Page 48 of The Professor
Experiencing the most intense blow job ever, I mean I’ve given blow jobs, but that was something completely different. He was so in control and it made me want to do everything I could to be the reason he was moaning the way he was. It was hot.
But when he told me I could talk to Aubrey about us, well I wanted fuck him, but unfortunately class was starting. I snuck out and when I did, I was greeted in the hallway by Dean Thomas. He brought me back to his office and just like Drake said, he wanted to know what happened that night with Bryson. I did exactly what he told me and said what I remembered. Dean Thomas said he’d handle it and honestly I hope this is the last of it. I’m thankful for Aubrey and Drake, but that’s all I want to remember of that night.
Walking through the door I drop my stuff and grab a water out of the fridge. I need to shower and get ready for dinner. A smile creeps across my face as I think about it. Professor Grayson is making me dinner.
I’m so lost in thought, I jump when Aubrey walks into the kitchen.
“Damn, you look happy. What’s up?” She asks, hopping up on the counter.
“Who’s home?” I ask.
If I’m going to tell her everything I sure as hell don’t need the other two to hear any of it. Bexley will use it against me and Makena will probably think I’m the worst person alive. Not to mention I don’t trust anyone but Aubrey. I don’t know if they’d run to the dean or what and I’m not about to risk that because I had to tell Aubrey.
“No one’s home, it’s just us, but you better start talking,” she says, lifting an eyebrow.
“Aubrey, you need to promise me what I’m about to tell you stays between us,” I say.
“You needing to say that hurts me, but if it makes you feel better I promise. Now spill it all.”
I do just that. I tell her everything that has been happening. All the flirting, all the sex, all the talking. I tell her everything and it is like a weight lifted of my shoulders. Having someone to talk to about everything is just what I need because even though it’s been awesome, it’s still scary.
When I’m done, she sits there with her mouth hanging open. I laugh and push her leg. “Come on, say something.”
Clearing her throat, she jumps off the counter and hugs me. “Emma, I knew it but hearing it is just, wow, I have no words. Aren’t you scared?”
It gets me a little emotional and I need to choke back the tears. “It’s kinda terrifying.”
Pulling away from me, she has a huge smile on her face. “Look, I can’t imagine all the worries you’ve got going on, and I don’t want to add to them. Just be careful.”
Sighing, I lean against the counter. “He makes me ridiculously happy. All those fantasies I’ve had about him don’t even stand up to the real thing. It’s just if we get caught, christ he could lose his job and forget about me. I’d have a permanent mark following me around. I’ll never get an internship and even if I do, they’ll all think I slept my way there.”
“You’re right, it would be bad if they found out, but that’s a risk you both need to understand. It’s hard because you just want to say it isn’t their business, but it is,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
“Yeah, I think it becomes their business when we’re fucking in his classroom,” I say and start to laugh.
Before I know it we are both hysterically laughing. “I don’t know why I’m laughing, it’s hot as hell he wants you so bad he just takes you in his classroom, but fucking dangerous.” Suddenly we both stop laughing. “I mean seriously Em, that’s like raw, animal passion. I’m jealous,” she says, pouting.
“I’m not gonna lie, it is so hot. He said one time the excitement of getting caught adds to everything and it really does. I mean when Professor Erickson walked in that one day, I was nervous as hell, but it felt so dangerous. Thanks for not judging me,” I say, peeking up at her.
“Hey, no judgement from me ever, you know that. I just want you to be careful. Plus, how can I judge you when I want the same thing to happen with Coach Rearden.”
“You never know,” I say.
Laughing, she throws her eaten apple away. “Sometimes I think when he’s helping me stretch that maybe his hand will move lower or when his face is so close to mine that maybe he’ll just kiss me.” She lets out a sigh. “But it never happens. He doesn’t see me the way Professor Grayson see’s you.”
“I thought the same thing and look what happened. Maybe you should take your own advice and do a little teasing of your own,” I say with a wink.
“Yeah, maybe,” she says, with a bit of distance in her voice.
“Get laid Aubrey. I’m going to go get ready to have dinner at Professor Grayson’s and maybe he’ll want me for dessert,” I say, walking into my room.
“I fucking hate you, Emma,” she yells and I laugh going through my closet.
* * *
A few hourslater after showering, shaving, and having Aubrey help me pick out something to wear, I’m pulling into Drake’s driveway. I’m excited and nervous. I don’t know why I still get nervous around him, but a part of me still does. Maybe it’s because he gets my heart beating like no one else ever has.
It’s dark out and even in the dark his ranch looks amazing. It has lights lining the walkway to the door and lighting in the landscape. It’s a grown-ups house. Shaking my head to clear it of those thoughts, I knock on the door.
