“Jace is getting the vibrator and a plug,” I explained while giving Cam a little lap dance. “The plug vibrates, too. It’s controlled by an app on my phone. Let me show you how it works so you can control it.”
“Okay!” he said eagerly.
I reached for my phone. My intention was to ignore whatever notifications were on the locked screen; I received about ten emails per hour, and I had zero interest in reading my students’ complaints tonight.
But the most recent notification was something different. I clicked it instinctively, then read the email that opened.
“What’s wrong?” Cam asked.
The email was a simple one. A single sentence without a signature. A sentence that was my nightmare.
“I know you’re sleeping with a student.”
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Jace
It had been a month, and I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
Every time we were together felt like the very first time. New touches raising goosebumps, electricity passing from her body into mine. I kept waiting for it to lose its newness, the raw intensity that came from having sex with someone for the first time. But it never did.
If anything, it only gotbetter.
I practically skipped down the hall to Lila’s bedroom to retrieve the toys. Brock and I had spent the past month using Lila however we saw fit, in every possible combination, but we still hadn’t gotten a chance to double-penetrate her. Every time we tried, one of us blew his load too quickly, or it was just alittletoo intense for Lila to handle.
Tonight was going to be different. I could feel it. We were finally going to succeed, and Cam was going to be part of it.
I was so fucking excited for him. He had no idea how great this was going to be. And I was thrilled that he was finally comfortable enough to join us.
But when I returned to the living room, Lila was sitting on the couch staring at her phone. Cam hadn’t moved from the chair,his hard-on rapidly diminishing even though I’d only been gone less than a minute.
“We have a problem,” Lila said, eyes wide with fear.
I took the phone and stared at it, not really comprehending what was happening. After a few seconds, I saw that it was an email from a random Yahoo account. The subject said: “I know.”
And the body of the email contained a single sentence.
“Ohfuck,” I said.
“I don’t know who that is,” Lila said, wrapping her arms around herself. She was beginning to tremble, and her breaths were quick and shallow. “I don’t know what they know, orhow, but obviously we haven’t been careful enough. Not if someone was able to find out. What are we going to do, Jace? I don’t know if I can…”
“Shh,” I said, sitting next to her and wrapping her in my arms. I rubbed my palms over her arms to warm her up. “Relax. I think you’re having a panic attack.”
“Telling. Me to. Relax. Isn’t.Helping.”
I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her, then went back to the bedroom. I returned with sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and helped her get dressed. While I did that, Cam awkwardly put his jeans back on.
“Do we think it’s a student?” I asked. “Or faculty?”
“I don’t know…” Lila moaned. She wasn’t shaking anymore, but she was still terrified.
I couldn’t blame her. Unlike the rest of us, she had a lot to lose by our relationships becoming public.
Cam darted over to the door to grab his backpack, then sat back down with his laptop. “I’m going to have you login to your emailon my laptop. That will give me better tools to see what I can find.”
“Okay,” Lila replied.
Cam handed her the laptop. She typed slowly, one finger at a time hunting and pecking.
