First Year of University

It was a choice. A rude, contradictory and stupid one. Escape from reality and problems.

He got straight A's, honors certificates, academic competitions and exhibitions, so much time, work, effort and sleepless nights were invested in the future to have the opportunity to enter a prestigious university on a scholarship.

Brian Griferson threw away his future.

Not a prestigious university, not even a respected one, a distant university with some strange Latin name that he couldn't even pronounce.

The furthest from his hometown, family and former acquaintances of classmates.

He was an excellent student, the smartest guy in the class, but at the same time he was a loser, a geek and a nerd.

The school hierarchy was a bitch. He was the teachers' favorite, but what good was that if for the whole damn school he did have a three kisses and a short groping session with his hands over his clothes during one of the parties.

Far from his city, academic success, he wanted a wild youth and sex.

He was accepted to the university without any problems and even allocated an apartment under some student program. When he entered the university, he was first on all lists. The gap in grades was colossal, he stood out again.

But what was more important was the fact that most of the school were girls. The former all-female academy opened its doors to boys after they failed to get accreditation. With such a female preponderance, He believed that he would have a chance with at least someone.

Putting minimal effort into this damned study, he was going to concentrate on getting all sorts of debauchery. Brian is smart enough to get a scholarship and do any assignments from the university with ease and quickly, even without his father's help. Brian already had too many problems from his many brothers, and Brian sensed his father's disappointment in him. His father ignored his academic success, but he supported his son's decision to transfer to another university.

So he applied to university simply to "enjoy life" rather than study. He planned to start a relationship and have sex in his first year or, ideally, in the first semester, but his plans were disrupted in his favor.

It took a week for people to notice how easily he completed tasks. And if the average person didn't care, there was a category of people who wanted to take advantage of the smart guy. The vast majority of the university.

Lazy Latina whores. Unwilling to work and study, they would rather sell their bodies for a completed university assignment. This laziness was almost worth the entire university being closed.

They couldn't seduce the teachers, because they were also lazy Latina sluts, so they targeted the guy. The latest Latina slut showed up on his doorstep one week and one morning later.

The nerd was only five minutes away from his first blowjob.

He hadn't even had time to step outside the cloakroom when one of his history classmates stood in front of him.

Sunglasses, long hair, a skirt that showed off her long legs, and a simple white shirt through which you could see her bra. And she smiled at him like a cat that caught a canary.