Hudson was the product of wealthy parents with high expectations. They were entirely disappointed that he hadn't chosen to become a lawyer with further goals to become a politician. In other words, to follow in his father’s footsteps. They weren’t quiet about their feelings, either, leaving Hudson to constantly live on the defensive. The only thing he could think of to make them proud was to earn his tenure at an esteemed college. It would put him in the top of his chosen field, and then maybe they’d be pleased. He’d spent years working toward his goal, and he wouldn't let anyone get in the way of his plans.
He went about the rest of his day as though it was business as usual. There wasn't anything else to do. If Reagan remained in his every thought, he would have to work harder to push her out of his mind. His career was more important than a fling with a girl that was barely legal. Despite his efforts, she lingered in his thoughts throughout his classes and office hours. Her face replaced those of his other female students until he worried he'd come across as a lecherous asshole with the way he was concentrating too hard on them.
Hudson needed to make friends and find a way to stay distracted. In his hometown he was popular and well-liked, his social calendar rarely empty. Here he was the new guy that didn't know anybody. He found a flier tacked to the bulletin board in the employee lounge in the language arts hall that described a team-building get-together in the biggest of the lecture halls. That was exactly what he needed, so he decided to pass the time the evening before the get-together by staying in his office and creating the next pop quiz. It was boring and lonely, and his mind refused to cooperate with his plan of staying off Reagan.
He managed to make it through the night and the next day. He ignored Reagan during class, and thankfully she wasn't the type to ask questions. He was bordering on obsession with her and was nervous that any outsider would see it as clearly as if they were tearing each other’s clothes off in the classroom. But the social was that evening, so he made his way down the hall after his last lecture and found a few others mingling around. It looked even more boring than the evening he’d spent in his office, but there were other people in attendance, and that was his ultimate goal.
“Hello, I’m Hudson Clark,” he introduced himself to the closest male professor.
“José Nuñez.” The other gentleman stuck his hand out and they shook.
Hudson shifted on his feet. He hated small talk. “Is this supposed to feel like the second circle of hell?”
José laughed. “Probably not, yet here we are. In hell.”
“I guess I expected a table and chairs and someone forcing us to say one thing about ourselves.” Hudson looked around and saw that there was nothing in the room like appetizers or drinks. Certainly no alcohol to make it more bearable. “Is there a team leader or something, or is this it?”
“This is it. I’ve been here for five years, and I always come. New people deserve a friendly face, so I guess that means I’m it.”
“That’s nice of you, José. Maybe this isn't a total bust, then. I realized last night that since I don’t know anybody here, it makes for a dull nightlife.”
“It would, yeah. I go with some of the other profs every Tuesday night to the Italian restaurant down the street, so if you want to do that you can meet me by the employee lounge at about six next Tuesday and I’ll bring you with me.”
Nobody else had come in, and Hudson was grateful for José being so approachable. “Cool. I was worried about not making friends, I admit. You’ve been here for five years?”
“I began here shortly after I obtained my PhD. There’s not too much going on in this town unless you’re into the Testudos.” José had his hands in his pockets, and he jingled the change in one of them. “I’m not so much into college football, but I do like soccer. So for me, it depends on the season. Others find there’s plenty to do, especially if you go into D.C.”
“Okay.” Hudson was afraid of wearing out his welcome so he didn't say anything else for a while.
No one else showed up, and after twenty minutes of standing alone while José talked to the others, Hudson decided to leave. He said goodbye to the room and made his way down the hall to the faculty parking lot. It had begun to rain while he was inside and his mind flashed back to the blonde rolling her window down and offering him her cellphone. Reagan took a huge risk letting him into her car, and he wondered if he should be grateful or furious. She could have been attacked if she’d stopped for someone with fewer scruples than he possessed. How would she have protected herself?
Not his problem,not his problem. If only his brain would allow him to stop thinking of her, which he greatly wished for. Instead, he found himself eager to get to his apartment and jump in the shower to relive their time together.
Reagan had been extraordinarily receptive to him, with the exception of wanting to pull her hands down so she could touch him. He loved being in control, and he wanted her to obey him at that moment. She learned quickly, though, enough that she kept her hands above her head when he was inside her. After sleeping for a few hours he found himself dreaming of fucking her again, and when he opened his eyes to discover it really was her ass pressed against his erection, he’d pulled her onto all fours and entered her with barely a second to stop and fish out a condom. Only the fear of having a child with a stranger made him pause for that extra minute because he’d never been that hard before in his life. That round ass was heart shaped in the right position, and he loved pounding into her while he slapped it and squeezed it. She didn't seem to mind, judging by the moans and mewling coming from her mouth. She hadn’t come that time, he was sure, because there was none of the clamping down she’d done on his fingers the first time. He waited until she was almost asleep and he’d cleaned up before he climbed back in the bed and ate her pussy. Her warm, sleep-roughened voice begged for him to make her come, and he did.
Those thoughts swirled in his mind as his cum swirled down the drain. It was a wonder he didn't get into an accident on the way home considering that he wasn't focused on driving but on his memories. Dropping everything when he came in the door and rushing toward the shower, he’d savored her naked image as he tugged on his hard cock. He couldn't believe how hard he got with just memories and new fantasies of Reagan. The next few months with her in his class were going to be detrimental to his health.
