Page 7 of The Professor
Makena’s cheeks are tinted pink and I’ll never understand after all this time how we can still embarrass her. Hell, my boobs have been out on display more than I care to remember. Yet, she still blushes.
“Nothing wrong with that. I need to find a guy that cares even just a little bit if I’m satisfied. If you know of anyone I’m taking names,” Aubrey says.
“Chase always makes sure I come first. You need someone like him.” Bexley smiles before taking a bite of her pizza.
Aubrey and I make eye contact and burst out laughing. No way in hell would someone like Chase make her list. The football prick is not at all what either of us find attractive. Older, wiser, sexier men are our thing. Like Professor Grayson. He looks like a guy who would make sure I’m pleased. Shit, not me, someone.
“Makena, can I ask you something?” Bexley asks and it snaps me out of my thoughts.
It’s rare that Bexley even acknowledges Makena, never mind has a conversation with her. This should be good.
“Sure,” Makena timidly replies, tucking a piece of red hair behind her ear.
“Have you ever had sex?”
The world just did a full on tilt. She just asked the question we’ve all been wondering but no one wanted to ask. We all stare at her with wide, curious eyes.
She’s bright red and I know I should tell her she doesn’t need to answer. I know I should say it’s none of our business, but I can’t do it. I want to know too fucking bad.
“Oh, well, ummm,” she starts. She takes a sip of her drink and wipes her hands on her jeans. “It’s personal, don’t you think?”
Like a balloon deflating, I sink back into my chair.
“Personal? Are you kidding me, I’ll tell you how I made myself come in the shower this morning. Nothing is too personal between roommates,” Aubrey pushes.
I start feeling a little bad for her, so I jump in. “Stop. If she wanted to talk about it she would. She’s obviously just a personal person.” Turning to Makena I smile. “You don’t have to say. I don’t take you for the kiss and tell kinda girl.”
“Total virgin,” Bexley says, taking a sip of her drink.
“Oh my God, Makena. You need to have sex like 5 years ago. Let me hook you up with someone, just get it over with. You’ll be so much more relaxed,” Aubrey pushes.
Damn, I guess she really is a virgin. I didn’t even think that was possible in your twenties.
“I’m not a virgin. I’m just not as forward as you guys.”
“Well why not?” Aubrey asks.
“I’m just a reserved girl. I don’t want to talk about what happens in the bedroom.”
I laugh as I get up to refill my drink. “Makena, just answer us this. Have you ever had sex here in this apartment?”
She puts her face in her hands and lets out a little groan. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Oh my God, come on give us something. Do we know him? Wait is it more than one guy?” Bexley asks, while Aubrey and I try not to laugh.
“Seriously, I’m just going to go take a shower.”
We all start apologizing and begging her to stay, but she goes into the bathroom and slams the door. Damn, we shouldn’t have pushed her. She’s just a different kind of girl.
“She’s either a freak in bed or only done it once.” Bexley and I look over at Aubrey and she shrugs. “What? It’s true. She either doesn’t want to admit to having some dirty kinky sex or she doesn’t want to admit to having sex once.”
“I bet she’s a freak. It’s always the quiet ones,” Bexley adds.
Shaking my head, I get up and start clearing the table. “You two are bad. Even though I was curious as fuck, she obviously doesn’t want to talk about it. We shouldn’t push her.”
“Whatever, next time we’ll get her drunk,” Aubrey says and we all laugh.
After dinner we all go into our rooms to get ready for Monday. I take a quick shower before I fire up my laptop to do some studying. As I read over my notes, my mind wanders back to Professor Grayson’s study group. My vivid imagination takes over and I begin to wonder just how far he’s willing to go to give that extra attention.
