Monday children in springtim
Monday children in springtim
Submitted by Mandagsfantasten - Illustrator: Signe Aanes & Translator: Knut Sørbø
“Sugar in the morning, and gooood morning!! Finally MONDAY!!” Kasper was in his usual mood on the first day of the week, as early as ever and as provocatively positive about “All the opportunities that are lining up and that the construction of the country is finally underway after the weekend!”. André looked at his watch, which showed 05:30; mercilessly. The slamming of cupboard doors in the kitchen and fiddling with the coffee maker sounded all the way to under André’s duvet. “The coffee won’t make itself” howled Andreas.
Roommates Kasper and Andreas were André’s polar opposites, and it had been that way ever since he moved into Kringla in August. He was a first-year computer science student and had ended up with the two guys in their third year of Business Administration. Since the first Monday of the Buddy Week, “Mandag” by Bugges Firo, the familiar tune from finn.no’s commercials over the past year, had been blasting outside his door every week. The academic year 2024 seemed to start in the same way; early in the morning and with inhuman, provocative and nauseating hype.
The spring parallel started today, and everyday life returned. The batteries were at least half-charged after a long Christmas break and no January block, but the thought of FYS101, DAT110 and MATH112 makes the hairs on the back of André’s neck stand up. The first fall at Ås had been long and hard.
However, he was starting to get the hang of life in Ås. Samfunnet was no longer a strange and scary building where they partied, the highlight everyone was talking about, UKA in Ås, seemed to become a reality after joining the Light Committee, and not least, there was a little extra attention on the women’s front. Or... Attention was perhaps a bit much? There were some nice looks, some red cheeks and a few likes on Instagram during the exam period, but there was no point in getting high hopes. André had seen her a few times at Eika, in the Bodega and in lectures last fall. \
She was a MILF or something, and couldn’t possibly be interested after seeing André four or five times in the study halls at Bikuben and at Sør? No way, not her. Way out of my league... She had started following me on Instagram by then. Alexandra. Too good to be true.
With the slices of bread inhaled, a jet-black coffee cup on board and actually a little hint of the hype from the roommates in the backpack, the spring parallel started. First on the program was the lecture in the Biotechnology building, 08:15-10:00. Gustav and William stood tired as ever in the Meieri intersection, with the same usual buckling hips and drowsy eyes. “Here we go again... Just let this go easier than MATH111.”
In Aastveit’s auditorium, everything was as usual. The same well-worn, black fabric seats, the worn-out rows of benches that manifested the path to education through tireless hours of academic input, and the two fearsome screens with projected slides that could scare the hell out of you or bring tears to your eyes. Seating row seven from the bottom, in the middle of the room.
The large auditorium was already well over half full and bustling with life. The lifeless faces from the reading rooms during the exam period had returned as cheerful, happy and carefree faces. Even the guys from teaching ed., Johan, Markus and Anders, were in place with their coffee cups and notebooks. The lecturer was typing diligently on the PC at the lectern, oozing with knowledge and a strange kind of power. We were definitely on a roll.
“Is there room here?” said a sudden voice from the left. With his head planted in his backpack to find his notebook and pencil, André hadn’t realized that someone was coming from the other side. Gustav nudged him in the side and nodded. Of course it was her... His pulse rose immediately, and he suddenly noticed that he was sweating under his arms. “Yeah, of course. Here you go.” A warm smile greeted André, and Alexandra sat down graciously and elegantly. She continued the conversation with her friends, but sat down next to him. Right next to him and didn’t move away
The clock at the end of the room chimed a quarter past and the lecturer started. 08:20 and the lecturer’s voice over the public address system was well accompanied by keystrokes and pencils racing across the sheets of paper. 08:40; page up and page down. André had almost gotten used to the perfume next to him when he startled. He looked over at Alexandra and noticed that she was left-handed. Her right hand was abruptly on his thigh. She didn’t look at him, but with her fingers she made circular movements. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. André quickly glanced back at his notebook and pretended nothing, but felt the blood flowing down.
The caressing continued for a couple of minutes before it abruptly stopped. Alexandra looked questioningly at the lecturer’s notes, before a light seemed to come on. André had long since lost focus on the math, and it only got worse as her hand slowly but firmly moved up his thigh and towards his crotch. André felt his heart pounding in his chest, he was red hot and rock hard.
With Alexandra’s hand firmly gripping his crotch, it was now 08:55. Alexandra suddenly pulled her hand away. She had left a note. “Toilets in the basement during the break.” André knew exactly where; out the door where the lecturer often enters the auditorium and around the corner.
“Then we’ll take a 15-minute break, guys.” André quickly followed Gustav and Johan, who sighed and marched out towards the hallway. Alexandra walked the other way and into the crowd of fellow students on the left staircase, but purposefully down towards the lecturer entrance. André’s cheeks were flushed, his pulse was racing and his hands were shaking. “I’ll be right back, I just need to go to the bathroom.”
The lecturer remained standing by the desk and did not realize that André was passing by. Once out of the auditorium, the lights were off and it was dark. Only the emergency exit sign at the other end of the hallway was lit up and made it possible to maneuver to the toilets. André took a chance and went into the women’s restroom.
He had no more than stepped over the threshold before his fellow student threw her arms over him and pressed her lips against his. Her perfume hit him like a wall and her wet tongue crept between his teeth. Still kissing, she pulled him into the first stall and closed the door. In the darkness of the shower, he could just see her unbuttoning her pants and blouse; “We have fifteen minutes, come on.”
After alternating between wet making out and fumbling to get each other’s clothes off, André sat down on the back seat and felt Alexandra move more slowly. She leaned over him, wrapped her thighs around his and guided his now rock-hard cock into her. She was soaking wet and tight, and as André made his entrance she moaned from pleasure. She was breathing heavily, as was he. Disbelieving that this was happening at all, André realized that it was now or never. Alexandra rocked back and forth, trying to keep pace with André, but he thrust harder, deeper and faster. Her thighs slapped against each other, her stiff nipples slid up his chest and the moans from both of them got louder and louder. André kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, feeling her nails clinging to his back as he pumped into her. The thought of being discovered made it all the more exciting.
The seven minutes felt like an eternity. Sweat poured, moans sounded and every thrust was wet, determined and good. Alexandra grabbed his hair and kissed with all her might as she moaned. It was a dance of pleasure that took place a little after 9 o’clock, the two naked bodies coiling into each other. She got wetter and wetter, and he got harder and harder. André felt the climax building and picked up the pace. His pulse rose, his breathing quickened, sweat ran down his back. With a sigh of relief, he pumped his sperm deep inside her and leaned back in pure pleasure. Alexandra realized what had happened and smiled as she kissed him, still breathless and hot. She stood up, dried off and picked up her clothes from the floor. “I’m going out first, see you in there.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Still affected by the shock, with a high pulse and beads of sweat in his hair, André ran down to Gustav and Johan, who had long since sat down in the back of the hall. “Where have you been? Long queue?” Alexandra sat up straight and wrote down the formulas from before the break. Her hair was a little messier now.
“That’s one way of putting it... But damn, I love Mondays.”
