Professor (First Time 2)

I snort and groan as I roll over and prop myself up, looking glumly at her. “Yeah, but if we been caught?”

She rolls her eyes again. “Ellie, its a co-ed dorm, in case you missed all the guys walking around.”

Yeah, that wouldn’t have helped us.

“No, I know that, but he- he couldn’t.”

“He couldn’t what?”

“Nothing,” I say quickly.

Ally frowns suspiciously at me. “What, be here? Who is this guy?”

“He’s- uh.”

He’s twice my age, and my teacher, and so wrong that I can’t stop fantasizing about it.

“He- he’s not student here.”

“And?”

“And nothing,” I say, trying to play it cool.

Ally isn’t buying it, of course.

“Ellie.”

I groan. “Okay! Okay, he’s a little older.”

She grins wickedly. “How older?”

“A lot?”

Her eyes sparkle. “What, like thirty?”

I scrunch my face up. “More like almost forty?”

Ally squeals. “Oh my GOD, girl!” She leans in close, grinning at me conspiratorially. “So…?”

“So?”

“So dish! Is it good?”

I blush bright red and look away and Ally giggles. “Okay, yeah, it’s good isn’t it.” She tickles my arm. “So what’re you so bummed about? So he’s older? Big deal.”

I sigh. “Because…”

Because I’m being passive and weird and I know it’s all just because he’s the first.

“Because I don’t know what we are.”

Ally nods. “Ahah. Well, have you asked him?”

I roll my eyes. “No way.”

“Oh, you let him take your v-card but you can’t ask him to define what you are?”

“Pretty much,” I mumble.