“Always,” I smiled at him, but as the word left my lips, I wondered if it was true. Would I always forgive him if he kept doing the same thing?
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.
Chapter Six
Harrison
“Yeah, I don’t know, Aubs.” I followed her along the empty hallway towards the professor’s office. I tried not to watch as she unbuttoned enough buttons of her tight blouse to show off almost all of her cleavage. A bit of her lacy bra was showing. I averted my eyes. “Getting a C on one project isn’t going to tank our grade for the semester.”
She turned around and rolled her eyes, then took hold of my hand. “Are you kidding? Why should we settle for a subpar grade when I can get him to change it like that.” She snapped her fingers. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m fucking hot,” she laughed. “Just watch and see.”
Oh, I had noticed. There was no way not to notice. I still wasn’t really sure how Aubrey and I had ended up becomingsuchgood friends. One day I was sitting with some of the guys from the football team in a row of desks in the middle of an auditorium classroom, and the next there was this bombshell of a brunette standing next to me and asking if the empty seat beside me was taken.
All I could do was shake my head. Her sexiness took my coherent speech away.
After that, she’d chattered away until, overwhelmed, I’d finally started talking, too. I thought surely someone who looked like she did would find somewhere else to sit. I had to be boringher since I couldn’t think of anything interesting to say. But she didn’t. She kept sitting by me. That had been months ago, and we’d grown progressively closer ever since.
And recently, something had started to change between us. I went from just noticing that she was hot and then pushing the thoughts from my mind, to finding myself staring boldly at the cleavage she so willingly showcased when she was sitting next to me. Or her smooth, silky-looking thighs as the tiny skirts she wore would climb up until her underwear was almost visible.
I felt bad at first, like I was being disloyal to Sadie. But as time went on, it became… normal. Then it went from talking in class, to working on projects together. Project work required spending more time together, and soon we were grabbing coffees together. Then late nights of cramming became necessary, and that usually included dinner. Before I knew it, Aubrey and I were spending more time together than Sadie and I were. A lot more. After the newness wore off, I quit caring if people saw us together. To me it became no big deal. And I was beginning to count Aubrey as one of my best friends.
I’d had to deal with Drake being mad at me because he felt like I was putting him in the middle. I couldn’t really blame him. He’d been friends with Sadie longer than he’d been friends with me. He knew I was spending time with Aubrey, and I’d asked him to cover for me a couple of times. He hated it, though, and he’d told me I needed to get my shit together or he was going to tell Sadie what was going on. I’d convinced him there wasn’t anything going on, that we were just friends. I’d told him I didn’t want to upset Sadie and that’s why I was keeping it from her.
Sometimes, though, I worried that Iwasbecoming dangerously close to her. She was sexy. So goddamn sexy. Sadie was more beautiful, hands down. But Aubrey? She was sex personified. At night, my dreams became hotter, sexier, wilder, and they began to feature Aubrey along with Sadie. Then, astime went on, Sadie faded from the dreams altogether. Now when I closed my eyes, I dreamed of Aubrey every night. More often than not, I woke up with my hand around my aching dick, needing release like I never had before.
I took it all out on Sadie. Sex with her became different. Now it was always rough and animalistic instead of sometimes being slow, lazy, and loving. Soon, we were fucking instead of making love. She never complained, but I could tell she wondered what was going on.
“Are you okay?” she asked, gasping one night after I’d taken her roughly from behind, slamming into her harder than I ever had before.
“Yes,” I said shortly. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” she said quietly before cuddling into me to go to sleep.
I lay awake for a while that night, holding her in my arms. I wasn’t a crier. The only times I had ever cried were once when I’d broken my arm when I was seven, and at my grandma’s funeral. But that night I felt the sting of tears as I began to realize something was very wrong.
For the first time, that night I’d closed my eyes and pretended I was fucking Aubrey instead of Sadie. And I knew I was in trouble.
“Come on, silly. What are you doing?”
I jerked my head up, paying attention to Aubrey once more. “Uh, sorry. Just lost in thought, I guess. Do you need me to go in there with you… or…”
“No. Just stay out here. You can listen in if you want.” She winked at me, and I frowned. What would I be listening in to?
It became clear soon enough. I had assumed Aubrey would flirt with the professor or something like that. Maybe sit with her legs uncrossed so he could catch a glimpse of her underwear inthe tiny skirt she was wearing. But that’s not what happened at all.
Before I knew it, the professor had happily agreed to change our grade if Aubrey fucked him. I was shocked. Horrified. I was one heartbeat away from going into the office and demanding that he apologize to her, when I started hearing moans.
Startled, I peeked in through the cracked door. My mouth dropped open. The professor was sucking happily on Aubrey’s tits while she had his dick in her hand, slowly jacking him off. Soon, he’d pushed her over his desk. I tried to look away when he flipped her skirt up, pushed her legs apart, and started fucking her. But I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to the live action porn going down in front of me.
Aubrey moaned as he pumped into her hard, and they seemed comfortable with each other. I frowned. It seemed like maybe they’d done this before. Her cries got louder as his thrusts got rougher. He put his hand over her mouth and really started slamming into her. Soon, they were coming, her screams muffled behind his hand. His grunts and moans were stifled but I could hear the ecstasy in his tone. “My God. Your pussy is made of pure gold; do you know that? Best damn pussy on campus.”
My dick was hard as a steel pipe in my pants.
She came out soon afterwards and we walked down the hall together as if nothing had happened. She looked down at my tented pants and giggled. “I’d take care of that if you didn’t have a girlfriend.” She looked up at me with her big, pretty eyes. “Do you want me to take care of it, baby?” she said in a low, sultry voice.
My God, yes. Yes, I definitely did. I shook my head, though. “No. I’ll, uh, call Sadie to come over later.”
For a second, I thought I saw anger flash across her face. Then it was gone and her pretty smile was back. “Want to get a burger or something?”
