Page 3 of The Professor
“Just go take a cold shower,” she laughs, flipping pancakes.
She’s become my best friend over the last few years. We didn’t even know each other when we walked through the apartment door and now I couldn’t imagine my life without her. Our bedrooms are next to each other and that means we share a bathroom. Once you share a bathroom with someone there’s no hiding who you are.
Sitting on the pale green couch, I pull my legs up wrapping my arms around them. “No cold shower needed. We actually had sex in this one.”
Before I can even blink, she jumps on the couch next to me. “Holy shit, details now.”
Tucking her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ears, her dark blue eyes search mine. She’s beautiful and athletic as hell. She’s here on a soccer scholarship and there is no doubt she should be. There’s no one else better than her. I never really watched soccer until I met her, but watching her play is pretty amazing. Her talent is immeasurable.
Smacking my leg, she gets my attention. Looking at me with wide eyes, expecting all the sordid details of my dream.
I laugh and shake my head. “It was hot,” I say with a wink. “But I need this to stop. Last week when he glanced in my direction I felt my face heat up from my last dream. I can’t have him notice I fucking blush when he looks at me.”
“Oh please, everyone blushes when he looks at them,” she says, rolling her eyes as she gets up.
“Not everyone,” I yell at her back.
Spinning around she wiggles her eyebrows. “Damn right.”
She’s had a crush on her soccer coach since the day she walked out onto the field, which is honestly the only reason she knows about Professor Grayson. It was a drunken night and she told me all about her crush, so I told her mine. If it wasn’t for that night I’d still be the only one to know about my constant fantasizing.
“Morning,” Bexley whispers as she walks into the kitchen.
She’s another one of our roommates. She’s the girl most of us hated in high school. Cheerleader dating the quarterback, and nothing has changed. She’s still a cheerleader and she’s dating the quarterback of our football team. And we still don’t like her all that much. She has the impression she’s better than everyone else. The most popular girl with the most popular guy. It’s annoying.
“Morning Bex,” Aubrey says.
I chuckle because Bexley hates that nickname and Aubrey does it daily to piss her off. She never replies, just grabs two cups of coffee and goes back into her room. No doubt the football king is in there waiting on his coffee in bed. Self-centered prick.
“You think she hides him in there because she thinks he’ll want to fuck one of us or because one of us will want to fuck him?” Aubrey asks, sipping her coffee.
Laughing, I get up to grab a pancake and cup of coffee. “Oh it’s definitely that she thinks we’ll want to fuck him. We’re out of their station remember.”
“Right. We need pom poms and football dick.”
Before I can reply the door opens and Makena walks in with a stack of books. She’s our other roommate. She’s sweet and innocent as hell. Never wants to party with us, never has a guy here, never even puts makeup on. Her sole focus is school. I respect her for it, just wish the girl would let loose every once and awhile.
“Christ Makena, it’s Saturday morning take a break from studying for a minute,” I say, looking at her books.
“I have a paper due in two weeks. I need to get it done,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m gonna put these in my room and take a shower.”
As she starts for the hallway I laugh. “Lock the bathroom door because the football prick is here.”
“That girl needs to get laid,” Aubrey comments. Glancing at her, I nod. “No shit. She’s wound up tight.”
“You said it, but no doubt she’s a virgin. I mean she blushes when I say the word cock, imagine what will happen when she sees one?”
I finish off my coffee and put the cup in the sink. Leaning up against the counter, I shrug my shoulders. “She spends a lot of time in her room, she’s probably watching porn.”
Laughing, we make our way to the couch. We sit talking for a while and figure out our plans for the night. Which is rather pointless because it’s usually the same thing of drinking at the pub on campus and bringing home anyone to distract us from our thoughts of sleeping with the guys we fantasize about. And tonight I definitely need a good distraction.
Chapter 2
Drake
“One more shot,”I say to my best friend since kindergarten, Liam.
He gets up to grab the last round and I lean back in the chair taking in the crowd around me. It’s a damn shame most of the chicks here are more than likely students because there are some I’d like to slam up against the wall.
