"I love you too," he told me.
I exited the classroom and then the building. What the fuck was I doing? This was crazy! I knew that this had the potential to backfire, but I didn't care. I took out my phone and text Professor Moore my address. After I pressed send, I heard someone call my name. It was Richard! He was leaving the dining hall and jogged over to catch up with me.
"Hey, what happened to us meeting up for lunch?" He asked me. I suddenly felt terrible for dragging him into my bullshit.
"Um sorry about that," I began trying to quickly think up an excuse. "I had to meet with my professor." Richard nodded understandingly.
"Well, what are you doing later?" He asked. I bit my lip uncertainly.
"Richard, I don't want to lead you on. I'm already seeing someone. I'm sorry," I told him. He looked crushed but simply nodded his head.
"It's cool. A pretty girl like you, I knew I couldn't have been your only admirer," he said. I smiled. Richard was really sweet. He deserved better.
"Well I'll see you in class," I said.
"See you."
I sighed as I started walking again. As I trekked up the hill home, I texted Gemma to find out where she was. When she texted me back saying that she was in the apartment I groaned. I was hoping she'd be gone. I entered the apartment building and then went up the steps to our floor. I tried to think of a way to get rid of Gemma as I unlocked the apartment door. When I walked in, she was putting on her jacket.
"Where are you going?" I asked her. She grinned at me.
"On a date," she said smugly. I looked dumbfounded.
"With who?" I demanded.
"With Sharon," she told me. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Gemma's eyes dropped down to my ring. Now it was her jaws turn to drop as she grabbed my hand to get a better look.
"Whoa! Who gave you this bad boy?" She asked.
"A friend," I answered vaguely. Gemma raised an eyebrow skeptically and put her hands on her hips.
"I'm your friend and I'm not buying you diamond rings," she pointed out. Before I could say anything else, her phone began ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the screen, smiling big when she saw who it was. She looked back up at me. "I've gotta go but we'll definitely talk about this later. Hello?" She said answering her phone and opening the door.
"Have fun on your date!" I called after her as she left. I pulled out my phone and called Professor Moore. "Where are you?" I demanded when he answered.
"I'm almost to your building," he answered. I breathed out a sigh of relief. That was a close one. Luckily Professor Moore hadn't run into Gemma because that could've been disastrous. "I'm parking around the corner now," he said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Ok, I'm coming downstairs now," I told him. I left the apartment and ran down the stairs. When I opened the front door of the building and looked out, I saw Professor Moore walking toward me. I smiled and he smiled back. I held the door open for him and he followed me inside and up the stairs to my apartment. As we walked inside the apartment, I hoped that he wouldn't recognize anything from those pictures I had sent him. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out of the living room as fast as I could but I couldn't stop him from looking around.
"Let's go to my room before my roommate gets back," I told him. He let me drag him into my bedroom and I shut the door behind us. When he started looking around my room, I blushed. "Sorry it's a mess in here, I wasn't expecting to have company," I told him. He smiled at me reassuringly and took off his jacket.
Professor Moore looked curious and that worried me. If curiosity killed the cat, I was the cat. I couldn't afford to have him looking around and looking too closely at things. I walked up to him and kissed him, pushing him down onto my bed and straddling him. I didn't waste any time pulling his dick out and moving my panties to the side. I was already wet so he just slid right in gasping as I sighed.
"Fuck," he said long and slow. I smiled and rode him just as slow, grinding my hips on him as he smacked my ass. I leaned forward and kissed him. Our tongues danced with our eyes locked. I felt like I was on a cloud. This was the first time we ever had sex in a bed. I bounced up and down on his dick making my ass jiggle. When he smacked it, I bit my lip and bounced faster. He was loving it. He let his head lean back into the pillows and I wrapped my hand around his neck, choking him. I leaned forward and licked his Adam's apple. Professor Moore grabbed me by the hips, pumping himself in and out of me harder and faster. I pulled my shirt off and then my bra, letting my breasts bounce to the beat. Professor Moore grabbed me around the neck and choked me while he spanked me. He slid his thumb in my mouth for me to suck as I began to come. I came hard and fast. As I came, he quickly flipped me over and took me from the back. Professor Moore pounded into me. I arched my back, throwing my ass back at him. He spanked me hard then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. The headboard was slapping the wall in rhythm with his strokes. We were loud, but I was still able to hear the front door open.
Gemma was back already?! I thought incredulously. And from the sound of it, she wasn't alone! My heart skipped a beat. I was barely aware of Professor Moore coming loud and hard inside of me. I laid down when he collapsed beside me. He was asleep on impact. I was barely breathing as I listened to every sound. I could hear Gemma and Sharon talking in the kitchen. My heart was pounding. Professor Moore started snoring softly beside me. All I could think was how crazy this all was. How did I possibly think that I could get away with this?! I was tired, but I wasn't stupid. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to my door, locking it. Just in case, I thought. Gemma never came into my room without knocking but I wasn't taking any chances. I returned to bed and lie on my stomach, trying to calm down. I listened for Gemma and Sharon and heard them go into Gemma's room. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. I feared that I might have a heart attack and die. Soon I heard moaning. They were fucking! I laughed quietly to myself. This was fucking insane! I pulled the covers from under Professor Moore and covered us with them before snuggling up to him. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight. I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that everything would be alright so that I could go to sleep. I slipped into a dreamless sleep. I didn't wake up until I felt Professor Moore moving beside me. I opened my eyes. He was sitting up at the end of the bed, reaching for his boxers. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I need to use the bathroom," he told me.
All I could say was, "oh." He put on his boxers and stood up. Then turned around to look at me.
"Is your roommate back?" He asked me. I nodded. "I'll be quick." I swallowed. My stomach started to hurt as he walked towards the locked door. "Which way is the bathroom?" He asked me. I pointed to the right. He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. He tried to open it, then realized it was locked. It took him a few moments to get it unlocked but he did.
"I love you!" I exclaimed before he left the room. He turned to look at me and smiled, then he walked over to the bed and kissed me.
"I love you too," He told. "I'll be right back." He opened the door and walked out, leaving it cracked behind him. I heard the bathroom door open and close. I laid back in the pillows and stared at the ceiling. Then I heard another door open. Gemma's! My eyes darted to my cracked door. I saw mother fucking Sharon walk past! I began having a mini panic attack. She knocked on the bathroom door. Professor Moore called out "just a minute!" She didn't walk back past. She must've been waiting in the kitchen. My mind was racing. I tried to come up with a plan for damage control but I was drawing a blank. I couldn't think. Every moment that passed, felt like a lifetime. I heard the bathroom door open and Professor Moore finally walked back into my room, closing the door behind him. Relief washed over me and I could finally breathe easy. This was exhausting. I sat up and looked at Professor Moore.