A collaboration involving Professor Hiddleston and Professor Evans- The two are rivals at a posh New England university and have no idea they both have taken interest in the lovely Thalia Bareo. She’s a grad student with interests in language and history; a sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago. Story updates are posted on Wednesdays and Sundays.
Word count: 5553
Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, BOOKS! (that’s porn), control, dominance, submission, food play, shower sex, biting, spanking, fingering, rimming, anal play, condom use, intercourse, discussion of physical abuse and BDSM, aftercare
Summary: Thalia takes on a new role in her relationship with Chris and things move to whole new level, which leads to a serious talk.
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“I knew I’d find you here.” She’s a vision of loveliness, perched on the old- fashioned leather couch. Pouring through a book on the side table her elbows rest on the arm of the couch and her satin covered ass is in the air, posing on all fours. Her “fuck me” high heels rest on the leather and she’s wearing his tie, done in a perfect Windsor knot at her lovely neck. She doesn’t even pay attention to him but the little grin on her face widens and she shifts her hips from side to side. He places the dessert trays on the coffee table and moves around to face her. Playfully he rests his cock in the crease of the book. “Need me to point out a word for you?”
He pulls away quickly as she slams the book shut and giggles. “Oh, my God, that is such a ‘guy’ thing to do,’ she scoffs.
Grabbing her chin in his hand he pushes his thumb roughly across her plump lips. Her eyes turn serious and a heat of indignation flares behind them. Chris honestly can’t decide between letting her have freedom of control or watching her push back while he controls her. Mulling it over, he pulls down on her lip, but she keeps her teeth closed tightly. Her breathing is controlled and her eyes challenge him. Tugging down on the blue silk at her neck, her mouth pops open and he pushes his thumb inside. He wants to laugh when her tongue retreats and she doesn’t play his game.
When he speaks again his voice is low and laced with sex. “You know this position has advantages from both ends…” Moving closer, holding her stiffly he repeats the same caress with the velvety tip of his cock. With his other hand he runs his touch down her back and gives her plump cheek a quick slap. Her sweet petals open in a gasp and she licks her tongue over his head. “That’s my girl,” he praises.
Head back, he breathes deeply recognizing the smell of orchids in the air. He jumps when she nips lightly with her teeth. Looking down on her, her wild hair falls over her shoulders and her dark eyes show a hint of playfulness. He steps away, gripping her chin tighter. “Alright, Miss. I understand. Where would you like me?”
Dropping his hands, he folds them neatly in front of him, hiding his cock from her sight.
Confusion passes across her face and bewildered she sits back on the couch. She looks to the food and back to him and he can almost see her brilliant mind working, thinking on something she’s never really pondered before.
Blushing, she quietly speaks. “Jesus, Chris, I don’t know. I’ve never…” She waves her hands in the air as if reaching for words. “Initiated play before. I just-”
“Miss.” His tone stops her and she looks to him for guidance. His gaze warms as he looks over her body and his cock jumps behind his hand. He wants her to see the power she has on him, to feel it, to use it. And in his heart he knows he’s never given that to anyone before. She truly is special. “Thalia, what do you want? I said that tonight you are mine, but that also makes me yours. Anything; just ask- no. Just tell me.”
Dropping her eyes, her hand flies to her mouth and she plays with her lip like she does sometimes when she is lost deep in thought. His heart skips that he knows this about her; he knows some of her quirks. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he repeats.
Truly at a loss, she says quietly, “I guess you can start by sitting here by me and sharing these treats with me.”
Closing her eyes in an effort not to roll them, she tries again. “Chris, sit here by me and feed me a bite of the damn cheesecake.”
Biting back his laughter and her slipped profanity, he walks around the table to the other side and sits on the floor at her feet. His position is chosen on purpose and with a quick look to her Chris is aware she understands the significance. The cheesecake is cut into small pieces and he lifts it to her as she leans forward to accept it from him. Placing it into her mouth her tongue brushes his finger briefly and he isn’t sure if the moan she makes is for their contact or her favorite dessert.
Removing a pillow from the couch, he places it under him and moves one of the trays of sweets and fruits to place it next to her. Turning, he wraps one of his arms around her leg and leans into her plump calve, resting his chin on her knee. “Ready for more, Miss?”
She whispers, “I’m not sure if I like that,” Louder she finishes her sentence, “but I will take more cheesecake.” He feeds her a larger bite this time, while she reaches over and picks up a piece of his favorite chocolate cake and feeds him. He likes that she knows little things about him too.
They continue feeding each other and he massages her leg. When she loosens and becomes more comfortable Thalia kicks off the high heels and spreads her legs, resting the other on the edge of the table. Chris focuses his attention on the growing wet spot on her satin panties and her smell is unmistakable. In her relaxed state, if she knows or cares, she doesn’t say a word.
“This is quite an amazing collection; have you read them all?” Thalia asks, lovingly tracing her finger over the gold filigree on the cover of the book next to her.
Forgetting she’s in charge, his large hand slides up her inner thigh and massages her flesh. “My grandfather passed away right before I moved in. This was his collection; his handmade shelves. It seemed pointless to have a dining room, so I put the space to better use.” He looks around the old-fashioned library style den with wall to wall books. “Actually, pretty much everything was Pappo’s.
“You can keep touching me if you tell me more about you. What made you like history so much?” The tenderness in her words tug at his heart and he opens to her, telling stories he hasn’t told in a long time, things he needs to remember to share with his daughter one day. At some point in their discourse, her foot had lifted from the floor and was actually placed tenderly on his shaft, rolling her heel back and forth.
When silence falls, she whispers into the night, “Chris, I think you’re hungry for more dessert.” She falters, building her nerve. “You may remove my clothing now. But keep the tie where it is.”
In the early morning hours he wakes to go to the bathroom. His neck pops and creaks as he rises from the bed, pulling the covers up around her. Running his hand over his beard, he realizes he’s head over heels for this girl. This woman… He tenderly caresses through her curls before wrapping his robe around himself. He uses the bathroom down the hall for privacy and pads quietly down the stairs to the kitchen for a glass of milk.
Resting against the counter images flash through his mind: eating her out just as sweetly as they’d devoured the cheesecake; Thalia riding on top of him, using the back of the couch for leverage; still not letting him come, her beautiful breasts in his face, him using the tie to hold her; leaning her over the arm of the couch, pounding her from behind until she cried out his name. Chasing her up the stairs to his bedroom and falling asleep in each other’s arms… With each orgasm she had, she became more bold in her requests and she thrived in her mission. Three. Their favorite number and he was still resting on the edge. If he wasn’t sure his release at her creation would be the perfect undoing, he’d jack off himself right now. Hearing noise from upstairs, he sets the dirty glass in the sink and climbs the steps.
The bed is empty and the shower is running. Tapping on the door, he remembers his role and inquires, “Miss? May I come in?”
The door falls open and she laughs, “It’s your house. You’re still King of the castle.”
Princess pops in his head but he doesn’t want to go there. The steam envelopes him as he steps inside, dropping the robe to the floor. The smell of orchids is overwhelming and he finds contents of her big bag spread all over the counter. Chris doesn’t want to know if she always goes out at night prepared to not return home.
The words escape before he can stop himself. Bracing against the counter, he asks, “How come you’re always available for overnight dates when I wanna see you? When do-”
The curtain shrieks along the bar as she slides it back. “Don’t. I’m in my ‘Chris bubble’ right now. My school bubble floats over here.” She randomly points in the air, letting the curtain fall open and he can see in the mirror reflection the water running over her curves and valleys. “I have a work bubble over here,” she moves her hands again pointing at other ‘bubbles.’ “Family bubbles, friend bubbles and ‘Other.’” Her eyes plead with him. “I keep them all separate. If you wanna do this, let’s talk about it later. I’m not demanding that of you,” referencing their play. “But I care about you, and if you really want this conversation, I wanna do it right.”
His fist is so clenched he has nail marks in his palm when he releases it. “You’re right. ‘Chris bubble,’ huh? How’d you get so smart?” he asks moving to her outreached hand. Clasping it, he steps over the edge of the tub to join her. “Speaking of bubbles, wanna bath instead?” he asks.
“Not big enough, babe,” she admits with a blush. “But that’s okay. I’ve already figured out the benefits of this ledge,” she teases with a wink as he pulls her close. Reaching down she picks up the pink shampoo container with glitter and a cartoon princess on the front. “This could lead to a lot of questions if I didn’t know your story.”
Grabbing it from her hand and clutching it to his chest between them, he huffs, “I’ll have you know, this is mine. It is my favorite.” One handed, he pops the top and a bubblegum scent escapes. He snaps it shut quickly. “Damn, I never realized before that stinks.” Reaching around the curtain, he tosses it onto the floor. While she twists her hair back and ties it on itself into a bun he regains his composure. In that position her tit presents itself to him perfectly and he latches onto it for a sweet suckle, while pinching the other till she moans. His tongue lathes over the pretty pink ink marked on her skin in memory of her friend. “Simply beautiful.” With his deep timbred voice he asks, “And Miss, just how exactly do you plan to use that ledge? What would you like me to do?”
The depths of her dark chocolate eyes positively gleam with desire. She nervously runs her thumb across her pink lips while her other hand plays with the beads of water clinging to his chest hairs. Her hesitation is endearing.
“Say it, Thalia. What?”
Scoffing, she takes in a deep breath and strengthens. “I really like that you’re strong enough to support me, Chris. It’s a goddamn turn on. I’d really like you to fuck me against this shower wall so hard, the tiles crack, and catch me if I fall.”
Pulling his lips back in over his teeth he bites down and hides his smile, a huff of air escaping through his nose. She turns her body away from him, pushing her breasts to the tile wall and folding her arms above her head. Her ass pushes out and brushes against his hip. “Fuuuck, Miss. Ask and you shall receive.”
Taking her orchid scented soap, he lathers it on his hands and covers suds all over her body. His hands run over her curves and love handles, soothing and cleaning every inch. Tracing over the pattern of stretch marks on her hip, he bends to kiss them tenderly. Her quiet mewls and pants echo against the tiles. The increased soap slick allows hims to massage roughly into her shoulders, wiping away her tension. Massaging down over her back, he takes his sweet time washing over her ass, taking the shower head to rinse away the bubbles simply to soap her up again. Squeezing and pulling at her skin, he smacks it, loving the rippling bounce of her flesh.
“Again,” comes the muffled sound of her voice, her head resting in the crook of her elbow.
He smacks the other cheek, a bit harder than the first. “Thalia, do you like that?”
“Yes, sir.” She replies. “Sometimes.”
Sir. That’s new. His blood begins to boil but he stamps the thought down. His jealousy is still felt in his harsh touch as he kneads over her ass and her cries of pleasure grow louder. Plucking her skin, he watches it spring back into place. Her peach-shaped ass is perfect and he longs to bite from it. Washing away the soap, he kneels behind her and caresses along her divide. Her sounds heighten and she moans louder as he separates her cheeks and swipes his tongue across her freshly cleaned plane. “Oh, fuck,” she cries out as her legs shake. “Chris, I-”
“Shh, Niña. I’ll stop if you tell me to.” His fingers reach up between her legs, meeting with her wet juices before he even dives into the prize. Thrusting in and out of her dripping cunt, he swipes through with his tongue again across her pretty pink hole. “But something tells me you don’t really want me to stop.” His voice is low and quiet and full of lust. He continues to plunge into her slick pussy, pushing her against the wall, but he rests his head against the side of the her thigh. “Hey, look down at me…” Their eyes meet and her visible hunger is greater than her fear. “Thalia, I mean it, if you say ‘stop,’ I will. But I promise, literally, you’re in good hands. If I hadn’t studied you and learned enough about you over the last several weeks, I wouldn’t even offer this to you. But, really, sweetheart, you have such a luscious peachy ass, so juicy and round, I really just have to have a taste.” Flicking his thumb over her clit, the shivers ripple through her body as she moans, nodding yes.
“I want what you want. I’ve just… never, and it’s-”
“It’s whatever two people want, Thalia. This is just us, you and me. There’s no taboo when two people agree. No damn safewords, just tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Dropping her hand she pets the side of his cheek, scratching her fingertips through his scruff. “I trust you. I’m yours.” Placing her fingers to his lips she makes a kissy sound and presses against him, delivering her kiss.
Impaling her a few more times with his fingers, he slides out and licks them clean, moaning at her taste. “You taste tangy and sweet, delicious.” His other hand teases across her hole gently applying pressure with his thumb, but not seeking to gain entry. He turns the heat up on the water splashing down over them, resting the nozzle at the top of her curve so it sweeps down over her ass cheeks in tiny little rivers. As his hands become more desperate over her flesh, her body arches against the tile wall and her ass is pushed towards him as she slides her feet apart a bit more, opening herself to him, giving herself. A lovely gift indeed.
Pushing against her tight hole again her head hangs down and her heavy pants and moans fill the shower, echoing in his ears and causing his cock to jump and spring to life. He wishes he could see her face, read her, share this with her in a more connected sense. As if she hear his thoughts, she brings one arm behind her and caresses over the top of his buzzed head and tugs at his earlobe.
Ignoring the pain in his knees Chris divides her cheeks again and watches her anal ridges pulse. She jumps when he washes over her with his tongue flat and wide. His beard brushes over her sensitive skin. She keens loudly and he supports her buckling legs. “Oh, hell, again,” she whines. “Please.”
“My pleasure,” he announces before he dives forward again, his heart pounding in his chest. Virgin. First time. His cock aches to be inside her knowing he’s too much for a first time tonight, but he can enjoy teasing her, warming her up to the idea. His tongue continues to bathe over her as she balances and adjusts, her breathy gasps giving away her building heat. With a last flick of his tongue over her taint, he brings his mouth back to her virgin hole, placing an open mouthed kiss, with a gentle push of his tongue. Instinctively, she pushes back, her cries loud and desirous. “Chris, fuck, yea.” She grasps the top of his head, but there’s no hair to pull on and he silently curses the decision for a buzz cut as he so intimately kisses her again.
This time, his tongue penetrates briefly into the tight spot before she pushes him out. Using his thumb for another try, he rubs over her while he gently nibbles the flesh around her delicate ass hole. Sitting back on his heels and shifting his weight, he tugs himself a few times just to relieve his pressure and realizes she’s squeezing and pinching at her breast and she’s carrying herself to the edge. “This time, baby, when I push in, you have to push back. You’ll feel it; you’ll know what to do. You’re doing great, Thalia.”
“But if I push out?” Her voice is slightly tense, voicing an unspoken concern.
“No, baby, it’ll be fine, I promise.” He knows he can’t promise that, but he wants to keep her calm as he caresses over her asshole again.
She groans and nods her head, trusting him, her legs still trembling. She really can’t take much more. With his thumb he circles tenderly around her ridges once aain before pushing against her puckered flesh. Thalia whimpers but complies with his instructions and he sinks into her tight cavern to his knuckle, holding still before her body pushes him away. “Ow, oh fuck, that was…”
Freezing, Chris caresses her cheeks, kissing sweetly on her tender flesh. “Do you want me to stop, Thalia?”
“No. No. Oh, fuck, Chris. That felt so… different. Good going in, but not so great coming out…”
“Practice makes perfect, right? If you want me to stop, just say so.” Reacting quickly, he does it again, patting at her leg and whispering what a good girl she is, encouraging her. Recognizing his good fortune of being her first he tenderly cares for her as he pushes with more strength. Her cries don’t falter and come in repetitions as her space opens and accepts him.
“Yes, yes, uhh-huh,” she repeats as his thumb slides all the way in and he holds momentarily giving her time to acclimate to the foreign feel. Pulling out carefully, he rises to catch her as her legs buckle and he holds her by pushing their bodies against the wall.
“Hey, beautiful. I’ve got you. You’re alright.” He loses himself in her hazy eyes and craves making her feel that way again.
Driven by desire, over her shoulder her mouth hungrily seeks his. He greedily accepts her kisses, their tongues dancing together as her cries are captured in his mouth.
Separating their lips, she presses her temple to his. “No more, not tonight. But you can finish fucking me and you get to come. There’s a condom there, on the corner.”
While he washes his hands carefully and they rinse with the mouthwash on the ledge, he keeps his body pressed to hers. She still trembles in her weakened state. The water’s growing colder and it’s time to finish what she started hours before when they entered the house.
Sliding the condom on, he snaps it into place and adjusts it before positioning himself behind her, caging her against the wall with his powerful body. Without a sound she folds her arms over her head anew, grabbing one wrist and raising her foot to perch on the shower ledge. “This right here, I love his,” he growls in her ear, the wet tendrils of curls tickling his nose as he grabs her hips and pulls her back onto his cock. He guides her to take a step backwards and her bottom tilts perfectly for him to curve into her waiting pussy. “You’re so ready and hot. You’re fuckin’ on fire, Thalia. I love how your juice heats me.” With his hands gripping her tightly, he digs into her flesh, sure to leave a mark. He forcefully sinks into her over and over, each thrust deeper than the one before. He loves watching her ass bump against him when he’s in to the hilt, the way her skin rolls with each reaming. “God, I could watch your ass all day, Niña. It’s beautiful how it bounces against me.”
When he feels the blood rushing to his cock, he prepares for their finish. Leaning over her, he runs one hand tenderly up her spine, watching goosebumps swell over her dark skin. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he’s able to force her in a downward motion on his cock and his grunts increase as he powers into her. Their sounds echo together in the shower and the noise fills the quiet house. Her fingers above flex and he uses the other hand to hold her in place, knowing she aches to tease her clit. So he takes back control as her walls squeeze around him and he can feel her pressure build as she starts to come, her cries louder, unable to catch her breath..
Through her release Thalia becomes soft under him, more pliable as the muscles in her back relax and she loosens to take more of his pounding, her hand turning in his to lace between his fingers. Strong and gentle, willing to bend her will to meet his, both sharing power in a delicate balance. The cerebral thought of their togetherness is what does him in as he tips over the edge and he pulses streams of his come into the thin condom separating them.
Her walls still constrict around him, milking him and pulling all of the seed from him as he falls against her back, holding her up and supporting them both. He peppers her soft skin with kisses feeling the water turn cold as she shivers in his arms. Kissing the crook of her neck, he pulls out and tells her, “Stay, Miss, let me get you warm.” Turning the water off, he steps out of the shower, discarding the condom and reaching for his robe and fluffy towels. The air in the bathroom is still warm and steamy but it won’t last long.
Stepping back into the shower, Chris dries her off, gently lifting her legs and patting between them gingerly taking care not to hurt her tender parts He dries her back and her mid section, lifting each rounded globe and drying carefully, playfully tweaking her nipples before wrapping a towel around her and tucking it in over her enticing breasts Her arms are still above her head as he dries one, then the other. His eyes darken and heat rises in his belly.
“Thalia, open your eyes.” She follows his directive and she can see what he sees. The dark marks on her arm, a large hand print wrapped around her bicep. “I didn’t do that, and the punk in the hallway the other day had you by the other arm. Does he hurt you?”
Her eyes drop and she shakes her head. “No, it’s not like that.” Tears fill her eyes. “It’s different, but he would never hurt me, just like I know you wouldn’t.”
The tears have him concerned and he turns her in his arms, holding her close. Resting her head under his chin, her body still shakes in his arms. He tangles his fingers in her curls and massages against her scalp. He should have given her more time to come down from her euphoric high, but his concern for her overpowered him. “Honey, if he doesn’t hurt you, then why are you crying?”
She scoffs and sniffs back her tears, “I guess it’s my damned Catholic school training, but shouldn’t there be something wrong in finding pleasure in the pain? I just feel like it’s so fuckin’ messed up, you know?”
Leaning back, he looks into her beautiful face and his mind whirls. She’s not just talking about him. What the fuck is she in to? What does the other bastard have her do for him? Stomach churning, he helps her put on the robe and ties it loosely around her. “Walk to the door and wait for me there.”
Drying off quickly, he cloaks the towel around his tapered waist, running the other towel over his buzzed head.
“Did you just dry your hair?” she laughs, wiping her nose and a tear that escaped. “You’re ridiculous.”
He walks to her, slipping on the wet tile and she reaches out to him. “I told you not to throw your back out. How am I supposed to explain that to the paramedics?”
“Using humor again as a defense now. Nice… You’re not changing the topic this time, Thalia.” Sweeping her into his arms basket style, he carries her over to the bed, setting her down gently. He rests at her feet, putting a pillow under his knees. “Thank God you’re worth it, cause you are hell on my knees…” He wipes away a tear and reaches behind her to pull the knot loose from her hair. It tumbles around her in waves, a tangled mess. From the dresser by his bed he hands her another pink bottle and a large toothed comb.
“Shit. I’ll say it again, and it’s not meant to be creepy, but detangler by your bed? You are a really good dad,” she giggles.
“I take care of the people important to me. Now what’s this all about? Tell me, Thalia. Because honestly, right now I wanna beat the shit out of whoever makes you feel this way.”
The detangler works like magic and she slowly works the comb through her hair, relaxing her. Chris leans forward and crosses his arms on her thighs, resting his head and turning to watch her as she works. “There’s no one to beat up. It’s all in my head and that’s why it’s so fuckin’ scary.”
“Are you hurt? Have I hurt you? You said pain. I’m a little confused. What are you talking about?”
She sighs and drops her head, embarrassed. “Chris, it’s just all so damn confusing and too much, especially without telling you things I don’t want you to know about me.”
“So you like some kinky stuff, it’s not a bad thing,” he reminds her, gently caressing her exposed leg. “I just prefer you do those things with me, that’s all. You’re mine, remember?”
“Yes, I’m yours,” she smiles. and sighs “Except when I’m not.”
His heart feels stomped on. But he remembers, he does seem to get more of her nights than the other man, and he wonders again if she’s seeing someone who is married. Brushing it aside, he asks again. “What do you mean about the pain?”
“I don’t know. It just all seems odd to me and maybe I’m too young to get it, but why do some spankings feel so good, why do I let myself be told what to do, why do I like bossing you around so much?” Resting the comb in her lap, she laughs, rubbing over the top of his head and scratching behind his ear. “It just doesn’t make sense and seem right to me when I lay down at night and truly let myself think about it. I’m a smart, intelligent woman. I can do things on my own. So why am I letting a man control me?”
“Shit. Ok?” Chris rises to sit in the middle of the bd, resting against the headboard. He pats his chest and indicates for her to crawl into his space. Enveloping his arms around her, she snuggles next to him. “You want the psychology of it? Every three semesters, I teach History of Sex. You should sign up for it in the fall. Very popular class,” he jokes. “Niña, like I said earlier, it’s whatever two people choose. What’s right for you and me might be wrong for you and someone else. It’s all about the care and respect two people share.” He kisses the top of her head and sweeps her hair back looping his fingers through the curls. She lifts her leg, resting it on across his Adonis to feel closer to him and he pulls her thigh, resting her leg in a better spot, hugging it to him. “As for why you like it? It doesn’t make you dark and twisted, or dirty, sweetheart. Think about your day. You live alone. You take care of yourself. You’re far from your beloved family back in Chicago. Your brain moves a hundred miles an hour all day long as you move from class to class, and prep your work for the class you TA. You’ve got your research with the British ‘arse;’ your work at the bar; you’ve got a few friends you make time for; somehow you juggle two boyfriends and you work relentlessly sending out resumes to museums and dig sites in all corners of the world.” He pauses taking a deep breath.
“Fuck, I’m getting tired just thinking about all that, and then you come home and sleep and wake up the next day to do it all again. Man, I’m a real shit head for pulling you in to work with the History Department.” He chuckles and she taps his chest, winding her fingers through the smattering of hair.
“So I’m always on the go. Tell me something I don’t know,” she replies sarcastically, running her fingers over the raised skin where a famous quote is etched, his tat dark against his pale skin.
“Yea, and you do it all alone. Maybe I get a few hours every few days to make sure you eat, or sleep, or get laid. But you’re alone and you’re making all the decisions. That’s tough; it’s a daunting task. And it’s amazing you do that; it’s fuckin’ sexy, Thalia. But when you find time to relax, to wind down, you just want someone else to take charge, tell you want to do. It doesn’t make you any less powerful. Ultimately, even in those type relationships the submissive partner is the driving force. Even when I tell you what to do, you have the power to say no, and I wouldn’t really ask you to do anything I didn’t think you’d enjoy. And when you power over me, it’s just so damn sexy. And for me, when you do, I like watching the way you think, how you get flustered at first and then grow into it as a woman and let yourself take control.”
“It works because of trust,” she states simply.
“Trust and care, yeah. I considered jacking off earlier, but I knew you cared enough, and I trusted you’d make my pain and suffering all night worth it. And it sure fuckin’ was, Thalia. You’re worth it.”
Sighing, she kisses along his ribcage. “Thank you, Chris. That does make me feel better. I guess because I’m surrounded by people, I don’t realize I am alone a lot of the time. It is nice when you take care of me.”
“Good; I like it too. You better now? Can we go back to sleep?” He doesn’t want to think any more about the other bastard. Getting her mind all twisted like that… The morning sun begins to break through the window and his voice is sleepy and lazy. “No class tomorrow, but I need to put in some office hours. What time do you need to get back?
“Well, I gotta go home and change and get my computer. I don’t know. Can we leave around eleven, maybe grab a bite to eat?”
“Perfect. Sleep beautiful girl.” Other words and thoughts float in his head but he chokes on them.
“Goodnight my man,” she whispers and the two quickly fall back asleep tired from their exploits in the early morning hours.
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