64: Don’t you dare. You’re going to listen to what I’m telling you and you’re not going to touch yourself. You’re going to crawl into your bed tonight wishing you would’ve come over to my place instead and you’re going to sit with that ache between your legs as a reminder. I’ll take care of it on my time not on yours. Understood?
Holy shit.I don’t know if I can, but for Luke, I’ll try because I know he’ll make it worth it.
Me: Understood, Coach.
64: Christ I want to come pick you up right now and bring you here, bend you over, and hear you scream that all night long
Me: Why don’t you?
64: Because you should be out enjoying a night with your friends. It’s your last semester of college and you need to enjoy it. Text me when you get home?
Me: I will
64: And remember what I told you
Me: Yes, Coach ;)
32
Lennon
I’m wrapping up a meeting with one of the professors whose course I tutor for when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Glancing toward the clock, it’s almost 11:00 am. I have to be at the rink in less than an hour for our game this afternoon. I wouldn’t usually meet with Dr. Tolton on a Saturday morning, but more than half the class failed their exam this week.
It’s not uncommon since it’s the first one of the semester and only a month into the course, but it’s worse than last semester’s average.
“Here’s the answer guide, and I already emailed you a copy of the exam,” he says, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “On Tuesday, I’m going to make another announcement reminding people of your weekly sessions, so forewarning to you that there may be more students coming your way.”
I accept the packet of answers with a curt nod. “Thank you for the heads up. I’ll request a larger study room in the library just in case.”
“Good. I’ll let you go, I know you have a game to get to. Best of luck today.” He stands and extends his hand. “I hear you may be making another tournament run this year. Very exciting.”
I doubt Dr. Tolton has ever watched hockey a day in his life, but I appreciate the sentiment either way. “Thank you, sir. I’ll let you know if I get an influx of students next week.”
“Please do.”
With that, I tuck the answer guide into my backpack and take off. As I walk down the empty hallway, I grab my phone out, and my heart skips a beat like it always does at the sight of a text from Luke.
64: I’m parked behind Merrill. Come meet me once you’re done
Me: We have to be at the arena in 45 minutes for warm-ups and Grace is driving me
64: Figure out an excuse
64: I’ll make sure you’re not late
64: Obviously
Me: Fine. Give me a few to walk over there
He’s bold coming here to pick me up near campus, but the desire to see him overrides the danger of possibly being seen getting into his car. And it is a Saturday, so campus is fairly empty as I walk through the cold gray morning. My fingers are like ice as I text Grace.
Me: I gotta run to the library to go over test prep material with one of my students quick. Don’t wait for me I’ll meet you at the arena
Grace: You sure?
Me: Yeah see you in a bit!
I tuck my phone away and shove my hands deep into the pockets of my coat to try to warm them up. My calves are sore as I walk briskly across the campus. Luke has been adamant about keeping up on the conditioning as the season continues on, and I keep waiting for the day I’ll wake up with not a single muscle aching.
