My muscles tighten and my breath hitches, his name falling from my lips before I can stop it as my orgasm consumes me, spreading through me like a wildfire. My body spasms and my head falls back against my pillow as a more aftershocks hit me. I lie there for a couple more minutes until the tremors stop.
I should feel ashamed. I just masturbated while thinking about fucking my professor. How sick is that? But strangely enough, I don’t. I don’t feel ashamed at all.
I’m comforted in the thought that no one will know, it can be my little secret.
I've come to terms with the fact that the closest I'll ever get to him like that is in my dreams, and if they're anything like the one I had last night, then bring it on.
I shower and get dressed before heading out, beginning the long walk to campus.
The thought of seeing Dwight has my stomach doing flips. I know it’s stupid, I feel like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher, which I’m pretty sure every girl has at some point, but it’s more than that. We’ve both lost people we love, which weirdly gives us something in common, not so much as to bond over, but to give comfort in a way, someone to confide in. There’s an understanding between us.
I get this feeling like he’s as lost as I am, only he’s better at hiding it.
“Quinn!” I spin around to find Amy jogging towards me. “Hey, I was gonna grab a coffee before class, you want one?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” I smile before we take off towards the coffee shop a minute away from campus.
The smell of coffee is the first thing that hits me as we enter the shop, the soft sound of chatter filling the air as music plays in the background. Amy and I join the back of the line which has about five people ahead of us, she’s rambling about something I can’t hear as my eyes absentmindedly scan across the room, and my heart stops when I see Dwight sitting at one of the tables by the window, his head bent over a stack of papers that litter the table in front of him. He’s wearing glasses. This is new. The large lenses set in a thick black frame suit him perfectly. He’s also wearing a crisp white button-up with the top two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Jesus, why is it so hot when a guy wears his shirt like that?
I turn to Amy. “Could you order for me? I need to speak to Professor Evans about something.”
“Of course, what do you want?”
“Latte, thanks.” I smile before weaving my way between the tables towards him. “It’s not even eight-thirty and you’re already working.”
He glances up as I reach the table and a flash of something crosses his face, but I can’t put my finger on it. He smiles, pulling off his glasses and brushing away a couple of strands of hair that have fallen over his face. My breath hitches.
“It’s all fun being a professor.”
“I’ll bet.” I laugh. “I uh… just wanted to thank you for yesterday. It was nice to have someone to talk to.”
“That’s what I’m here for, Quinn. I’m happy I could help.”
“Bro!” A voice says behind me, and a smile breaks out on Dwight’s face.
“Friend of yours?” I ask, and he nods.
“You skipped the opportunity to experience my world famous breakfast for this?” His friend nods to the papers on the table. “Dwight, it iswaytoo early for that shit,” he says disapprovingly, dropping into the seat beside him.
“That’s exactly what I said,” I say.
“Then we’d be right. Great minds think alike.” He winks.
“Well, if I want to make a living and keep a roof over my head, it’sshitI have to do.”
Never has a truer word been spoken.
“Here, you left this at home, dumbass,” Logan says, tossing Dwight his phone onto the table. “Good job you told me where you were going.”
“Logan, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is my brother-in-law, Logan,” Dwight introduces.
Logan. This is his wife’s brother he was telling me about.
He’s tall, just a couple inches shorter than Dwight. He’s slightly bigger in build, huge biceps fill out the sleeves of his jacket. He has deep brown hair, and a friendly face, a face that automatically invites you in, a face of someone you can trust.
His eyes widen as if in surprise and a smile breaks out on his face. “Quinn... what a beautiful name.”
