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Chapter Eight
Josh
I paced the office in my house and checked my phone for the hundredth time. It had been hours since I emailed Naomi with my phone number, asking to talk. She just ran out of my office after everything that happened and disappeared. She’d literally run so fast from the office that I couldn’t find her in the hallway or outside in front of the building. It was impossible to know what she was thinking after…if she refused to talk to me and that made me insane.
What if she didn’t really want to have sex? What if she felt obligated to just because I’m her professor? I raked my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time, I’d probably pulled all of it out. Sighing heavily, I forced myself to leave my office and walked downstairs to watch tv or something. All I could do was wait for her to get back to me and check my phone like a maniac.
I turned on the tv and flipped sightlessly through the channels for three minutes. Then I realized what I was doing and stopped on the Discovery Channel, then stared at my phone. It was still inanimate on the cushion beside me. Then the screen lit up and my eyes widened when I saw the number wasn’t anyone saved in my phone. I grabbed it.
“Hello?” I stood up, hoping like hell it wasn’t a fucking telemarketer.
“Hey…Josh, it’s Naomi,” she said. Her voice was breathy, nervous. Fleeting relief rolled through me.
“I didn’t think you’d call,” I said, not caring if she heard the relief in my voice.
“I thought you’d be mad that I didn’t call sooner,” she said with a short chuckle. I paced my living area from the patio doors to the wall beside the guest bathroom.
“Why would I be mad? You’re not obligated to call or anything,” I said. “I really want to talk to you though, about what happened in my office,” I said. Naomi sighed and the line shuffled on her end, as if she were in bed or just moved positions. I imagined her in pajamas, maybe she wore short shorts and a tank top or nothing at all. My mind went right back to that office and the feel of being inside her. Her sex had gripped me like a boa-constrictor and I didn’t want to be let go. If we’d been anywhere else with a bit more space I would’ve gotten carried away, I would never have pulled out of her. Even so, I didn’t.
“This is kinda messy,” she said, echoing my thought process then. I turned around and paced back towards the patio doors.
“Having sex in my office on campus, yeah. That’s messy and…dangerous,” I said slowly. I wondered, for about the thousandth time, if she told anyone about what happened.
“Why did you kiss me then?” I sighed and opened the patio door, only to step out into the summer humidity. Somehow, the soupy air settled me a little.
“Because I’m attracted to you and I couldn’t ignore it anymore,” I said honestly. “I tried to hide it, ignore it, and everything else you’re supposed to do to keep your mind off of a crush. But it didn’t work,” I said.
Naomi paused for a minute. I sat down on one of the patio chairs and faced my pool. It was kidney shaped and kind of small, surrounded by flower bushes and palm trees. The only lighting came from the pool’s inset lights. I’d be an idiot to turn on the patio lights so mosquitos could get to me.
“I—that’s incredible,” she said, a clear smile in her voice.
“That I could have a crush on you? Can you think of me as just a guy? So, I’m an older guy, whatever. But imagine me as Josh that you met in a coffee shop and had an intellectual conversation with,” I said.
“Okay…that’s hard but okay,” she said.
“You’re gorgeous and you’re smart as hell and if we had met in a coffee shop, I would’ve asked you out and I would’ve tried to have sex with you on the first date,” I said. That made her laugh and I grinned. Finally, we were breaking the ice a little bit.
“I did the same thing,” she said. “I saw how all the other girls in class were fawning over you and I told myself that I wasn’t going to entertain any type of crush for you,” she said and paused.
“I hope…I know it was weird how I came onto you. Everything about what happened in the office was weird. Did—do you feel any sort of way about it?” I asked.
“I was shocked, that’s why I ran out. But if I didn’t want to have sex with you, I would’ve said no when you asked,” she assured me. “I didn’t know how to talk to you after and I was feeling a little overwhelmed so there was actually a few reasons why I ran out…” she said.
“So when you said that this is messy, does that mean you don’t want to try seeing each other off campus?” I asked. Naomi paused again.
“I—I mean…we can try that, yeah,” she said. “But what does ‘seeing each other’ mean?”
“Fair question,” I said and took a deep breath. Sure, I was attracted to her and I wanted to be with her again but I didn’t want Naomi to expect something that I couldn’t give her.
“It means we go on dates where we won’t be spotted or recognized. It means we have sleep overs, maybe…something with low intensity,” I said. I folded my leg and rested my ankle on my knee. An odd but forgiving breeze blew through the patio.
“By low intensity you mean no strings?” she asked.
“I don’t mind a few,” I said. She paused again.
“I don’t know what that means exactly but I can try a fling…if that’s what you’re saying?” she asked. I didn’t like the idea of a fling. It seemed disposable and Naomi wasn’t someone I’d just throw away.
“Not a fling, something a little more mature than that,” I said. Naomi laughed, the sound was warm and bubbly. My cock twitched.
