At night, we held trysts in the most obscure places. Sometimes, his lab, his office, the top of the clock tower, anywhere that was warm, hidden away from others, and lacked cameras. After sex, he’d pull out his books, and we’d lay naked in quiet study until it was time to return to our sleeping quarters. Three days before, we’d met in our secret little room in the rotunda, where he’d helped me study for my parasitology exam, quizzing me while I rode his cock.
