Page 22 of Office Hours
I take a deep breath, then exhale. “The office hours were more than just studying.”
Andie’s eyes go wide.
“Sex?”
I shake my head, and then nod slowly.
“Sort of, yes. I sucked off Professor Thomas yesterday, and it was amazing, Andie. I loved it one hundred percent.”
The words hang in the air, dense and sticky, like the humidity after a summer storm.
Andie blinks once, then twice, then lets out a little gasp. “Really?”
“You heard me.”
She claps a hand over her mouth, then drops it, eyes wide as the full moon. “Holy shit. Oh my god. You did not.” She shakes her head, like maybe the truth will fall out her ears. “You gave a BJ to Liam Thomas? As in, your professor? The one with the bright blue stare and the poetry books?”
“Yes,” I say, and it’s kind of a relief to just let it sit there, messy and alive. It’s good to let out my secret, and I feel lighter already.
She opens her mouth, then closes it, then tries again. “What was it like?”
I bite my lip. “It was amazing. He’shuge. Like, it didn’t even feel real and I could hardly get him into my mouth. I kind of loved it, and he was rough too. He was grabbing my hair and sucking my tits, and then he licked my pussy for me too.”
Andie is silent for a second, staring at the floor like maybe it’ll provide answers. Then she looks up, all her motherly concern summoned in a single blue-eyed stare. “Simone. You know I love you. That’s, like, not just wild, it’s honestly dangerous.”
I shrug. “I know the rules. I just—” I run my hand through my hair, and it snags on a knot, a leftover from yesterday’smanhandling. “I couldn’t help it. He needed me. And I needed him.”
Andie leans back, hugging her knees. “I can’t believe you actually did it. I mean, I’ve been joking all semester, but I didn’t think you’d actually?—”
“You’ve been egging me on for weeks,” I cut in. “Every time we talk about him, you’re like, ‘I bet he has a huge cock,’ or, ‘I bet he could destroy you.’ I just proved you right.”
My pretty friend gives a half-laugh, then her mouth goes tight. “But I was kidding, Simone. I didn’t want you toactuallyget involved with a professor. That’s a recipe for disaster. People get expelled over this shit.”
I roll my eyes. “Nobody’s getting expelled. We were careful and no one even knows what I did, other than you.”
Andie’s voice is low, serious. “Are you sure? Because I’ve heard stories. You remember Becca? She got kicked out for less. There was a whole Title IX thing, and now she’s in community college.”
I frown. “Becca was sleeping with three different guys and one of them was married. That’s not the same. Besides, she was expelled for cheating, not sleeping around.”
Andie throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, there’s a reason people tell you not to fuck your professors.”
“We didn’t fuck,” I say, then instantly regret the overshare. “I mean, not all the way. Not yet.”
Andie’s jaw drops. “Oh my god, you want to.”
I stare at the ceiling, the heat creeping up my neck. “Yeah. I really, really do. He’s insanely hot, girlfriend, and he knows how to handle a woman’s curves. It was an incredible experience.”
For a moment my buddy just watches me, her expression equal parts awe and horror. Then she shakes her head, a sad smile flickering at the corners. “You’re going to do what you want, aren’t you?”
I smile, just a little. “You know me.”
She shakes her head again, but her tone is soft. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. Like, really careful. This could blow up in your face.”
I nod. “I will. I promise.”
She stands, wipes her palms on her shorts, and gives me one last look. “You sure you don’t want ice cream? You might need the calories.”
I laugh, for real this time. “I’m sure.”
