It was a week later, and I couldn’t hide the grin on my face as I texted my mystery texter back. I’d been to class, done my day’s work and now it was my free time and I was spending it just the way I wanted to.

I felt dirty and naughty, but oh, so nice, all at the same time. No more was I being the good little girl hiding behind her books and study sessions. I was showing what was really in my mind and I loved it.

I thought about all the things that I wanted a guy to do me. I thought about all the things...