Page 31 of The Professor
Chapter 15
Emma
Sitting on the couch,freshly showered, my mind is spinning with what happened with Professor Grayson. One minute I’m standing there thinking of what he would look like naked and the next his hand is on my pussy. His kiss was demanding, his touch was unbelievably skilled, and his deep voice was controlling. The man made me come without even taking my panties off. I don’t know if I’m embarrassed by it or amazed. When he dismissed me, there was the promise of more. And I’ll be honest after this, I want so much more.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Aubrey says, walking in the door.
What’s going on is my wildest fantasy just came undone against a wall in Professor Grayson’s classroom. That’s what’s going on, but he said it was just between us and for now I’m going to have to respect that. No matter how much I want to tell her.
“Hey, nothing. How was training?” I ask, keeping the subject off of me.
Falling down on the couch next to me she groans. “Hard. I swear I don’t know what is going on with Coach, but he’s pushing me harder than usual.”
“Maybe he just sees something you don’t,” I suggest.
Turning her sweaty head toward me, she lifts an eyebrow. “Like what?”
I shrug and pull my legs up onto the couch. “I don’t know, I’m not a soccer expect. Maybe, he’s pushing you because he knows you’re capable of more.”
She pushes herself off the couch and kicks off her sneakers. “Yeah, maybe. If that’s the case I wish he’d just tell me instead of being such an asshole.”
“Hello ladies,” Bexley says, walking out of her bedroom.
I want to groan, but I don’t. I guess when she said the other day that we are more alike than I thought, does have a bit of truth to it. Although, what happened with Professor Grayson had nothing to do with my grade.
We both say hi as she sits on the couch with us. Aubrey looks her up and down before glancing in my direction. I shrug because I have no idea what she’s doing. She never comes and hangs out with us. In fact, she bought a TV for her room just so she didn’t need to. She must be up to something.
After a few minutes of complete silence, Aubrey can’t take it anymore. “What the hell are you doing Bex?”
Looking from Aubrey to me a few times, she forces a smile. “Chase had plans tonight.”
The football prick ditched her, interesting.
“Oh, that sucks,” I say.
Aubrey on the other hand isn’t so subtle. “He blew you off, so you thought you’d hang out with us, huh?”
I’ve told her so many times to think before she talks, but it doesn’t seem to help.
“Oh, hi guys,” Makena says, walking in. “What’s going on?”
I want to laugh because even Makena knows Bexley never sits out here.
“Her football prince blew her off,” Aubrey says.
“Aubrey,” I hiss.
“Don’t, she’s right. He totally blew me off for his friends. Which we all know means he’s out there trying to stick his dick in anything that isn’t me,” Bexley says, defeated.
Every part of me wants to ask her why she’s surprised. She’s been cheating on him for who knows how long. Maybe he finally realized what she’s been doing. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a football prick, but even he doesn’t deserve that shit.
Shockingly, Makena sits down at the table with her books. We usually don’t all hang out unless it’s for Sunday dinner.
“Sorry Bexley, that sucks,” she says, pushing her books out of the way.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask.
Honestly, they can talk about anything they want but I’m only half listening. My mind keeps going back to Professor Grayson and remembering how he made me give him my panties. I didn’t even hesitate, I just slipped them off. It makes me wonder what he’s going to do with them. I mean the thought of him jerking off because of the scent I left behind, well it’s kinda turning me on.
