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“Alright, next we are going to talk about the clitoris,” Professor Vega says, earning some chuckles from the other students. I just smirk and lean back in my seat. Professor Vega has a habit of calling on people who are not paying attention. I think he finds pleasure in torturing people and making them uncomfortable. Why is that so hot? Oh right, because I’m not the one who gets called out.

“Why take a human sexuality class if you are going to act like a twelve-year-old boy who just found their dick about everything?” I quietly ask Veronica. She is one of my dearest friends and a whole vibe. She’s fun but will kick ass if need be.

“Blaise, can you come up and circle the clitoris for us?” Professor Vega says to a guy who is too busy talking to his buddies.

“Uhm…” he stammers.

“Pretty high expectations, Vega,” Veronica says humorously. “You think Blaise knows where the clit is?”

“Bitch,” Blaise mutters under his breath.

“Ah, Mr. Lawrence. If you are going to call her a bitch, at least prove her wrong first,” Professor Vega says simply. “Come on up.”

Blaise grumbles as he gets out of his chair and reluctantly takes the marker from Professor Vega. He hesitates, but then circles the urethra, making Veronica and me burst out laughing. Blaise stares daggers back to Veronica, but she only grins at him.

“Alright. Alright. Settle down, ladies,” Professor Vega says to us. “Mila, come on up.”

“Me?” I ask, and he nods at me with a dampened smile.

“Don’t you know where the clit is, Mila?” Veronica teases, nudging my leg when I stand.

“Mmmm. I sure do,” I say with a grin. She winks at me, and I turn to get the marker from Blaise.

Professor Vega steps closer and wipes away the mark that Blaise made, but my breath hitches for a moment when the scent of his cologne hits me. Fuck, he is sexy, and he smells good. “Go ahead, Mila” he says coolly, stepping back.

“This is the clitoris,” I say, circling the correct spot. “Above it is the clitoral hood.”

“Good girl. What did Blaise point out?” Professor Vega asks.

“The urethra,” I answer.

“Wait. Is that where girls pee from?” Blaise asks, causing laughter to break out across the room.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking?!” Veronica asks with dry laughter.

“You can go sit,” Professor Vega says, taking the marker from me. “Good job, Mila.”

“Thank you,” I say, smiling at his praise.

“Veronica, this is a learning environment, and we are open-minded here, remember?” Professor Vega says. “Now. What is the purpose of the clitoris, everyone?”

“Pleasure,” a girl answers.

“Correct. The clitoris’ one and only job is to provide sexual pleasure. The entirety of the vulva is considered to be an erogenous zone, and the clitoris is the most sensitive part. Now… it extends back into the body and wraps around the vaginal canal. Everyone, look at the diagram in your book. What do you recognize as part of the clitoris?”

“The G-spot,” a guy says.

“Yes, excellent job. The G-spot is a part of the clitoris. It is found a few inches inside on the top wall of the vaginal canal. This is a spot where the vestibular bulbs rub up against the wall of the vagina,” Professor Vega explains. “As a whole, the clitoris is the most efficient way for a person with these parts to reach orgasm. Branching off from that, here is a statistic for you to consider when on your valentine dates tonight… Seventy to ninety percent of biological females are unable to achieve orgasm from penetration alone. So, if you have sex with ten women and they all say they got there without help, statistically speaking, nine of them are lying to you.”

“Quick! Tell them toys are friends,” Veronica hollers.

“That is all I have for you today. Remember, you all have an anatomy test next week, so make sure you are prepared for that. Happy Valentine’s Day, be safe, and have fun,” Professor Vega says. Everyone stands and starts to leave, but I take my time. This is my last class of the day, so I am in no rush. I also just want an excuse to be around Professor Vega. I have a habit of doing this so I can be around him a bit longer.

“Bye, girl. Have fun on your blind date,” Veronica says with a smile.

“Mhmm. Bye,” I laugh and turn back to collect my belongings.

“Good job today, Mila,” Professor Vega says casually as he starts to straighten up the room.

“For finding the clit?” I laugh. “I did not need a textbook for that, but thank you. You make a good teacher.”

“So, I have been told,” he remarks with a smirk. My face heats with a blush, so I turn back to gather my stuff. “Ready for the anatomy test?”

“Uhm… yeah,” I say.

“That didn’t sound very confident,” he laughs. “What are you struggling with?”

Professor Gunner Vega is young, fit, hot, and single. I would bend over his desk in the blink of a fucking eye if he told me to. He is asking a serious question, but the truthful answer is that I am struggling to remember the various parts of the penis. How do I tell my hot as fuck teacher that I need help studying dick?

“Uhm,” I laugh.

“Come on. Spit it out,” he says.

“I… am just struggling to remember the technical names for the parts of the… male genitalia,” I say carefully.

“We can certainly go over it. Do you have plans?” he asks.

“What?!”

“Do you have plans? You look like you would rather leave,” he says.

“Oh… I have a date… a blind date… that I will happily skip to learn the distinct parts of the dick with you,” I say. When he laughs, my face goes white, and I am horrified that I just said that. “You know… I think I will just fail. Forget that just came out of my mouth.”

“Relax, Mila. I knew what you meant,” he says warmly. “Get with me after class on Monday and we can go over it, okay?”

“Right,” I say. “I’d rather have that conversation with you than Veronica, anyway.”

“Have fun on your date, Ms. Hart,” he says, his tone a bit more bitter when speaking about my date.

“Mmm. Unlikely. I have texted with him once and he sounds like the type you shouldn’t turn your back on,” I say as I walk to the door.

“I’m sorry?” he remarks. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean I have texted with him once, and he sounds like a creep. I am a terrible judge of character over text, so I will at least go to see if I am right,” I shrug.

“What restaurant?” he asks.

“Ollie’s,” I say. “Why?”

“I am meeting a friend down the road from there. The after-hours number is my cell. Call me if you need a ride back to the dorms, okay?” he says.

“I appreciate that,” I smile.

I leave the room and slowly make my way to my dorm. I graduate in a few months with a bachelor’s degree in psychology. I have loved attending St. Valentines University. Colorado gets ridiculously cold in the winter, but I love it here. I am considering settling here since I have spent the last four years here anyhow. The university is styled from the old Victorian era and has been here for a long time. It is like a giant castle, but it’s full of horny college students. I got lucky enough not to share a room with anyone this year, so I am far more comfortable than I have been previously. Nothing worse than a loud and annoying roommate that you do not have a good relationship with.

This campus. These people. I know there are things that go on here that are not exactly… holy. There are rumors and whispers of cults and even ghosts. There is an old ghost story that gets passed around that the founders of the school murdered their wives, only for them to then haunt the school. Some say there are reports of flickering lights and even books falling off shelves, but I have never witnessed it myself. I do my best to steer clear of nonsense and focus on my studies. I don’t get involved with sororities, sports, clubs, or anything that doesn’t fit into my degree. I came here for a reason, and I’m determined to not let anything distract me. That doesn’t stop me from hearing the rumors, though. When the dean’s niece went missing, there was a lot of speculation about what might have happened.

I have dated on occasion, but I focus on my studies for the most part. That does not stop me from going to an occasional party when I am free and hooking up, but I almost always come back disappointed and hung over. It is not worth my time when no one is willing to put in the effort. This time, I was conned into a blind date with a friend of a friend. Riley is not exactly my best friend, but I do not hate her. She introduces me to the worst people, so I do not expect this to go any different from anyone else she has tried to set me up with.