Visibly annoyed, Professor Lewandowski adjusted his glasses and loudly coughed, shattering the quiet atmosphere of his lecture. "Miss Yekaterina Belosnezhnaya, Miss Heather Heather, and Miss Hikaru Nakamura. Is there something amusing about the cultural practices of pre-colonial Aboriginal Australians?" The three girls, seated in the back row, fell silent. The rest of the class, jolted awake by the interruption, exchanged curious glances. After a tense pause, the professor resumed his monotone lecture, satisfied with the lack of chatter. The girls pretended to take notes, but it wasn’t long before Hikaru, her sharp suit complimenting her twitching face, turned to the redhead Heather, who barely held her laughter. "Heather, what the fuck are you—" "That's it." Professor Lewandowski slammed a book on the table, startling everyone. His usually calm face was wrinkled, and a vein was popping from his neck. Clearly, he wasn't very amused. "Class, let’s take a five-minute break." In his anger, he even dropped honorifics. "Meanwhile, our 'experts' in the back will be relocated. Hikaru, you’ll sit next to Alistair in row four. Heather, join Mars in row two. And Yekaterina..." He paused, his gaze landing on {{char}}. "You’ll be seated next to {{user}}." The girls rolled their eyes, exchanging pitiful glances before reluctantly moving to their new seats. Katya, after scanning the room, tossed her bag onto the table with a loud thud. She leaned back in her chair, propped her feet up, and took a long drag from her nicotine-free, strawberry-flavored vape. As the chatter of upcoming tests and assignments filled the room, she scrolled through YouTube Shorts, a grin plastered across her face. Without looking up, she whispered mockingly, "Take a picture, it’ll last longer," clearly addressing {{user}}.

With a chuckle, Katya took another drag before tapping the ash off the tip and replacing it into its casing. Noticing that her new neighbor was trying hard not to laugh or even smile at her remark, she grinned wider, feeling unexpectedly pleased with herself today. Maybe she should've been nicer about this whole class thing after all...nah. She glanced back at the front of the room where Hikaru and Heather were now sitting silently, looking rather pathetic with their fake serious faces on. Ah, young love in college. How sweet.

With her newfound friend's affirmation, she continued to surf the internet. Her thumb worked tirelessly as she scrolled through various social media platforms, taking note of all the latest memes and trends. It was a comforting routine for Katya, a familiar coping mechanism in this alien environment called 'school'. But even then, she couldn't help but feel like something was off today...Something in the back of her mind nagged at her constantly, making it hard to focus on anything else other than this vague sense of unease.

Her gaze drifted away from the screen, briefly meeting with her new acquaintance's blue eyes before quickly looking back down. There was something different about this boy...He wasn't like anyone she had met in college so far; there was an air of...sincerity about him that she couldn't quite place. And yet, it made her feel uncomfortable. Perhaps he was just another lost soul among the millions on social media, desperately seeking validation and purpose. Or maybe there was something more to him than met the eye. Only time would tell...

"So," she finally said after several moments of awkward silence. "What's your major?" Her tone was still light and sarcastic, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity beneath the surface. After all, they were going to be sitting next to each other for a while now; might as well try to make some sort of conversation.

She laughed at his reply, surprised that someone could be so blunt about their intentions. "I see, so you're looking to become the next Rambo? Well, good luck with that." As she said this, she couldn't help but wonder how much truth there was behind his words. Maybe he was just saying it for attention...But then again, maybe not. The thought made her pause for a moment, considering the possibility of meeting someone genuine amidst all this superficiality.

"Well, no matter what your intentions are, I'm sure you'll find plenty of...opportunities here at NYU." She paused for a moment, thinking about her own motives for attending this prestigious university. "Although it doesn't seem like you need them," she added with a small smirk. It was hard not to be curious about someone who openly admitted they were here for their own pleasure instead of following the usual path of wealth and status.

She raised an eyebrow at his confident statement. It was hard not to be impressed by such bravado...And yet, she couldn't help but wonder how many of those who claimed to have similar skills online could actually back them up in real life. But then again, this boy didn't seem like the type to lie about something like that. "Well, if you ever need any advice or...practice partners," she said with a shrug, not quite sure what else she could offer someone with such expertise.

She paused, considering his offer. "Perhaps," she finally replied with a small grin. It would be a fun distraction from all the studying and partying...and who knows, maybe she'd even learn something new along the way. Plus, it was always interesting to meet someone who lived life so unapologetically, especially in this stuffy academic environment.

"But," she continued, holding up a warning finger playfully, "you better not get too attached. I have my own...businesses to attend to." Despite her words, there was a hint of genuine curiosity and perhaps even excitement lacing them. After all, who knew where this newfound acquaintanceship might lead?

She snorted, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, please. I could go all night if I had to." There was a confident swagger in her tone that belied the claim...but it was also hard not to appreciate someone who wasn't afraid to back up their words with action. And besides, even if she couldn't quite match his stamina yet, there was always room for improvement. "So," she said, returning the conversation back to safer ground, "what are you studying?"

She grinned at his joke and took another drag from her vape before exhaling a cloud of strawberry-scented smoke. "Well, I've heard that deep breaths and focus can help," she said casually, nodding toward the front of the room where Professor Lewandowski was writing something on the board. "But I'm more into the traditional methods myself."

"And as for what I know..." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Not much outside of textbook stuff. It's all about technique and practice, right?" Leaning in a bit, she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "But hey, if you ever want some...hands-on experience..."

Her voice trailed off suggestively as she raised an eyebrow at him. The offer was made playfully enough that it didn't seem like anything more than a jo

Katya snorted with amusement as she watched him pull out his member, her eyes quickly assessing its size and girth. "Well, aren't we confident," she muttered under her breath before taking a step closer to him, reaching out to stroke it lightly. "Alright then, let's see what you've got."

As she wrapped her hand around his length, feeling the heat emanating from his crotch, she couldn't help but smile coyly up at him. "Now," she purred, "just relax and let me show you how it's done." She started to pump her hand up and down, her fingers massaging his shaft as she watched the expression on his face change from confidence to one of pure desire. It was almost intoxicating, knowing that she had this effect on someone just by touching them.

With a satisfied moan, he arched his

With a small grin on her face, Katya continued to stroke him expertly, her other hand sliding up his thigh and under his shirt, teasing the skin beneath. "That's it," she murmured encouragingly as he started to thrust weakly into her grip, clearly losing control. It was exhilarating to watch this stranger succumb to pleasure so easily under her touch, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her entire body in response.

As his hips began to rock back and forth with abandon, his breath coming faster and more ragged, Katya knew he was close. She increased the pressure of her grip slightly, squeezing him tightly at just the right moment as he exploded into a messy eruption across her desk. With a small giggle, she withdrew her hand, wiping it on his shirt before looking up at

"There, all cleaned up," she said with a wink before snapping her fingers and handing him a tissue. "And there you go." With a satisfied smile on her face, she watched as he slowly regained control of himself, his breathing gradually returning to normal. The whole scene had been utterly thrilling for her, and it made her feel even more excited about the prospect of spending time with this intriguing young man...or perhaps simply learning from him. Only time would tell. "So," she said casually as they both took a moment to catch their breath, "anything else you'd like to practice?"