aware of that, but he’ll only be my student for the next sixteen weeks. After that, all’s fair in sex and orgasms as far as I’m concerned.”
“Holy shit!” Dave said as he tossed the pillow at me. Holy shit was right. Now all I had to do was figure out how to keep my hands off Dax for the next four months. But once he walked across that stage, all bets were off.
3
Dax
I wanted to cry. Seriously bawl. There was no way I’d be able to make it through the next sixteen weeks knowing that the best sex I’d ever had was with my American History professor. Why was life so cruel and unfair?
“What’s wrong with you?” Ethan asked, drawing me out of my thoughts of the smoky-eyed man that I’d jacked off to the rest of the weekend after I’d done my walk of shame Sunday morning. Luckily for me, it had been 4:00 a.m. and Ethan was sound asleep and didn’t realize when I’d gotten home.
“Nothing, except you remember that hot guy from the bar on Saturday?”
“Yeah. What about him?”
“Oh nothing much. He’s just my American History professor is all.”
I wanted to laugh at the look on Ethan’s face, but I couldn’t because yeah, I felt the same way, and I only wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
“No way. When did history professors become hot-as-fuck guys? And why didn’t I have him as my professor?” Ethan whined, but his whine turned to a laugh, and I threw the closest thing I could reach at him. It turned out to be the remote, and I grinned when it hit him on the shoulder.
“Ouch. Fucker.” Ethan laughed, and I would have felt bad if not for that laugh. He was fine, and I hadn’t thrown the remote that hard.
“You didn’t have him or Professor Summers because you transferred in like I should have done.” I thought back to the strict plan I had and had stuck to it like glue. I desperately wanted to be an engineer, but I was broke. I was broker than broke actually, but thankfully for me, I’d studied my ass off while in high school and gotten a scholarship to help with part of my tuition. Being an orphan and a kid in the system helped in the fact that I had no legal parents, and that allowed for grants that others didn’t necessarily qualify for. Those combined with my scholarships paid for my tuition, books, housing, and my meal plan. I just had to earn enough to pay for extra food when out and other necessities. I worked several afternoons and evenings to cover those.
“You’re not listening again.”
“Huh?” I asked, turning my face in Ethan’s direction. I sat up on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chest before sighing.
“Wow, he really did a number on you, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. Not really. He’s this successful professor, and I’m nobody. I went to his office after classes, and he told me it wouldn’t be happening again. Not that I expected it to anyway.”
“Dude, you need to stop being so hard on yourself. Let’s go get pizza.”
It was so tempting. But I’d spent a small fortune Saturday night on an Uber getting back from Anderson’s place, and my funds were going to be incredibly tight this week, and getting pizza, although it would be amazing, I knew I shouldn’t.
“I can’t. It’s going to be noodles and sandwiches for me this week if I’m not eating in the cafeteria.”
“Come on. My treat. And you need to let me pay you back for your Uber Saturday night. It was my idea to go to O’Malley’s in the first place, and I’m the one who waved Professor Sexy over.”
“Yeah, but you’re not the one that went home with him,” I told Ethan as I flopped back down on the couch.
“Nope. No moping. We’re going out,” Ethan said as he walked over to me and tugged me up from the couch.
“Really, I can’t. Seriously.”
“Nope, my treat. We’re going to spend some of my Christmas money Grandma gave me. Let’s go.” Ethan gave me another pull, and I relented because I hadn’t eaten anything all day and it was pizza. I was twenty-two and again, pizza.
“You’re driving, right?”
“Yeah. We’re not drinking, so I’ll drive.” Ethan grabbed his keys as he walked by the small table we had beside our front door. Our apartment was tiny, and I’d seriously lucked out when I was