Page 28 of Drown Like Heaven
Dr. Killshaw started the lecture and I was able to quit being distracted by his looks for most of it, instead putting my attention on taking notes. He moved through the slides quite fast, which I was strangely grateful for—it forced me to pay attention to the lecture content and not his back and arm muscles flexing under his dress shirt when he turned.
We mostly focused on P&IDs still, and the rain had slowed to a drizzle over the course of the class. I drank some water, stretched out my fingers, rubbed the center of my palm with my thumb.
I had a break after this class, and I was planning to go to the Archway like I always did. I’d probably be able to see Mila too if she was on campus already.
Dr. Killshaw clicked ahead to the final slide of his presentation. “That’s all I’ve got for today,” he said. “I’ll go ahead and dismiss you all a couple minutes early—except for Group 1 and Group 4. You guys can meet me up here.”
I was in Group 4.
I shoved all my things into my bag and hoisted it over my shoulder, slowly making my way down to the front of the room and joining my group while most other people left, chatting about lecture and lab and whatever else. Our first exam wasn’t for a few weeks.
Finding my group, I sat at a table with them in the first row. The group consisted of me and three other people; Quinn, Nate, and Jackson. They were all relatively familiar to me, but not the same people I’d been in a group with last semester.
Some people stayed in the same groups, but I didn’t care enough to do that. Nobody cared enough to keep me, either.
Both Group 1 and Group 4 sat at the first two tables of the room, Dr. Killshaw still standing in front of his desk while the last few students made their way out of the classroom.
“Alright,” he said once everyone had left. “You’re going to be the first two groups doing the poly lab, starting next week. Group 1 is Monday/Wednesday and Group 4 is Tuesday/Thursday. Friday will be available if you don’t get all your testing done; just talk with me about it and we can work something out.”
Everyone nodded their heads idly.
The lab periods were about three hours long, and fit into our schedule like a normal class. But they didn’t happen every week, only the weeks we were assigned to be in lab—which was next week for me. Then I’d probably have a couple weeks out of lab.
“I’m going to post all the materials for polymers later tonight, so your experiment summary and risk form will be due Friday at midnight—for both groups. I’ve got my office hours Friday morning, but my TAs will be available as well. Utilize your resources; the standards for lab reports in my class will be similar to what you’re used to, but perhaps a little more stringent.”
It was to be expected. We were all fourth-years now. Of course the lab reports would get more difficult.
And something told me that despite his easygoing demeanor, Dr. Killshaw had high fucking standards. Maybe it was the speed of his lectures, or the locked exam review documents already listed on the course homepage, or the way he was emphasizing the expectations for our lab reports now, but I had a feeling I might have to work just a bit harder in Unit Ops II than I did in Unit Ops I.
His gaze snapped to mine, lingering for a second too long.
Then he dismissed us.
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I woke up sweating, tangled in my sheets, heart racing, mind clinging to the foggy remnants of the dream. Dampness in myunderwear had my fingers aching to slide between my legs. I squeezed my thighs tight together, my clit throbbing.
Shit.
All I could see in my head now was a montage, a wash of sinful moving images to accompany the luscious sensation wrapping around my entire overheated body. A strong hand in my hair, my knees against the floor of the classroom, my cheek resting on a muscled thigh, a thumb pushing into my mouth, my lips brushing the hard outline of a cock through tailored pants…
I tore the covers off and tumbled out of my bed, stumbling across the room to the door of my bedroom and flinging it open.I just had a dream about sucking Dr. Killshaw’s dick.
My fingers curled into fists, then spread wide, flexing, trying to get out some of the tension stringing me so tightly. I came to a stop in the kitchen and braced my arms on the the counter, the laminate edge digging into my palms. After giving myself a minute to catch my breath, I straightened up, shoving everything to the back of my mind, then started to get ready for the day.
I didn’t have time for this shit.
I had a shift today, then one class later in the afternoon.
Yesterday, I never ended up seeing Mila at the Archway because she’d been busy with some assignment she was rushing to get done. I wondered if I’d been able to talk to her, would it have prevented the dream from forming in my mind? Maybe I just needed an outlet to stop the feelings from building up so big in my brain.
After getting ready, I headed out of my trailer and walked down to the bus stop, listening toNymphs Finding the Head of Orpheusby Nicole Dollanganger.
The bus was behind schedule and it took a good thirty minutes for it to finally pull up to the stop. This was why I left early for everything—I couldn’t count on timely transportation,unless Mila was driving me. But she had a life outside of being my chauffeur, and thus, I relied on public transport most of the time.
My breath fogged up the window as I sat on the plastic seat on the bus, and I wiped the condensation off with my sleeve.
At the gas station, I plucked my earbuds out of my ears and wrapped them up before stuffing them in my bag. Bug was out front today, sitting cutely by the ice freezer. I squatted in front of her, scratching her little black head, running my palm over her soft fur, then tapped my finger on her nose and promised I’d come back later with a treat.
