Office Hours

by Katrina Jackson

  They’d finally woken up and gotten out of bed at nearly noon. He’d showered while she’d pored over the R&R feedback. He’d finally taken her phone from her hands and pushed her into the bathroom with a promise of brunch.

  In the shower, Deja’s head was spinning as she tried to think through the revision notes. She wanted to sit back at her laptop and start working on revisions now, but once she was dressed in her favorite skater dress, and had her hair in a loose bun on her head, she didn’t feel like working anymore. She walked into the kitchen to find Alejandro in a pair of baggy basketball shorts and a t-shirt that clung to every muscle in his back and her resolve not to do too much too soon hardened.

  In fact, as she watched him, she reminded herself of Toni’s advice not to overwork herself, to learn to enjoy her breaks when they came, and to let herself rest. It had taken nearly five months to get a response from the journal, she could take the summer to work on her piece before she resubmitted. Her work and her brain would be better for it.

  “What are you making?” she asked.

  When he turned to her, his eyes dipped to look at her bare legs. “Right now, just coffee. I wasn’t sure what you wanted. Also, I need to go grocery shopping,” he laughed.

  Deja padded into his kitchen on bare feet. She could feel Alejandro’s eyes on her.

  He licked his lips and leaned back against the counter. Deja walked up to him and pressed her body against his.

  “Are you hungry?”

  Deja groaned at the soft rumble of his voice against her chest. She felt it in her body, and it made her nipples hard. “I can wait until lunch,” she whispered.

  Alejandro’s hands moved to the backs of her thighs, and he bent forward to cover her mouth with his own. She opened herself up to him, and he inched his tongue between her lips as his hands pulled her dress up in the back.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and deepened their kiss, suckling on his tongue. She spread her legs for his searching hands.

  He groaned again. “Deja,” he mumbled against her lips.

  “What?”

  He squeezed her ass with one hand while the other pressed between her legs, his fingers skimming over her bare pussy.

  “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”

  “What’s the point?” she asked, licking at his lips. “Wanna go back to bed?”

  “Fuck,” he said and lifted her into his arms.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed at his soft stubble as he walked them back to bed. “I hate your coffee anyway,” she mumbled.

  He smacked her ass with a laugh.

  ***

  “Is this what summer is going to be like?” Alejandro asked Deja as he threw her onto his bed.

  She fell in a sprawl, and he caught a quick glimpse of her pussy as the skirt of her dress bounced.

  “Maybe,” she said to him, spreading her legs.

  He ripped his shirt over her head and pushed his shorts over his hips. His hardening dick bounced, and Deja licked her lips. “Fuck,” he hissed.

  He was prepared to dive on top of Deja on the bed, but she stopped him, lifting onto her knees.

  She put her hand on his abs to keep him standing and grabbed his dick with the other hand.

  “Deja,” he mumbled.

  She looked up at him as her mouth lowered to the head of his dick and her tongue slipped past her lips and swiped around the crown in a slow taste.

  They both groaned.

  He cupped the back of her head as she sucked his dick into her hot mouth. Her hands squeezed him at the base and stroked him in circular motions, meeting her lips around his length.

  “Fuck. Me,” he groaned.

  “I will, baby,” she said, kissing along his shaft. “We’ve got all day. All summer.”

  His hand tightened around her bun as she licked and kissed and stroked him deeper and deeper inside her mouth. His eyes closed and his back bowed when he touched the back of her throat. If they hadn’t been working so hard over the past few weeks reading final exams and essays and the handful of graduate theses, maybe he could have let her keep going, but he couldn’t; he wouldn’t last.

  He pulled her mouth from him with another groan.

  Her gaping mouth and his saliva-covered dick sent him over the edge. “On your back.”

  She smiled at him as she raised up onto her knees. He moved to his bedside table for a condom, his fingers fishing blindly inside the drawer because he refused to take his eyes off her.

  She pulled her dress off slowly with a dirty smirk on her face.

  He tore the condom open and began to roll the condom on.

  She grabbed a pillow and moved it to the middle of the bed before slowly settling onto her back, unhurried and hell bent on teasing him and then she spread her legs and moved her hand between her legs to caress her pussy.

  “You’re gonna be insufferable all summer,” he said with a smile.

  “We’re going to spend most of July apart,” she reminded him. “We have to take advantage of our time together.”

  “You make some great points,” he said and crawled onto the bed. She moaned when he pushed her thighs to the bed and dipped his head between her legs to lick her pussy in a forceful swipe.

  He watched her eyes press shut, her back arch, and her hands cup her breasts. She tweaked her nipples as he licked and sucked at her pussy and clit. It couldn’t have been more than a day or two since they’d last fucked, but as soon as the taste of her pussy hit his tongue, he realized that he’d missed it.

  He couldn’t even fathom how he was going to survive a month without her while he was traveling, and the thought of it made him suck her clit in a hard pull, her hips jerking as she squeaked out a moan.

  He kissed her mound and then lifted onto his hands and knees to cover her body with his.

  She shuddered when the head of his dick hit her opening. “You want to move in with me?” she breathed.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Good. Please fuck me now,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  He kissed her and pushed inside of her at the same time. The heady taste of her pussy was on his tongue and she groaned, licking at his mouth. The tight warmth of her clenched around his dick, locking them together.

  He didn’t rush, but this wasn’t a slow fuck. It was the perfect pounding press of their hips together. Deja’s legs locked around his waist and her heels dug into his ass, spurring him on. He could already feel the tightening in his back and the tingling in his balls. He’d come soon. And Deja’s shivering pussy let him know she was just as close.

  They’d come, maybe nap, and then fuck again. They’d probably just order some food for delivery. It was the first day of summer break and that always made the world feel as if it was full of possibilities. But it was also the first day of the rest of their lives together, as far as Alejandro was concerned, and Deja was right, they should savor every moment of their time together.

  “I think I love you,” she moaned, shuddering around his dick as she came.

  “Finally,” he breathed into her mouth, fucking her harder now, faster, chasing his release. “I love you too,” he shouted as he filled the condom between them. “Finally,” he breathed again.

  Epilogue

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  Fall Semester

  It was the first day of classes. Deja was sitting in her office, finishing her syllabus for her first class in an hour.

  “What’s up, Doc?” a voice called from her open office door.

  She looked up to find Jerome at the door and smiled. “Welcome back.” He sauntered into her office and plopped down into the chair across her desk. “How was your summer?”

  He rolled his eyes with a smile. “Boring. My mom still treats me like I’m a baby.”

  “You’re her baby.”

  “Okay, but still…” he said, “Anyway, I’m happy to be back.”

  “You say that now, but I remember your schedule this s
emester.”

  His smile turned to a cringe. “Yeah, I might have gotten carried away during registration in the spring.”

  “That double major is gonna be tough,” she said.

  “He’ll be alright,” a voice said from the door.

  She turned to see Alejandro leaning against the doorjamb. It had barely been four hours since she’d seen him last, but it felt like forever. She took him in — his new gray three-piece suit and crisp white shirt — and there was something about the sight of his mustard-colored tie that reminded her of this morning. Maybe it was because it matched her dress, or because she’d held onto the knot while riding his lap in his bedroom — their bedroom now. She’d almost made him late.

  “What’s up, Doc Mendoza?” Jerome said.

  “Nothing much. I just came to see Dr. Evans, only to hear her trying to poach you from me. Still.”

  Deja rolled her eyes and pressed print on the document on her laptop. “I wasn’t poaching, I was just letting my advisee know that double majors are difficult, but of course, he can manage.”

  “Our advisee,” Alejandro corrected.

  “So y’all are still together,” Jerome said. “Hector owes me twenty bucks.”

  Deja’s mouth fell open. “Get out,” she laughed at Jerome.

  Alejandro stepped aside for him to leave, patting him on the back as he passed.

  “See you at your office hours, Doc,” Jerome called over his shoulder.

  Alejandro stepped into her office and took up the seat Jerome had just vacated. He sat regally, straightening his pants before he sat and as he crossed his legs. He straightened his tie, and Deja could have sworn that his fingers caressed the piece of fabric slowly, as if his brain was taking the same trip down memory lane hers had.

  “Behave,” she whispered, her eyes darting to her open office door.

  He smiled at her. “I can. I will.” He licked his lips as if he was tasting her.

  She swallowed a groan. “You need to leave too,” she whispered in a shaky voice.

  He burst into laughter and stood. He leaned over her desk, and she met his mouth with her own without thinking, not caring, in that moment, who might pass to see their chaste brush of lips.

  “I’ll tell you what I was just thinking at home, tonight,” he whispered in a deep, seductive voice.

  The frisson of desire that laced through her at his voice, at his words — especially “home” — made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, tasting him again. “Please,” she whispered back.

  He moaned softly. “Yeah, I need to leave now.”

  It was her turn to laugh as she watched him walk from her office. He turned to wink at her just before walking into the hallway.

  Deja didn’t know if it was possible to really set the tone of a semester, but if it was, then this was going to be her best semester yet.

  Hi everyone!

  As you may or may not know, I’m a professor. When I first conceived of Deja and the rest of this group, they were amalgamations of friends at various universities who were all struggling with the same things: feelings of loneliness, overwork, mental health issues, etc., but I didn’t know what to do with the first draft of the story. I don’t love popular depictions of academia and professors. They all seem stuck in some version of the 1960s: everyone’s white and upper middle class, the professors are all old men in boring gray suits who listen to classical music while they grade in front of the fireplace, and they’re always teaching about classic literature or archeology.

  That’s mad boring. LMAO!

  But when I re-read the story, I realized that I liked Deja and Alejandro a lot and I wanted to write about academia as I’ve seen it, with people who look like people I know or know exist, people who aren’t middle class and white, and adjuncts who are often erased from representations of academia, even though they do the bulk of the teaching work at most U.S. universities. And if you’ve made it this far, that’s what you got, plus sex and romance (the fictional part). I hope you liked Deja and Alejandro’s journey. I hope you’ll also take at least three things from this story: check in with yourself, be kind to yourself, and let people help you.

  Also, Toni and Mike... amirite??? *wink*

  If you liked this story, please consider recommending it to a friend and leaving a review wherever you feel comfortable. And if this is your first story by me, turn the page for a list of my other books, there might be something else there that you like! I hope you’re safe and well and washing your hands. <3

  Other books by Katrina Jackson

  Welcome to Sea Port

  From Scratch

  Inheritance

  Small Town Secrets

  Her Christmas Cookie

  The Spies Who Loved Her

  Pink Slip

  Private Eye

  Bang & Burn

  New Year, New We

  His Only Valentine

  Erotic Accommodations

  Room for Three?

  Neighborly

  Love At Last

  Every New Year

  Heist Holidays

  Grand Theft N.Y.E.

  The Family

  Beautiful and Dirty

  Standalone stories

  Encore

  Layover

  Office Hours

  Copyright © 2020 by Katrina Jackson

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  ASIN: B086HXGL86

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Editor: A.K. Edits