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“But?” I ask again, but his word is final.
Taking a card from his jacket and a pen from the car’s console, he scribbles something on it.
“My number,” he says, sounding relieved to have finally remembered to give it to me.
“Call me when you’re done. When you’re on your way to me. I’ll be back by four,” he says again.
“And what if you’re not?” I ask, but he just smiles knowingly, kissing me again.
“Oh I’ll be back,” he assures me, urging me with a look to go now before we waste any more time talking.
My legs shake and I can feel my sex dripping inside my panties, but somehow I make it out of his car and up the stairs to my dorm room.
It’s still pretty empty, not that the few remaining girls even bother to look at me let alone say hi or ask how I am.
Most of them wouldn’t even know me even if I did introduce myself.
Most of them would never believe the day I’m having so far either.
I’m still struggling to make sense of it all as I let myself into my room, surveying the scene and comparing what needs to be done with the reward waiting for me once I’m finished.
Determined now, I start to pack in record time. Cleaning the place like a whirlwind and packing all my things, ready to leave and never come back.
I don’t know how I know to do this. Maybe it’s something in the intensity of Michael’s instructions, in his words to trust him.
Or maybe it’s the pulsing heat between my legs.
The call of something deep inside me that drives me forward.
Whatever it is, as energetically as I set about my task of packing what I’ve put off for so long, I know that he’s right.
Michael Grayson has always been right. And I do trust him, with my life.
And with the life I know he’s about to put inside me.
He doesn’t just want a fling. To get with a graduate in his office on his desk.
He wants me. He wants us.
He wants his baby inside me, I know he does and more than that, maybe even more than he does, so do I.
His baby, our child.
A family of our own.
I thought I’d be watching the clock, checking the time every thirty seconds, but no.
It’s easier to just focus on what I need to do, to get things done so we can both move on to the next part of our lives together. I have no idea what that part is gonna look like but I know Michael has something planned for us both.
Something better than either of us has known until now.
His intense look, dropping me off when we both felt like doing anything but...
Well.
Needless to say, I know he’s got something going on that will work out the best for both of us.
But why tell me to go to him at four, why not come get me?
I want to ask so many questions, to be mad or angry and upset.
But that’s the old me.
The new me. The new us Michael told me about is way better and although it doesn’t make a lot of sense right now, I prefer it over my old life.
It’s not even three o’clock by the time I’m done, and Michael’s office, my old class is only a ten minute walk away really.
With a groan of annoyance, I unpack enough of what I’ve just packed. Enough to have a much needed shower and a change of clothes.
More importantly, a desperately needed change of underwear. My panties are drenched and my bra is almost in tatters after all the manhandling in just one day.
I usually only shower in the shared bathrooms at night, when everyone’s asleep. But with so few girls in the dorm, plus the new and supercharged feeling inside me, I feel the irony of self-confidence on what I also feel is probably my last day on campus.
After four years of hiding in the shadows, and avoiding eye contact with anyone except Zoe, I feel like I’m in a building filled with kids.
Like I’m all grown up all of a sudden.
A woman on her way, getting ready to be with her man.
Not just any man either. Professor Michael Grayson.
I mouth the words to myself in front of a mirror in the bathroom, trembling with excitement and already feeling wet for him.
But I want to be fresh too, and although my whole body is at boiling point, I know touching myself is useless. It’d be a waste.
Not that it could ever feel the same as having his huge muscular frame pressing into me.
Another girl from down the hall even comes into the bathroom, using the stall behind me.
Ordinarily, I’d flinch at best. At worst, I’d rush to hide in the shower cubicle.
But today, and for every day from now on, I know I don’t have to be like that.
