Sleep With My Professor

He murmured, "Ooh," while pouting his lips. Well, aren't you fortunate.

I shrugged and replied, "They love to sniff and bite, but in a fun way. My dick was off limits to them, and I wouldn't have allowed them do anything more than touch me. They would have attempted to fuck if I had let them in there, and I was still finding out how I felt about males and sex in general.

I returned home on my motorcycle after stopping at a nearby liquor shop to buy a few bottles of alcohol.

The party had already started when I returned to the frat home. Considering all the parties we had throughout the years, it was surprisingly low-key. That was mostly caused by the school hitting us hard.

I pulled up to the garage and parked before exiting with the tiny crate of booze bottles. Applause followed, raising them far over my head. At the sight of the booze, they applauded.

Jordan, the fraternity president, was standing guard at the entrance when I gave him the package. "I'm going to change and come down in a minute."

Is that sparkle?

I shook my head and rubbed the back of my fingers across my face. Most likely, sweat. You desire some? I scoffed while clutching my bag.

On my walk around the house, many inebriated people stopped me and demanded to chat. They spoke in a slurred manner and made lofty declarations, but I needed to go store this things and take a shower. The Manor had a limit to how much the makeup wipes could do.

I walked into my room and heard someone say, "Ash."

I refused to allow anybody else to move into the shared room that was meant to be in my room when the man backed out. I had a tiny double bed made by combining the two single beds.

I said, "Spencer," and turned on the light. I questioned, "What are you doing?" "Wait-wait. What are you doing outside at night?

He sprang from my bed and said, "I was waiting for you." He closed the bedroom door by pushing me up against it. "You have avoided me. It also aches. What would you do, for instance, if I just stopped avoiding you?

Right now, I wasn't in the mood to entertain this lunacy. "You're dating someone. I won't assist you in your affair with her. I'd be happy to speak with you if you split up, however. Weird things were going on between us. I was a member of the swimming team, as was Spencer. He was young. Before Spencer, I had only ever been with females, so he made the first move. When Spencer came out as bisexual, I just found out that he had been hooking up with any hidden bi or gay males on school for more than a year. And then right away-I was still trying to figure out how-he got himself a girlfriend. Even though the timing seemed odd, I decided not to pass too harsh judgment on him.

"Sadie and I were hooking up for a very long time," he said. "Since we're almost certainly going to end up together, I made the approach. It's not like she is unaware of my bisexuality. She even inquired about threesomes. I am aware that she is okay with my looking at males.

I informed him, slipping my backpack from my shoulders, "Yeah, well, I'm not interested in you and Sadie." "At this time, I'm not interested in you." I was only interested in one guy, and I detested the idea of wanting anything to do with him. Tonight when I saw the rage in his eyes, it really hit me, but when I looked back at Spencer, I felt nothing. "Sorry. When Emmett arrived, a lot of males came out, so maybe look for someone else.

He moved backward. "Are you serious at this moment?"

Deadly grave. I may put up an act that I don't care, but when it counts, I do. You must thus leave my room.

Spencer furrowed his brows and pouted. But, he said, "what if I moved into your room?" "You once suggested that,"

Spence, you're not understanding. No, we can't.

I never considered myself to be someone who could bother others while also upsetting them. However, offending someone to the point of crying wasn't who I was. I was the light relief; I was the joke that tickled your funny bone and made you squirm inside.

"You decided that," I said to him. And I really hope you'll respect that. I spoke in a more solemn tone.

He gave a nod. At least he recognized it. But I wasn't sure whether he really understood it or if he was just acting as if he did since that's what I wanted.

He exited my room as I walked away from the doorway.

The doors were unlocked, but I had a little wood wedge that I could kick under the bottom of the door to keep it closed.

I reclined on the bed and looked up at the ceiling as the low vibrating throb of dance and techno music echoed throughout the home.

I removed a little amount of the glitter residue from my skin by rubbing a hand over my face. I had to get much better at washing my face before returning. Glitter was in everything these days, so nobody would really object, and I had probably used glitter in over a hundred practical jokes at this point. Jokes were a highlight of the day. The clean-up wasn't happening, but today's sprinkler was.