“Tell us everything! Why were you with that smoke show of a professor?” Charlotte asked with a big grin on her face.
“It isn’t really a big deal. Just Isaac being an idiot to me. Mr. Reynolds defended me.”
Penelope listened carefully but didn’t say anything.
“Oh my god! Sounds like a love story.” Penelope shoved her playfully.
“Don’t be stupid. Not like he would even look at Nadia that way.”
That stung.
We always teased each other but lately it felt like she went out of her way to diminish me.
“Why?” I asked as we stared at each other. The tension was palpable.
“Why do you care, don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Girls, calm down. We all find him hot,” Charlotte chimed in.
“He is married, first of all. And let’s be real, the entire female students community find him attractive. Why would he see you as anything other than a student?” Penelope said.
“I don’t like him and I don’t want him to be attracted to me but it seems that you think I’m ugly.”
“Girls. Stop. Please,” Charlotte interrupted us.
“I don’t think that.” Penelope gave up and I decided to not push it further.
“Isaac got suspended for two weeks, by the way,” I added nonchalantly and they gasped.
“No way. What did he do again?”
I smiled. “He tried to offer me to f**k him behind Seb’s back. I denied and he got pretty handy with me and Mr. Reynolds saw everything.”
“That bastard! Are you going to tell Sebastian?”
“Why would she? They are best friends,” Penelope said.
“He should know how good of a friend Isaac is.”
“No, guys, I can’t tell him. He would beat the shit out of Isaac.”
“He deserves it!” Charlotte said undignified.
Speaking of him, Sebastian showed up. He didn’t seem as angry with me.
“Can we talk for a second?”
I nodded and left with him to his dorm since Isaac was suspended and he had to go back home.
I hoped Sebastian wouldn’t continue our last conversation but I didn’t want to lose him.
To my surprise, he locked the door and unzipped his jeans.
He nodded to the pillow and I immediately grabbed it and put it on the floor, my insides already aching for what’s to come.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” I said nervous as I got on my knees near his erected penis.
“Nah. Your mouth is better at other things.”
Maybe he was right.
He had me whenever he wanted, any kind of position, and I never said no. But when it came to communication, I was a stone wall. Impenetrable.
Sebastian freed his c**k and immediately put it into my face, guiding me to take it into my mouth. I spit on it before.
I obeyed like a good little girl and I started sucking him off. From time to time, I looked at his face and he loved to see me being submissive to him.
He grabbed my hair and pushed my face down his c**k ha*der, until his balls were touching my face. I went up and down his shaft quickly, making sure to make him c*m fast. For a short glimpse I wondered what my professor’s d*ck looked like.
But that memory went away when I gagged on his c**k. “Touch my balls.”
I did, I caressed his balls as he was deep throating my mouth and his veins were pumping in my neck. He was getting warmer and I knew he was going to come.
My p**sy was w*t and I wished he would f**k me too but I knew the rules. Now it was all about him. That was my apology.
My boyfriend exploded in my mouth, giving me no chance to do anything but swallow it all.
He patted me on my head. “Good girl.”
Then just like that he left me in his dorm.
I left the party two hours in. It was barely 12 am. I had too much to drink and Sebastian ignored me the whole night.
“Idiot. How could he just ignore me?” I muttered as I struggled to walk to my dorm. The lift left me in the parking space near the dorms.
My heel broke when I was close to the door. I screamed and kicked annoyed. There was no one here. When I looked through my pockets, I realized I forgot my purse in the lift. I kicked again annoyed. I didn’t have the keys.
“I heard you screaming-,” A voice from behind startled me.
I turned around and I see Professor Hottie. I smiled and tried to act less awkward even with my limping.
“I f- forgot my keys,” I giggled.
“Miss. Prescott, are you intoxicated?”
I yelled. “No.”
He got closer to me. “Stop shouting. It’s 12 am.”
“You are sooo cute.”
Mr. Reynolds broke the serious expr**sion and chuckled, but quickly composed himself.
“Where did you put your keys?”
I got closer to him until I could feel his breath on my forehead and I poked his shoulder. He stopped my hand and put some distance between us. I noticed his wedding ring again.
The alcohol I had gave me courage.
“Where did you put the keys?” he repeated again, this time slower but more annoyed.
“Don’t be mad at me. I had a little to drink,” I gestured ‘a little’ with my hand.
He sighed.
“Did you drive here?”
“No.” I smiled. “I took a lift.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.