Page 28 of A Cock and Bull Story
I realize that I've involuntarily wrapped my hands around the base of it.
“My bad,” I wince.
His cock is standing completely at glorious attention, beads of water dripping off it from his bath. I want nothing more than to lick him dry. Theo clears his throat and steps away, peeping through the door. He must know the person on the other side because it swings open and in marches a naked Jude, followed by Arthur and Jack.
“I-I-I’m super tired,” I breathe. “I think I’m going to tuck in.”
“Are you feeling all right?” Theo asks in concern.
“Yep, right as rain. Just, ah, fill me up—I meanin—tomorrow,” I say in a rush, before sprinting to my bedroom and slamming the door shut behind me. “Oh, and lock up, please!”
Phew.
Sex crisis averted.
Those four almost found themselves in an orgy and they didn’t even know it.
* * *
At ten minutes to nine, I make my way to Professor Yardley's office. I want to make sure that I arrive early, so I don't get a tongue lashing. Normally, I wouldloveto have a tongue lashing—but now isn’t the time.
I cross campus brusquely, gazing sightlessly into the woods that circle around the parameter. Suddenly, some movement catches my eye, and I squint to see. It’s some animal that I can’t name—rather large—and it’s staring at me.
Like, legit, it’s homed in on me.
My feet stumble a bit at the intensity in the creature’s gaze when I swear it fucking winks at me!
I repeat—it winked!
That. . . can’t be right. It must have just blinked, but with one eye. Animals do that, right?
I quickly turn to run and trip in my haste. I look back, sure that the unknown beast is about to be upon me—but it’s gone, and I wonder if my mind made up the whole thing. I finish walking to the building where Professor Yardley’s office is and enter, slightly dazed.
Once inside, I shake my head to clear it and rehearse what I'm going to say to my literature professor as I stroll down the long hall to her corner office. My feet shuffle over the tweed-like texture of the carpet, and I swear it’s made of the same material as the itchy cardigans the students and professors wear.
It’s even the same puce color—set-off nicely by the yellowish walls.
Kind of like barf.
Good thing my appetite is already gone. I lost that a long time ago after talking with Jude and the others. I want to barf at what I’ve seen, but I know I need to keep it together.
This carpet doesn’t need my help.
I run through the excuses in my head to give to my professor, but they all seem so trivial—considering everything that I talked about with Jude and the others last night.
When I reach Professor Yardley’s door to her office, it’s open; so, I waltz right in like I have in the past. The office is large, being situated in the back corner of the building, and Yardley’s desk is beyond where I can see. It’s not until I round the door jamb that I notice there are three men in the room.
Professor Yardley is sitting behind the elegant wooden desk, her face frozen in a dazed and confused expression—her eyes glazed and unseeing. The three men seem to startle when I suddenly appear, as if surprised that I just sauntered in.
“Hi,” I mumble nervously.
The sound of my voice snaps Professor Yardley out of her trance.
“Oh, Miss Harper, I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” she frowns, a hand coming up to rub her temple.
“I'm early,” I apologize. “I can step out.”
I hitch a thumb behind me to indicate the direction I want to escape toward, as the room feels thick with tension.
