I woke up the next morning to a dead silent apartment, which could only mean that my roommates had hangovers and were still trying to sleep off the night before. After stretching and ensuring that I wasn't suffering from the night before, I found my phone in the pocket of my discarded jeans.
I scrolled past various emails and texts from my family until I came to a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: wanna get dirrty? ;)
Momentarily, I forgot about the events that transpired between my professor and I the night before, but not the little show Kelsey and I put on for a full bar. When the realization hit, I internally cringed. He had to have been drunk. There's no way my professor was sending me dirty messages.
Instead of replying, I decided to busy myself with the reading for Professor Negan's class, hoping to get my mind off of the feel of his rock hard cock against my leg. Before I could even find my pencil, my phone started buzzing with "Unknown" splayed across the screen. It was him.
Taking a deep breath, I slid the answer prompt. "Hello?"
"About time you answered me." A gruff voice replied. Unconsciously, I clenched my thighs together in a futile attempt to stop the wetness from pooling in between them.
"Just woke up." I replied quietly.
"Dreaming of our little encounter last night? I have to admit I had to come home and take care of the problem you caused for me." He sighed. "I don't think that's very fair seeing as though you caused it."
There it was. There was my undoing. I unintentionally let out a small moan, picturing Negan laying in his bed, hand wrapped around his solid member, with me on his mind.
"You like that?" I could hear the smile in his voice. "You like picturing me jerking off to you?"
Unable to form words, I instead let out a small moan and slid down in bed. I allowed myself to get more comfortable before sliding a hand down to provide some much needed friction between my legs.
"What see you doing?" His voice turned gruff again.
"I WAS trying to do some Eliot reading." I mumbled, trying to keep my voice even.
"And now?"
"And now I'm thinking about all of the things I want my sexy Professor to do to me." I mumbled, attempting to divide my attention between keeping my voice even and feeling the sensations my hand was providing me.
"Well why don't I just come over there and do it?" He grunted. I couldn't help but picture him doing dirty things to himself.
"My roommates…" I sighed, not willing to take the risk of them seeing my Professor sneaking in and out of the room.
"Meet me outside in fifteen." He mumbled and hung up. I didn't have time to protest even if I wanted to. Thank God I had shaved the night before. I jumped out of bed and threw on my sexiest bra and panties set that I had and quickly texted him my address.
What ever I was about to do, regardless if I regretted it or not, was about to be something I would never forget.
I know, short chapter, but I wanted to have a liiitle bit of build up before the main event ;) let me know what you guys think and I promise next chapter will deliver