I’d almost finished my third semester at college when I ran into trouble…again. I was studying hard to get my degree in Nursing. Long nights burning the midnight oil, no social life to speak of, pretty much extending myself to the limit. We had a break in our schedule coming up, and I was going to take full advantage of it. In fact, I’d been planning this for weeks.

One of my professors was this hot looking 32 year old guy who just oozed sex appeal. I’m not sure what it was about him that attracted me to him, because I’m not a person to go for the superficial aspect of a person. Like I said, he just oozed his masculinity.

He must have noticed me in his classes because once he’d noticed my rapt attention, he’d never waiver eye contact with me once it was clinched. Grrr…he was touching all the right buttons with me and he hadn't’t even laid a hand on me. Wow! I knew what I was going to be doing for those two weeks off!

We met for coffee every day after classes right up until the last day before our break started when we started a torrid affair. It was wonderful. We meshed so well that I could see ourselves as a couple, which was rare for me, since I haven’t met a man yet who could tame me.

Well, Lady Luck sure wasn't on my side again when it all came crashing down on me when his girlfriend, who’d been out of town on business, arrived at the apartment a week later and caught us in their bed. That bastard! I had no idea about her. He’d even gone to lengths to remove all traces of her in the apartment.

Amazing how quickly a hate-on can suddenly surge to one’s surface. I slapped him hard in the face, calling him all the worse names I could think of, all the while warding off the bedroom’s loose objects she was throwing at me! I could feel the adrenalin surge through my body like it was being force fed. I hauled myself naked off the bed to get dressed and get the hell out of there, but she never gave me chance. She was on top of me, clawing at my face, ripping at my hair, pummeling my body with the heels of her fists. Damn it, I thought to myself, she sure is annoying.

Because I was naked, there wasn’t much she could hold on for leverage to back her punches, but for a little girl, she sure could pack some wicked ones. I managed to get my hands around her throat to squeeze just enough to make her let go of my hair and I got myself straddled on top of her. “Knock it off” I screamed at her, “I was on my way out!” But she was still yanking my head painfully down to her chest whenever she managed to get a handful of my hair, so I grabbed her by the base of the skull with both hands and knocked some sense into her by driving it into the floor.

She was momentarily stunned and I took advantage to and got dressed, keeping a distance from that wild woman, but she was up in an instant. I had only managed to pull my pants on and she was in my face. Was I going to have to make my escape out of this stupid apartment naked? Meanwhile, my idiot so called boyfriend was frozen in the bed, watching everything going on around him.

She was clawing at me like a little girl in a school yard fighting for a turn on the swing. She slapped me hard in the face after I’d just done the same to her. Ok, this was getting boring, we weren’t getting anywhere with this routine, so I pushed her away from me, hard. She landed on the bed, at the idiot’s feet but she bounced right back on her feet and was back at me, but this time I was ready. I had clenched my fist, anticipating this move, and connected soundly with her jaw.

She didn’t even slow down. She’d obviously been in a few scraps herself and knew how to take the pain. I was impressed. She popped me one right across the nose, not breaking it by any means, but it made it bleed. Damn it! Why won’t she lie down? I grabbed her by the collar of her blouse, tearing it in the process, and back handed her a few times. She was scratching at my breasts with her one hand and with the other was trying to disentangle my clutches in her hair. Good luck bitch!

At one point, we both fell on the bed, and she was on top of me, punching me in my face. Ok, she was hurting me and enough was enough. The adrenalin surging through me from the anger I was feeling at everything that had just happened popped the cork and I exploded! I managed to twist my legs around hers, and through pure force, spun her around until she was on her back and funnily enough, in between her boyfriend’s legs. And that bastard had his hand near his groin, under the sheets, while watching us, obviously getting a cheap thrill. What a prick!

I pinned her head down on the mattress by the forehead and I punched her hard a couple of times, smacking her on the jaw, the nose and the cheek until she sagged. I could see her jaw fall loose in her mouth and her eyes glazed over. Enough was enough, I just wanted out of there. I was bleeding from the scratches on my breasts and from the pop she gave me on my nose. I used her torn blouse to clean myself up then got dressed, calmly. The boyfriend, haven’t said anything during the altercation, was still quiet. He hadn’t moved an inch.

I finished dressing. I went over to him, kissed him on the lips, deeply. Whispered hotly in his ear “Thanks for everything, baby” then I punched HIS clock out.

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