I could picture him just then, tall, smoothed black hair, bright green eyes, a brilliant smile, muscular build that showed under the button up shirts ...nd slacks. I wanted him, desperately. He, just so happened to be my history professor. Professor Nelson was the talk of the campus, ever since he got hired about two semesters ago and girls were envious of other girls that had his class. Awakening me was a dull throb between my legs. I was growing wetter and wetter just at the thought of his. Anyway eventually we got up and I entered in the washroom without looking at Lakith and spent reasonable time in peace. I was suffering with fucking fever nearly from one week and for the time being that eagerness was subsided and I once again started feeling that what all I have done is wrong, something was pinching me but I was realizing this fact too that nothing can be done now and I had to overcome my subconscious mind and nothing except fucking could do that and to do that I called Lakith. The more I got to know her, the more I had to think about what to say when she got into areas of feelings and emotions. This was so not guy stuff – and I was just that: a guy, a dumb, naturally sex-focused, goal-oriented guy. Fortunately, Simone, after a few moments of (on my part, terrified of saying the wrong thing) silence, she spoke. ‘I may be young, but I’ve lived quite a life, one that most people only see in movies. I’ve learned a great deal about people. ‘You see, Ed, people change,. And, now she was beginning her period, a time when she became super horny and needy. She had tried to control her urges and needs, but just could not take it anymore. She needed my attention, and did not care that it was 3:00 a.m. She slipped out of her robe and slid into bed next to me. “I’m sorry.” She said. “But I need you. I’ve got my period, I’m beyond horny, and I need to get some relief.” Despite having just woken from a deep sleep, and still in a little fog, I knew what to do. This.