Page 4 of The Professor
That’s the problem with coming to this pub, too many students. But being the great friend I am, I suck it up every once in a while for Liam. He’s not a professor, so the choices are endless for him and he takes full advantage of it.
“Hey, Professor Grayson.”
I turn my drunken head to the side and need to remind my dick she’s untouchable. “Hey,” I say, giving a slight nod.
Moving closer, she allows her leg to brush up against mine. It’s nothing new, I’m well aware that a lot of the female students would like me to bend them over my desk. Hell, I’d fucking love to bend a few over, but tight, young pussy only wins out for so long. I need my job, so I screw women who aren’t my students.
“You here alone?” she asks, her eyes taking in my body.
“No, Miss Simons I’m not. You have a good night,” I say, effectively dismissing her.
I hear her blow out a breath as she walks or more like stumbles away.
“Drake, one day you’re gonna let your dick win out and bang one of those chicks,” Liam says, pushing my shot in front of me.
I grab the shot and toss it back, slamming it down in front of me. “My dick knows it’s never gonna happen.”
Laughing, he does his shot and flips it over on the table. “That’s cool, because mine is ready to bring one or two home.”
Standing up, I slap him on the back. “Good for you man. Wrap that shit though because if they fuck you they’re likely fucking anything.”
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you man,” he yells at my back as I walk away.
Pushing out the solid wooden door of the bar, I’m hit with the warm Texas air. It’s just as packed out here as it is inside, which does nothing for the thoughts I have racing through my head. Liam’s right about one thing, I am jealous he can just take home anyone he wants.
As I start toward the long paved pathway that leads across campus, I can hear some of the girls giggling as they say my name and some of the guys commenting what a loser I am to be at this bar. I’m at least ten years older than all of them, but these horny college guys still see me as competition. There have been so many rumors throughout my time here about me sleeping with students. None have been true, but the countless hours of meetings I’ve had with the dean and head of my department make it all impossible to forget.
I might be a professor, but I’m still a guy who likes to have a good time. Unfortunately, my first year teaching I learned the hard way that hanging out with students in any environment brings nothing good.
Shaking my head to clear it from going in that direction, I follow the dark path to the parking lot. Digging into my pocket, I pull out my phone and call for an Uber. While I wait, I sit on the hard metal bench and pull up the only number I do when I’m drinking. Staring at it, I don’t even realize someone is calling my name until I feel a hand touch my shoulder.
Snapping my head up, I drop the phone onto my lap.
“Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I collect myself and grin as I tuck the phone in the pocket of my jeans. “I don’t scare easily,” I say with a wink. Shit, what am I doing?
“That, professor, I have no doubt about,” she dryly comments.
Realization hits me and I feel like a drunken asshole. “Christ, hey Aubrey. How’s soccer going? Coach tells me you’re his star.”
A huge smile hits her face and a slight blush accompanies it. Well shit, looks like I’m not the only one the chicks blush about.
“Soccer is great. How’s professoring?” she asks, laughing.
I begin to join in when I notice she’s not alone. Emma Bower is standing a bit back, her eyes planted on her feet. My eyes slowly travel up her body, taking in how damn sexy she is. She’s definitely the one chick I’d like to bend over my desk. I’d love to push her skirt up, sink my fingers into that round ass and fuck her tight cunt. Listen to the sounds of pleasure echoing around us as my balls slap against her.
“Professor,” Aubrey says.
Fuck. “Professoring is fine,” I say, forcing a laugh. I can’t even look in Emma’s direction at this point.
“I’m guessing this Uber is for you,” she says, jabbing her finger over her shoulder.
“Right,” I say, standing up. “Have fun tonight.”
She links arms with Emma and they start walking away. “You too. Don’t bring home any skanks,” Aubry yells back to me as they walk away.
Yeah, if she only knew I was going home to an empty house, alone. Christ, it’s best no one knows anything. My head is all fucked up tonight from drinking. I just need to get home and get some damn sleep.
