Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
She’s already dressed and freshly showered, her hair in a high pony and her mascara surgical. She’s on the phone, probably with her mother, but when she sees me awake she snaps the phone shut and grins. “You live!”
I grunt, burying my face in the pillow. “I barely survived.”
She laughs, plops onto her bed, and then starts lacing her sneakers, her fingers flying with muscle memory. “Me and Pamela are going to Creamery on 8th. You in?” She pauses, then smirks. “You never say no to ice cream for breakfast. It’s your thing.”
I stretch, making a show of yawning. The truth is my mouth tastes like sleep and memory and something sweeter, and I have zero appetite for anything but more of last night.
“Hard pass,” I say. “I want to shower and maybe do some real work for once.”
Andie stops dead, one shoe dangling from her fingers. “Wow. You really are sick. Or in love. Or dying.”
I pull my comforter up, hiding the stickiness in my pajama pants. “Just tired. It was a long day yesterday.”
She studies me, her gaze narrowing the way it does when she’s about to go full therapist. “You never turn down Creamery. Are you sure you’re okay? You look…” She squints. “Different.”
I shrug. “That’s because I am different. I had a life-changing experience yesterday.”
Andie’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” She says it as a joke, but her face gets serious real quick.
I roll my eyes. “Oh my god, Andie. Relax. It’s not that. I just…” I bite my tongue, the words itching in my mouth. “You’re not going to believe me, so I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”
Andie sits on the edge of her bed, leans in, elbows on knees. “You can tell me anything. Unless you killed a guy, in which case, please let me know so I can call in a favor.”
I take a deep breath, then exhale. “The office hours were more than just studying.”
Andie’s eyes go wide.
“Sex?”
I shake my head, and then nod slowly.
“Sort of, yes. I sucked off Professor Thomas yesterday, and it was amazing, Andie. I loved it one hundred percent.”
The words hang in the air, dense and sticky, like the humidity after a summer storm.
Andie blinks once, then twice, then lets out a little gasp. “Really?”
“You heard me.”
She claps a hand over her mouth, then drops it, eyes wide as the full moon. “Holy shit. Oh my god. You did not.” She shakes her head, like maybe the truth will fall out her ears. “You gave a BJ to Liam Thomas? As in, your professor? The one with the bright blue stare and the poetry books?”
“Yes,” I say, and it’s kind of a relief to just let it sit there, messy and alive. It’s good to let out my secret, and I feel lighter already.
She opens her mouth, then closes it, then tries again. “What was it like?”
I bite my lip. “It was amazing. He’s huge. Like, it didn’t even feel real and I could hardly get him into my mouth. I kind of loved it, and he was rough too. He was grabbing my hair and sucking my tits, and then he licked my pussy for me too.”
Andie is silent for a second, staring at the floor like maybe it’ll provide answers. Then she looks up, all her motherly concern summoned in a single blue-eyed stare. “Simone. You know I love you. That’s, like, not just wild, it’s honestly dangerous.”
I shrug. “I know the rules. I just—” I run my hand through my hair, and it snags on a knot, a leftover from yesterday’s manhandling. “I couldn’t help it. He needed me. And I needed him.”
Andie leans back, hugging her knees. “I can’t believe you actually did it. I mean, I’ve been joking all semester, but I didn’t think you’d actually—”
“You’ve been egging me on for weeks,” I cut in. “Every time we talk about him, you’re like, ‘I bet he has a huge cock,’ or, ‘I bet he could destroy you.’ I just proved you right.”
My pretty friend gives a half-laugh, then her mouth goes tight. “But I was kidding, Simone. I didn’t want you to actually get involved with a professor. That’s a recipe for disaster. People get expelled over this shit.”
I roll my eyes. “Nobody’s getting expelled. We were careful and no one even knows what I did, other than you.”
Andie’s voice is low, serious. “Are you sure? Because I’ve heard stories. You remember Becca? She got kicked out for less. There was a whole Title IX thing, and now she’s in community college.”
I frown. “Becca was sleeping with three different guys and one of them was married. That’s not the same. Besides, she was expelled for cheating, not sleeping around.”
Andie throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, there’s a reason people tell you not to fuck your professors.”