Page 20 of Me Three
They were so aware of their body, knew what they liked, what they wanted, and how to get it. And boy, those lips of theirs. Addictive like crack.
And it wasn’t just Tru that made the night so special. It was also Everett and I. We’ve had our fair share of threesomes, but we’ve never been so full of passion, so needy, so… in-sync.
Dear Lord, just thinking of the way we pounded into Tru in unison makes me hard. Or coming together on their chest. And sharing that three-way kiss full of cum? Dreamy perfection!
But I need to stop thinking about it. Especially now. In class. It’s so unprofessional. Such bad form. I can’t be seen sporting a boner during lecture.
Damn it. Too late now.
It’s all their fault. Tru Parker. It’s like they’re in my class just to torment me, to remind me what I’ve done and what couldn’t happen again.
“Please,” they beg when I ask about the next equation.
I end up solving it myself. I just can’t bear to listen to their voice in my class. I can’t even stand looking at them. I just wish I could jump forward in time so I could be done with this semester already. Or better yet, I wish they never signed up for my class.
Thankfully, the class is over shortly after, and I feel like I can finally breathe again. The students flock out of the class, and I take the opportunity to wipe the whiteboard.
“Have I done something to you?” someone says behind me when I’m only half done wiping, and I turn slowly to find Tru standing by my desk, staring at me.
“Erm, n-no,” I say.
“Then why the hell are you ignoring me?” they say.
I place the eraser on the rack and look at them.
“I thought it was obvious. What happened that night can’t… happen again. You’re my student—”
“Yeah, yeah, we fucked, whatever. I’m no stranger to no-strings-attached fucking. What I mean is why are you ignoring me in class? I get you don’t want to have sex again and the why, but do you have to act like I don’t exist? I’d like to pass this class in one go if possible,” they say.
“It is,” is the only thing I manage to say.
“Is it? Because from where I’m standing it looks a lot like you’re trying to pretend I don’t exist, so I can only imagine what will happen to my exam papers.”
“They’re all anonymous. I wouldn't be—”
“For fuck’s sake, that’s not the point. Are you even listening to yourself? You don’t want to fuck again? I don’t want to fuck you, either. Who gives a shit if we slept together? Can you at least be professional?”
“I am. I—wait. You don’t want to fuck again?”
I don’t know why I ask them that. There’s absolutely no reason to. And it’s the least of my worries. Or it should be.
“Why do you care? You’ve made it very clear you don’t,” they say, but cross their arms in front of their chest and pause.
“What is it?” I ask and look around me, but there’s nothing there. Nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you’re counting a teacher and a student in the same room talking about fucking out of the ordinary.
“Is this what this is about?” they ask and walk slowly toward me.
I take a step back only to bump onto the whiteboard.
“Is that whatwhatis about?” I mumble.
Tru stops a few inches away from me and frowns.
“So let me get this straight. You say you don’t want to fuck again, you don’t do repeats, you don’t fuck students, and you ignore me. Inandout of class. And yet that’s all you want to do, isn’t it? Is that why you’re trying to shut me out? Because you’re too afraid to admit to yourself that you want to fuck me again?” They uncross their arms and place one hand next to my head, resting it against the whiteboard.
“N-no. Of course not,” I stutter. Which is a fucking great way to make my point, isn’t it?
Tru’s eyes look so vibrant. Their brown-green color as hypnotizing as it had been the first time we were this close. The sunlight coming from the windows gives their hair an orange halo that they’re so deserving of. Those cheekbones made to suck cock.
