as close as we were. “This feeling is not something I’m remotely familiar with, but I think I’m… jealous .”
Her words echoed through my thoughts all afternoon. Into the evening. Into my dreams.
She had said it almost in wonder. Like she couldn’t believe it herself. Like it was completely foreign.
I don’t understand it… I think I’m jealous…
Whispered with sheer bewilderment.
After her confession, she quietly rose and left the classroom leaving me stunned in her wake.
Aside from the occasional awkward moment in class, I had thought it was just me. The tension and the fierce yearning was solely due to my preoccupation with her because I couldn’t have her. She was off limits, so it wasn’t just that I wanted to fuck her. I did want to fuck her. Holy hell , I wanted to fuck her really, really badly. Granted, I wasn’t exactly picky when I came to places to stick my cock. I just never really wanted someone I couldn’t have.
But that little glimpse into her mind—that little confession—sorta caught me off guard. Her admission told me she was jealous of other chicks I slept with. That she thought about me. That she wanted me. That she liked me.
Which forced me to be honest with myself and admit that I actually liked her , too.
Fucking cheesy, I know.
It was just that she’d been so at ease with Felicity, Ilsa, and Raven at yoga that day, at least up until she saw me standing there. Almost like she fit so well in the group. Like she belonged.
And, even though it was total juvenile, prepubescent, junior high crush type shit, I actually kinda liked seeing her light and warm smile. Thinking back over the weeks of class that faded into one another, I realized I liked seeing the glint in her eye if I subtly teased her. Or the totally fake dirty look she’d shoot me as she tried not to show her amusement.
I tried not to focus on the way she chewed tenderly on her straw. Thinking about those soft lips and the sweet swipe of her tongue was murder on my balls.
And there was the way she’d finally get tired of her classmates randomly chancing guesses to a question I’d asked. She’d murmur the correct answer, almost under her breath. I was so tuned into her, though, that I’d hear it every time.
“Very good, Miss Hartmann,” I’d say in an attempt to stay professional.
“Thank you, Professor,” she’d quietly respond likewise.
Yet it gave me a raging boner every time. Fucking hell , I was getting a stiffy just thinking about it.
As I had done day after day from the start of the semester, I pushed it all to the back of my mind. I packed up the rest of my things and headed to Ophir, refusing to give those thoughts any credence. I didn’t want to think of her any differently than my other students.
But I did.
Oh, fuck yes, I did.
That night, she filtered into my dreams once again. I was out back of the Copperline, Ruth bent over the hood of a car while I nailed her from behind. Halfway through it, she straightened, her arm curling around my neck as she twisted to kiss me.
But it wasn’t Ruth anymore. Those blue eyes had become brown. The shadows dancing across the dark lot flicked over her face, revealing Rain.
“Fuck me, Professor,” she whispered.
I jolted awake, my dick throbbing in my hand. Desperate to relieve the burning ache, I closed my eyes, stroked my length, and thought of her as I came in the darkness.
The next few days were relatively uneventful.
Class.
Pretending I didn’t know Rain in another life.
Rain pretending she didn’t know me in another life either.
As though she hadn’t told me she was jealous.
Like she had any reason to be. We had fucked. Weeks ago. Once. Really fucking well, but still only once. We both knew that was it. We both had lives to lead that meant we couldn’t fuck again. It would be detrimental to the both of us.
By Friday, I’d grown a little irritable about the whole thing. What right did she
Her words echoed through my thoughts all afternoon. Into the evening. Into my dreams.
She had said it almost in wonder. Like she couldn’t believe it herself. Like it was completely foreign.
I don’t understand it… I think I’m jealous…
Whispered with sheer bewilderment.
After her confession, she quietly rose and left the classroom leaving me stunned in her wake.
Aside from the occasional awkward moment in class, I had thought it was just me. The tension and the fierce yearning was solely due to my preoccupation with her because I couldn’t have her. She was off limits, so it wasn’t just that I wanted to fuck her. I did want to fuck her. Holy hell , I wanted to fuck her really, really badly. Granted, I wasn’t exactly picky when I came to places to stick my cock. I just never really wanted someone I couldn’t have.
But that little glimpse into her mind—that little confession—sorta caught me off guard. Her admission told me she was jealous of other chicks I slept with. That she thought about me. That she wanted me. That she liked me.
Which forced me to be honest with myself and admit that I actually liked her , too.
Fucking cheesy, I know.
It was just that she’d been so at ease with Felicity, Ilsa, and Raven at yoga that day, at least up until she saw me standing there. Almost like she fit so well in the group. Like she belonged.
And, even though it was total juvenile, prepubescent, junior high crush type shit, I actually kinda liked seeing her light and warm smile. Thinking back over the weeks of class that faded into one another, I realized I liked seeing the glint in her eye if I subtly teased her. Or the totally fake dirty look she’d shoot me as she tried not to show her amusement.
I tried not to focus on the way she chewed tenderly on her straw. Thinking about those soft lips and the sweet swipe of her tongue was murder on my balls.
And there was the way she’d finally get tired of her classmates randomly chancing guesses to a question I’d asked. She’d murmur the correct answer, almost under her breath. I was so tuned into her, though, that I’d hear it every time.
“Very good, Miss Hartmann,” I’d say in an attempt to stay professional.
“Thank you, Professor,” she’d quietly respond likewise.
Yet it gave me a raging boner every time. Fucking hell , I was getting a stiffy just thinking about it.
As I had done day after day from the start of the semester, I pushed it all to the back of my mind. I packed up the rest of my things and headed to Ophir, refusing to give those thoughts any credence. I didn’t want to think of her any differently than my other students.
But I did.
Oh, fuck yes, I did.
That night, she filtered into my dreams once again. I was out back of the Copperline, Ruth bent over the hood of a car while I nailed her from behind. Halfway through it, she straightened, her arm curling around my neck as she twisted to kiss me.
But it wasn’t Ruth anymore. Those blue eyes had become brown. The shadows dancing across the dark lot flicked over her face, revealing Rain.
“Fuck me, Professor,” she whispered.
I jolted awake, my dick throbbing in my hand. Desperate to relieve the burning ache, I closed my eyes, stroked my length, and thought of her as I came in the darkness.
The next few days were relatively uneventful.
Class.
Pretending I didn’t know Rain in another life.
Rain pretending she didn’t know me in another life either.
As though she hadn’t told me she was jealous.
Like she had any reason to be. We had fucked. Weeks ago. Once. Really fucking well, but still only once. We both knew that was it. We both had lives to lead that meant we couldn’t fuck again. It would be detrimental to the both of us.
By Friday, I’d grown a little irritable about the whole thing. What right did she
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