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THIRTEEN
Brooke
I sat in the lecture hall near the front and kept peering at the double-doors. Where the hell was he? I thought as the professor looked at me and pointed to her watch.
At the last possible moment, Austin appeared. Many of my classmates pointed at him and whispered amongst themselves as he jogged down the steps.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said. “Practice ran over.”
“It’s fine,” Professor Carrington said. “Carry on, Brooke.”
“Thank you,” I said, standing and walking over to the podium at the front of the room.
Somehow, perhaps due to the marvelous blowjob I’d given him, he had agreed to lie and say he suffered grave injuries to his testicles. I would get extra credit for having him come to class and answer questions. I needed the extra points badly.
“As you all probably know, this is Austin, runningback of our football team. Back in high school, he took a hard hit to his testicles, and they were damaged. After two years of treatments, he’s all better and playing like a star. He’s here to answer any questions you might have.”
I looked out at the other students scattered throughout the room that held three-hundred people. Two of them raised their hands.
“You,” I said, pointing to a woman in front wearing an ugly green sweater.
She stood up, giggling before she even asked her question.
I glanced over at Austin, who shuffled nervously from one foot to the other.
“Does everything still work?” she asked then sat down.
Austin tilted his head back a bit and smiled as he glanced over at me.
“Let’s just say I have no complaints, and hope to have three children someday.”
I pointed to another student whose name I didn’t remember.
“What techniques did you find most helpful for healing?”
“Well, it was a dislocation,” Austin said exactly like I’d coached him. “It was so bad, I had to see a specialist, what I called the ball doctor at my young and tender age.”
The students laughed. I glanced over at the professor and saw her smiling as well.
“What mostly helped was rest, medicine for the pain, and antibiotics.”
Another woman raised her hand. I pointed at her. She stood up.
“Can you show them to us? For science?”
The class cracked up. I looked over and saw a grin on Austin’s face as if he were enjoying all the attention.
“I would, but I’m seeing someone special right now.”
He turned and looked at me for a few seconds before turning back to the other students.
“They’re normal, though. And I have two of them still.”
Everyone laughed again. Ms. Carrington stood up and clapped her hands.
“Okay, class. That’s enough. Let’s give a big thanks to Mr. King for showing up to discuss his sports injury with us.”
I smiled, filled with joy as he bowed. As he walked up the steps to the doors, I watched him, unable to believe he was still interested in me. The rest of the class flew by as I thought about the night before and how I wanted to do it again. All night long maybe.
