It had taken ten minutes before she moaned long and low from across the line.
My hand had been beating at my meat and the sound of her gratification sent me over the cliff.
I felt the feeling engulf me and knew I was about to blow when…
“Mr. Murphy?”
I was suddenly thrust out of the memory when I realized that my name was being called.
The professor along with the rest of the class was watching me. Some of the other students were even snickering and I wondered how long I had been out of it.
“Are you with us?” the professor said.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry about that.”
I was sure my cheeks were as red as they felt. It didn’t help my embarrassment that my cock was a steel pipe in my pants just then.
“I would to remind you to pay attention in this class, Mr. Murphy.”
He repeated his question to me and luckily, I knew the answer.
The rest of the class went on without incident and I wasn’t caught daydreaming again.
An hour later, everyone else filed out of the room and I immediately picked up my phone and called Hailey.
There was no answer.
I got the same result the next three times that I tried.
Worry began to settle in my gut. I knew how important passing was to Hailey. She wouldn’t miss class unless something was wrong.
I was about to dial Hailey’s number again when the phone rang in my
hand.
The number is not recognized by the device and it is not familiar to me.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Good afternoon Mr. Murphy. I am calling from the campus daycare. I’m so sorry but Noah is sick. Can you come pick him up? We have tried to contact Hailey several times but haven’t been able to reach her, is everything ok?”
“Excuse me?” I was confused and told the other person on the line, “I think you have the wrong number.”
“This is Wyatt Murphy, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Ms. Clarke has you as the emergency contact on Noah’s form.”
“Hailey?”
“Yes,” the woman on the line answered as if talking to a slow child. She gave me directions without asking anything else.
After she hung up I just looked at the phone, my confusion turning to suspicion.
I headed to the campus daycare, a feeling of foreboding making my stomach cramp.
What. The. Fuck.