The Student-2

The Student - 2

By INtrinSicliValud

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

Copyright © 2026 INtrinSicliValud

 

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact: intrinsiclivalud100@yahoo.com

All good things must come to an end. 

Yeah, that’s what they say, whoever the high-holy fuck they are. 

The day she graduated from St. Elizabeth’s School for Girls (of the Uber-Rich and Over-Entitled) and moved on with her young life should’ve been filled with boundless joy. Off to one of those ivy-encrusted colleges in central France, she’d tried to smile. So had I while caressing those sweat-slick, nubile curves after a final, energetic romp. We’d both failed.

Of course, the self-same mysterious they also proclaim that lightning never strikes twice in the same place.

Ah, but it did.

Her name is Carina. She of the thick, glossy sable mane that refuses to behave, owner of wide impish dark eyes, dangerous—very dangerous—lithe curves, and long—very long—legs. Yes, the olive-skinned beauty with the sultriest of Spanish accents is a rule-breaker through and through. 

A girl like her. Oh, she transforms a stodgy school uniform into a shining exemplar of performance art. White blouse, one button always just there, right at the hint of straining lace…dark lace. The remaining buttons surge with every breath, pulling thin cotton tight and threatening to pop free. 

Below skirts of deep green pleated plaid hemmed a little too high, white stockings adorn toned, olive-skinned thighs. Add cheeky, unauthorized slits at both hips and hmm….

Then there’s the choice of footwear. Other girls might prefer comfort, but the heels she sports—skyscrapers with slender patent leather straps tight to perfect ankles—do wonders for her legs. Eyes flashing, she’s well aware, meeting every jealous glance from her peers or sneaky ogling by faculty members.