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Logan laughs and is quick to reply.
“We’re glad you could enjoy it.”
I finish putting my laptop back in my bag. She crosses her arms in front of her incredible breasts.
“Looks stressful having to share the stage like that’ll. You both seem to be containing some massive egos.”
I look up from the desk. Her eyes are blazing, and that smirk is still painted on her face.
“Your observational skills are certainly on point.”
She laughs, seemingly satisfied.
After a brief moment of silence, Evelyn leans one of her hips lightly against the desk, brushing my side gently.
“If either of you wanted to get some of that stress out,” she purrs, slipping a piece of paper towards each of us. “Just give me a call.”
Evelyn winks one of her beautiful eyes, then giggles to herself before walking out of the room.
My heart is pounding like a kettle drum in my chest. Logan and I simultaneously look at each other.
I don’t have time for this. Stuffing the rest of my items into my bag, I scurry out, saying nothing to Logan. I feel him walking fast behind me, racing toward his own car to leave.
As soon as I get home, I collapse on the couch. I’m panting as I take out her number, placing it on the coffee table in front of me.
Is she for real? Could this just be some extensive flirt that will get me in trouble?
I move my fingers over the number. My heart is still pounding.
“Fuck.”
Picking up the piece of paper, I put it on the counter next to the garbage can. I need to get some food in me first.
Too irritated to go all the way with a giant meal, I just make myself a sandwich. I eat it over the sink, not realizing how ravenous I actually am, attempting to ignore the dancing sexy thoughts pumping through my mind like hot silk.
When I finish, I walk by the piece of paper. I’m rarely impulsive, but tonight, something comes over me. Something animalistic.
I punch her number into my phone, then text it before I can think twice.
“Evelyn, I think I do need to let some stress out after all. Eight o’clock dinner tomorrow night?”
I place my phone down, waiting for a reply like a teenager. Barely a minute later, it arrives.
“Wow, I didn’t realize you were such a gentleman. I guess you want to feed me before you fuck me, eh?”
Completely stunned, I stare at my phone. My dick is hardening. Who the fuck is this girl?
I text back rapidly.
“I like to think ahead. This better be worth it.”
Waiting for her to reply, I watch the bubbles typing, then see them disappear. My heart sinks.
I’m checking my phone for about an hour before she replies. Until then, I’m considering every obscene scenario — is it a practical joke? Was she hired to get me fired?
The buzz of the phone silences my fears.
“Oh it will be. You can fucking guarantee it.”
We finalize a secluded bar far from campus. I climb into bed and realize that I can’t quite get to sleep. My mind and heart are racing, and I can feel that my dick is as hard as a rock.
I reach down to start stroking myself, but reconsider.
No. I need to wait, wait for that sweet release that this sexy girl is promising me.
Closing my eyes, I try to avoid the pulse coming from my cock, smiling at the possibility of the most exciting sex I’ll ever have.
