Chapter 2

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I was twenty and very aware of my own sexuality; I reveled in it. That was probably why nothing gave me more joy than watching the top of Lily’s head disappear between my thighs. My clitoris twitched in warning at the thought and I gave myself a light slap on the thigh.

Time to refocus. I needed to get dressed and be in and out of Professor Calix Eleftherios’ office before some bright-eyed janitor saw me.

I grabbed a short flared dress done in a popular African fabric, ankara. The feel of the soft almost-cottony material and its jarringly bright colors was just what I needed right...