by Jamie Knight
Common sense won out and I decided that our time together had to come to an end.
“Let’s hurry up and get out of here,” I said, looking at my watch. “The bell is going to ring soon, and the hallways will be filled, so it will be easier to get to where we need to be undetected.”
“Okay,” she said, snatching up her clothing and shoving her arms into her shirt.
We got dressed so fast, it almost looked like a comedy reel. When I was sure that we were both fully clothed, I peeked out the door. The bell rang, and people started to file into the hallway. I told Izzy to head out first and I told her that I would follow. She pecked me on the lips one last time before disappearing out the door. I stepped out into the hallway behind her.
“Dr. Rivers?” came a voice, startling me.
It was Belva.
“Gosh, Belva. I didn’t see you there. You startled me.”
I clutched my chest, waiting for my heart to stop racing.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “I went to your classroom and didn’t see you there, so I was heading to your office.”
She eyed Izzy, who was standing a few feet away, and looked back at me like she wanted to ask me a bunch of questions.
“I just finished a study session with my new intern. Have you met her?”
“I can’t say that I have had the pleasure,” she said, leaning in with her hand extended toward Izzy.
Izzy shook her hand halfheartedly, looking at me like a deer in headlights.
I swallowed a lump in my throat, telling myself to act natural.
“I didn’t even know that you had decided on an intern for this semester,” she said, looking at me like she knew what was going on. But there was no way that I was going to give any confirmation of the idea, if she did have one. Instead, I thought that it would be better to put some distance between Izzy and me for now so that I could focus better on what Belva wanted to talk about.
“Ms. Carson, we need to make sure that everything is ready to go for our next… session…”
I glanced at Belva and noticed her paying extra attention to Izzy. Even though I was talking, she was not looking at me at all.
“What do you want me to do?” asked Izzy, running a hand idly through her wild hair, her cheeks bright red.
“Make sure that you autoclave the instruments before six o’clock. That way, we can get right to work and finish up early enough for you do to whatever it is that college kids do these days.”
She looked like she tried to smile, but only managed to twist her face into a scowl.
“Okay,” she said, and then turned and walked away. She walked so fast, it almost looked like she was running.
“Boy, did she looked flushed,” said Belva, a judgmental tone in her voice.
“Yeah, I think that’s she mentioned probably coming down with something,” I lied.
“And you’re still making the poor girl work? What a dictator.”
I knew that she was joking. And I knew that she had a pretty good idea of what was going on with Izzy and me.
The way that her face was red and with how out of breath she was, it was pretty obvious that she had had a good orgasm. It was pretty undeniable.
I wished that Izzy was better about hiding it. But, then again, I knew that she didn’t really have much practice hiding it, since I had opened up a whole new world for her. Plus, I liked that I had that affect on her. It showed she was mine – I had claimed her.
Belva had just witnessed the afterglow of that.
“Well, I hope that this semester is one that shows you just what kind of professor you are,” said Belva smartly, crossing her arms before walking away.
I couldn’t help but wonder what that comment was about. Part of me also wondered if she didn’t already know what was going on. And even more than that, if she did know, what was she planning to do with that information?
I made a mental note to have a conversation with Izzy the next time that I saw her. I know that we were having a lot of fun and I wanted to keep having fun.
But if people caught on to what was happening between us, it would come crashing to a halt. And more than that, it might mean death to my professional career.
I definitely didn’t want that.
But now that I’d had a taste of Izzy, I knew that I had to have her again and again.
Belva’s comment about my professionalism as a professor echoed in my head over and over.
I liked Izzy. Not only was she amazing and satisfying physically, I knew that she was incredibly brilliant and had a lot of offer. I was going to do my best to make sure that she was just that, even if I had to fuck her for every quiz.
I chuckled to myself thinking about the quiz that she had failed earlier. I rubbed my dick absentmindedly, still thinking about it.
I went back to my office and sat at the desk, figuring that now was as good of a time as any to pick up the mess that I had tossed around the room while in the throes of passion.
I laid my head on the desk, feeling the results of the energy surge that the orgasm had just given me.
I’ll pick everything up after a short nap, I told myself, as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11 - Izzy
“Last night was incredible,” read the text that Jace had sent me as I got ready for my classes in the morning. I glanced over at the phone and then tossed it onto my bed, busying myself with styling my hair in the mirror.
I still couldn’t believe that I was spending so much time worrying about how I looked. But, these past two weeks with Jace had made me look at things completely different. Whereas once upon a time I was overly concerned about getting the best grades, most of my classes had fallen to low As and even a B in organic chemistry. I knew that I should have been more concerned about it, but I wasn’t.
It was almost like having mind-blowing sex with Jace had pushed all of that out of my mind, which felt like a good thing. I caught myself cheesing hard at my reflection in the mirror.
It was already exciting having the hottest guy on campus be into me, but the fact that our sex was so addictive made it that much better. The way that he kissed me, taking me up in his arms and holding me, made me weak in the knees every time.
The only thing that really bothered me was that it had to be so secretive. At first, it was exciting, like a forbidden secret that only he and I shared. But, going out with Layla and her dates a few times and being the awkward third wheel made me wish that I could be more out in the open with Jace.
Sure, Layla was kind enough in the past to try hooking me up with guys that she thought would be a good fit. And a couple of them were actually nice. But the only person that I wanted to give that time and attention to now was Jace.
I began to think that I was incredibly into someone who could only keep me as a secret. How was this really any different from being with a married man?
I wished that there was a way around it, but I knew that there wasn’t. And I was getting tired of putting everything in my life on hold while I waited for something that was never going to happen.
I had to put an end to it.
“We need to talk,” I texted back, sighing out a worried sigh as I pushed the send button.
This wasn’t the first time that I had wanted to have the hard conversation with him about not sleeping together. As a matter fact, for the past two weeks, I had tried to find a way to tell him. But it seemed like every time I got up the nerve to even start the conversation, we somehow ended up in bed together.
It was always incredible, and after each time, I quickly forgot about needing to talk to him about not sleeping together. Until the afterglow wore off, that is. And then I’d be right back at square one: wanting to have the conversation with him, but having lost the nerve, trying to figure out when to dive into it.
I knew that it was the right thing to do. And I was fairly sure that Jace would understand, especially considering that he was an excellent
student when he was in school. I figured that I would just have to be okay with giving up the internship, if it came down to it.
That might be better, anyway. The time that I was spending on the internship was time that I could set aside to study and work on pulling all my grades up. I wrote a note in my planner, reminding myself to stop by the office and see if there were any other organic chemistry classes with openings.
It was probably for the best to do it all at once, make a clean break, so that I could just move forward.
“Okay,” came the text back.
I put my homework and textbooks in my backpack and set off for class. Organic chemistry was my first class of the day, so I figured that I could just talk to Jace after class was over. That way, I could get it out of the way and figure out how I was going to get over him.
When I got to class, he was standing at the door, holding a stack of papers, smiling that magnetic smile of his.
“Good morning, Izzy!” he said, extending a hand out toward me.
“Hello,” I said quietly, shaking his hand weakly.
My heart started beating fast as I thought about what I had to tell him. He looked so cheerful, like he was genuinely happy to see me. I felt my throat close up as I tried to swallow the knot that seemed to be stuck.
“I know that you wanted to talk,” he said, lowering his voice. “Is this something that can wait until later this evening?”
“Sure,” I said, plastering a smile on my face. At least we could get through the class and then I could tell him that we couldn’t sleep together any more.
It was all that I could think about all day as I counted down the minutes until the internship. I prepared for it to be my last one.
Finally, it was time for our internship session. I stood outside the door to the classroom, knowing that the second that I pushed the door open, my entire world would change. Again.
When I did, though, I was shocked to see Trent sitting behind the desk where Jace usually sat. Jace was in the corner, standing over a stack of papers with a red pen in his hand, grading them.
“Oh, good. You’re here,” said Jace, looking less relieved than he tried to sound.
He looked jumpy. He never looked jumpy. I knew that there was no way that I would be able to have the conversation with him. My heart sank with disappointment at the thought of another missed opportunity to put an end to our physical relationship.
But I decided to make the best of it and thanked my lucky stars that, even though I didn’t get a chance to address the elephant in the room, I had the opportunity to be more focused on the project at hand.
“In honor of the return of my esteemed colleague, we’re going to do a case study on stem cells and their treatment in repairing damage done to the body,” said Jace.
He showed us the lab table which had already been set up with microscopes and slides.
“Yep. Pretty straight forward,” said Trent, nodding toward the table, not bothering to get up. “Just look at the slides and record what you see.”
“Simple enough,” I said, grabbing my note pad and pen from my backpack and throwing it on an empty desk near the lab table.
A clear pair of goggles had been laid on the table. I picked them up, put them on, and looked at the first microscope.
The room fell silent while I looked at each specimen and wrote down what I saw. Jace had turned his attention back to the stack of papers that he was grading, pausing from time to time to glance in my direction. Trent typed away at the laptop sitting on the desk, blissfully unaware of the tension that filled the room.
The air seemed thin as the hour drudged on. I sighed with relief when a timer sounded, signaling the end of the session.
“Alright, time’s up,” said Trent. “Go ahead and write down your overall observation and prepare a written overview of the experiment and what you learned.”
Jace didn’t say anything. He barely even looked up from the papers that he was still grading.
“Okay,” I said, grabbing my backpack and preparing to leave.
“Uh, hey, Izzy, could you do me a favor?” asked Trent. “Do you think that you could help me with some of my things to my car?
I really didn’t want to, but I felt bad that he was on crutches and needed help. Jace stepped forward to say something, but I blurted out my response before he had the chance.
“Sure, I can help,” I said.
I was tired and, in the short hour that I had stood in the classroom, I had lost the will to have the conversation with Jace about ending things between us. Helping Trent out to his car gave me just the excuse that I needed to exit the classroom without having to talk to Jace. I would save the conversation for another day, one where we were alone and I had all of the energy that I needed.
“Thanks a lot,” said Trent, as he followed me.
I pulled his black briefcase on wheels with one hand and held his laptop with the other hand, trying to walk slowly enough behind him that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable hobbling down the hallway.
“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m glad that I can help.”
“I’m glad that you’re willing to. You know, I never realized how much you need to rely on other people when you are on crutches. It’s been a very humbling experience. And having beautiful women tend to you kindly is an added bonus.”
He smiled at me, raising his eyebrows seductively. I smiled at him appreciatively, but cringed inwardly. I couldn’t believe that he seemed to think he had a chance with me. He was pleasant enough, but certainly wasn’t interesting enough for me. Not like Jace.
He led me to the parking garage attached to the school, our footsteps echoing loudly as we walked toward his Black sedan, parked in the corner of the fourth floor of the garage.
I loaded his bag and laptop into the back seat of his car and helped him get inside. He threw his crutches behind him, making them land with a thud on the floor.
He sighed as he relaxed into the sleek leather seats, smiling as he watched me admire the shiny car that he drove. It really was impressive, considering that he wasn’t much older than I was.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “What am I doing at this school if I drive a car like this? Money is not the issue for me. That’s not why I’m doing this. The experience that I get learning and teaching alongside a seasoned professional like Dr. Rivers is unmatched. I really am lucky to have met him. As are you.”
I nodded, knowing that he was right. If only he knew just how lucky I had gotten.
“If you’re up for it, I’d love to take you for a quick spin in my car. Maybe hit the diner around the corner for a cup of coffee?”
He looked at me expectantly, patting the empty passenger’s seat next to him, smiling at me kindly.
My heart almost escaped my chest as I was caught off guard by his invitation. My mind kicked into overdrive as I thought of a nice way to let him down easy.
I figured that the best way to get out of it was by telling the truth.
“You know, I would love to take you up on that,” I said, yawning dramatically. “But I am really tired. So, I’ll have to take a raincheck.”
He visibly deflated, the smile which had been on his face being wiped away instantly. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes scanned his dashboard, as if he were looking for a reason why I had turned him down.
I hadn’t had been sleeping that well lately, stressing about my grades and how I was going to handle things with Jace. I felt worn out and run down. I had almost cancelled the internship, but I thought better of it and pushed myself to go, in hopes that I could finally find some resolution with the situation between Jace and I.
And yet, there I stood, shifting uncomfortably, kicking myself for not finding a better way to escape the classroom than following Trent into the dark parking garage.
“Well, I’m not much of a coffee drinker myself, but I hear that caffeine is a perfect way to boost energy. And having a cute ass
istant researcher along with for great company and conversation isn’t too shabby, either.”
He winked at me and guffawed in a very unattractive way.
I took a step back absentmindedly. A crooked smile played about his lips, making me want to escape this moment even more than I already did.
“I’m overtired,” I said, softly, my eyes searching the parking garage for the nearest exit. “I’m going to need something much stronger than coffee.”
Trent gave me a perverted look, rubbing his hands together.
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about more than that, but if you insist…”
“No,” I said, flatly, hoping that he would get the hint.
Trent look flustered, like he was surprised. His face quickly became clouded by irritation.
“Bye,” he said, shortly, slamming his door.
I jumped back, my fingers almost being smashed when he pulled the door back. He started the car, revved up the engine, and sped off, leaving tire marks in the parking spot that his car had been sitting in.
I could tell that he was peeved that I had turned down his offer, but I didn’t have the energy to give Trent and his outburst any further thought.
I was drained and still had a lot of studying to do for all of my classes. I dragged my tired body back to the dorm and told myself that I would take a short nap and then get to studying.
I drifted off to sleep and had a dream about Jace. We made love again, this time in a cabin in the woods on a bear skin rug. He told me he loved me. It shocked me so much, I woke up from the dream, clutching my pillow. My forehead was drenched in sweat.
I felt nauseous, like the room was spinning. My head was pounding like someone was hammering inside of it.
It took me a few moments to realize that the pounding was not coming from inside of my head, but at the door.
“Who is it?” I asked weakly, not looking forward to trying to stand up.
The door flew open and Layla walked in.
