with no men or women to bother me.
I sat down at the bar, away from the rest of the men. I ordered my drink and patiently waited for it to be made.
As my drink was handed to me, I noticed an unfamiliar man sit right next to me. He had a little bit of stubble around his jaw and glasses that nicely fit his face.
“What is a babydoll like you doing at the bar?”
I looked around confused on who he was making that comment too.
“I’m talking to you blondie,”
“Me?”
“Yeah you…what kind of fake ID got you that drink?”
“What are you a cop?”
“I asked first,”
“I’m 22, but nice try,”
He chuckled “you think I’m gonna believe that…you don’t look a day over 18.”
I rolled my eyes and slid my actual ID over to him.
“As I said before I’m 22,”
He inspected the ID, “My bad I guess, I’m just used to seeing high school kids coming in and out of here with their fake ID.”
“So are you a cop or…” I stalled
“Nope college professor,” he took another sip of his beer.
“Even worse than I thought..” I joked
He gave me an annoyed look and slid my ID back to me. “You’re from New York I see, what’s a girl like you doing here in Boston.” He continued the conversation.
“Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy”
“I would actually,”
I huffed, “How about this I'll tell you if you buy me a drink.” He laughed, “How about I take you back to my apartment and I can make you a way better drink than whatever this shit is.”
I thought about it for a minute, he had a little smirk on his face like he knew I was gonna say yes he just needed to hear it first. “I suppose, but just so you know I do have pepper spray in my bag so if you're a murder I’d advise you to stay away.”
“Smart girl…but sadly today you will not need to put your pepper spray to use. I'm just a college professor, that's all.”
I giggled, grabbed my purse and followed him out the bar. He led me to his car, a pretty nice one to say the least and opened the passenger side door for me. “Ladies first..”
In a blink of an eye we were at his apartment or should I say penthouse. “I thought you said you had an apartment…not a mansion built into an apartment complex.”
He chuckled, taking off his coat to reveal his abnormally large biceps and sculpted abs peeking through his thin black tee. My mouth fell open, it was quite obvious that I was staring. “You know it’s not nice to stare at strangers.”
I walked closer to him, confident, composed, pretending my heart wasn’t beating through my chest. “Why don’t we skip the drink and jump straight into what we both know I’m here for.”
Usually I’m the type to keep to myself, to be admired, not touched. But I couldn’t contain myself anymore his face, his arms, the slight bulge in his pants poking out.
“Your bold for assuming that,”
“And you’re bold…” I stepped closer to him, “for talking to a girl you thought was underage to having her come to your apartment to make her a drink.”
He smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I didn’t get your name..”
“And why would you need that…”
“So I know what to call the girl I’m about to fuck…”
“Babydoll will work just fine…”
“Alright ... .babydoll” he effortlessly picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. The city lights spilled through the big windows in his room. The room was dim, just light enough for me to be able to see the outline of his face.
He threw me onto his huge bed in the center of his room, frantically ripping off his shirt and climbing over me. I looked around the room quickly to get a sense of my surroundings. There was a book case aligning the wall, hundreds of books filled it. On the other side of the room there was a desk with scattered papers all over it and a laptop that was slightly open.
“Hey eyes on me babydoll,” he brought my attention back to his ocean blue eyes that glowed in this lighten. “Sorry I just…didn’t realize how much of a nerd you are.” I boldly said,
“You’re gonna regret you ever said that.” He imperiously said with a straight face, eyes piercing into my soul.
“Make me”
Something broke in him, he aggressively planted his hungry lips onto mine, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. My hands began to roam around his chest, trancing over his distinct abs.
He tugged at my shirt and just like magic it was off in seconds exposing my white lace bra that fit around my boobs perfectly. He barely glanced at it, not caring for the lingerie in the slightest only what’s underneath.
He unclipped it and threw it to the side. Within seconds he was placing sloppy kisses along my chest, his tongue wrapped around one nipple as his fingers played with the other. A moan escaped my mouth suddenly and I could feel his smirk on my skin.
He laid messy kisses down my stomach til he reached the waistband of my mini skirt. He pulled off the tight fitting skirt in one swift motion not even glancing up at me.
My soaked panties were now on full display for him, “Damn babydoll this wet for me already?” All I could do was moan and nod in response, this man was doing something to me that no man has ever done before.
He rubbed my clit through my panties, making me even more wet. “Fuck it’s so good…” I moaned into his ear as he leaned over me.
“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet..” he whispered back in my ear. I moaned louder, clearly getting close to my climax. He abruptly stopped, “Not yet Babydoll…not yet,” I felt him hook his finger under my soaked panties and slowly peel them off to reveal my glistening pussy.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful” He muttered under his breath, eagerly ripping off his pants and boxers, his hard, thick and veiny cock sprung out with pre cum already on the tip.
My mouth falls open involuntarily, I’ve had sex before plenty of times usually with men who have small dicks and big egos. Who think sleeping with me automatically makes them the coolest guy ever.
So being here tonight in a complete strangers home, on his bed about to probably have the best sex of my life, it is all shocking.
He bent down and mumbled into my ear “tell me if anything hurts,” hot and a gentlemen, who would’ve guessed. I nodded quickly, impatiently yearning for his dick to be inside of me.
He smirked at me, using my juices as lube and aligning himself. He pushed his length into me full force and began to thrust roughy before I could even adjust to the feeling.
Tears started streaming down my eyes, the pleasure and the pain mixed together made me completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. Broken moans left my mouth, he swallowed every single one with his messy kisses as he groped my boobs with his hands.
Every thrust got more and more intense, his pace was punishing yet felt heavenly. Each lingering touch, kiss, bite, suck felt so intimate for meeting just a couple hours ago.
I could feel the knot in my stomach suddenly tighten. “I’m close,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of my head. “I got you…” he groaned in my ear,
In an instant the knot inside me snapped, and a wave of pleasure and overwhelming sensations washed over me. He continued to thrust at the same pace so I could ride out my high.
Not too long after his thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated. I felt his dick twitch inside of me and without warning his hot cum spilled inside my hole. In one big gush my walls were filled with his load. He finally collapsed to my side, groaning through his orgasm. 
After a couple minutes of laying in complete silence except for his occasional pants of exhaustion. He abruptly got up with warning and left the room. A couple minutes later he came back with a towel in hand and a baggy t-shirt.
“You can stay here tonight if you want, I know it’s pretty late.” He said, cleaning me up with the towel and tossing me the t-shirt he had in hand.
I was about to protest but when I went to turn to him he was already in the bed seemingly sleeping. I threw on the shirt and got into the covers.
I wasn’t planning on staying the whole night I have class tomorrow, I just needed a second to rest my eyes. But once I shut them the next thing I knew it was the morning and I was late for class.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The man was already gone, and I ran around his room trying to gather all my belongings.
I ran out the door in a flash, trying to book it back to my apartment. Once I got to my door I frantically put in my keys and ran to my closet.
“Not appropriate, too ugly, too slutty..” I searched for something to wear, “perfect!” A white baby tee with an apple on it. I threw my hair into a messy bun, put on a denim skirt and a red zip up hoodie, put on some makeup and ran out the door.
“Shit!” I ran back into my room and grabbed my bag and earbuds, two things I will desperately need for the day.
I enter the large building, with pillars aligning the outside and marble covering the inside. Only 30 minutes late, could be worse, could be better. I frantically strut down the long halls to find my class “room 138, professor Sturniolo,”
I look up and down each hall til finally I found it. I enter through the big double doors to see every single student staring at me. The professor was already teaching his lesson with his head turned to the board. “Alright students could anyone tell me…” he turned his head just enough for me to see his face.
“Fuck.” I mumbled under my breath. It was the man from last night. God I’m so stupid he literally told me he was a college professor and yet it didn’t click in my head that he could be my college professor.
He seemed caught off guard at first but quickly pulled himself together. “You must be Ms. Lane, find a seat and next time try not to be 30 minutes late to my class.” He commanded,
“Yes, professor” I avoided eye contact and quickly found a seat right next to my best friend Mia. “Where were you last night girl? and why the fuck are you late?” She asked
“Both to long of stories to get into right now,”
She nodded and pulled her attention back to the lecture. Meanwhile I was to caught up on how my time here is going to be a hundred times worse now with my current situation.
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