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Callie rolled over onto her stomach. She had been staring at her anatomy book for an hour now and had yet to comprehend a full sentence. "This is useless," she thought. She slammed her book shut and pushed it to the edge of the bed. Casually stripping off her clothes, she headed into the bathroom. She locked the doors to be sure nobody would walk in, that experience had been awkward before, and hopped under the hot water of the shower. Callie had always done her best thinking there.

Anatomy. I know the body. I know the body better than I know anything. I know the bones the best. Oh god, she moaned, the bones. His bones, specifically one of them.

She felt her hand absent-mindedly slide down her side and dance lightly around her clit. Letting the hot water fall across her tanned back, she pressed harder with her thumb. She gasped gently. Sure, she had touched herself many times in the past, both by herself and with a partner. But this was like nothing she had ever felt. His steel eyes invaded her mind and she found herself using the wall to balance. Her knees nearly collapsed beneath her as she mentally undressed him for the second time today. She let out a final moan and finished off her shower, taking time to scrub until she finally felt clean again.

Ten minutes later, she sat on her bed again. Being too lazy to get dressed, she was only wearing a towel. Her hair rested lightly on her back picking up its natural curl as it dried. She opened up her book again and started where she left off-the second sentence of the first page. A knock on the door made her jump as she crawled off the bed. Shit. While Callie had been showering, Addison had evidently finished her work and was ready to talk. Callie slipped off the bed and hesitated when she got to the door.

"Callie, I've seen you naked before. We lived together for four years. Why the fuck did you lock the bathroom door?" Addison asked as she banged again.

"Uh, sorry," Callie managed to mumble as she pulled open the door. Addison took one look at her and busted out laughed.

"Your face looks like I just caught you on top of someone. Jesus Callie, calm down," Addison remarked. She pulled her thin arms from behind her back and was holding a large glass bottle. "I brought fun with my stories!" she exclaimed, letting herself into Callie's room. "I've got tequila! Here, I'll get the glasses." The red head shoved the bottle at Callie and made her way over to the bookshelf to grab a shot glass. "I say, we take a shot every time we mention a new guy. We could be drunk in the next ten minutes!" Addison whirled at Callie.

"Addie, I haven't finished my reading yet!" Callie whined back at her, silently begging her best friend to leave. But Addison wouldn't give up easily.

"Cal, YOU set the two hour limit. I've been busting my ass to finish this chapter and it's not my fault you wanted to take a shower in the middle of the day! I mean, with how much you were sweating after that special little dream you had, I can understand it, but still. Callie we are getting shitfaced NOW. We don't have anything else to do tonight! Come on woman, it's 6 o'clock, which means it's been an hour since the appropriate drinking time! We're burning daylight here!" Addison grabbed the tequila back from Callie and twisted the cap off. She looked at the shot glass in her hand before rolling her eyes and drinking straight from the bottle.

"Addison, can I at least get dressed please?" Callie begged.

"Fine," Addison scoffed at her. "But hurry, I want to be drunk right now."

The girls spent the next two hours gossiping about their summers and drinking until their bottle was nearly empty. They laughed as they tried to count the exact number of men each had hooked up with in any capacity. Finally, they leaned back against Callie's bed. Callie leaned her head on Addison's shoulder and laughed lightly before allowing the room to be filled with a comfortable silence.

"So Cal, Professor Sloan," Addison said. "Are you going to…act on that impulse?"

Callie sighed to herself. It was all she had been able to think of over the last two hours. What if? What if she did something completely wild and crazy, like sleep with her professor?

"Callie?"

"Oh yeah, sorry," she responded. "No Addie, I wouldn't do that. I can dream, but I wouldn't He's really hot. I mean, the man is like Adonis. This is just a first day thing though. Seriously, I've seen him for a total of two hours. I haven't even spoken to him in private!" Callie nearly screamed.

"When did that ever stop anyone?" Addison giggled. "At least your dreams are hot. I bet he has great post-sex intellectual conversations about human anatomy. OH. Callie, that's a great pick-up line!" she slurred. "'Hey baby, why don't we discover the human body together. I'll learn yours if you'll learn mine!'"

The two burst out in drunken laughter. They laughed until their stomachs hurt and their breath was gone.

They laid on the carpet for a few minutes, just staring at the ceiling. Callie's thoughts again wondered to her professor. I shouldn't. I so shouldn't go there. But he's so…hot. And smart. He's the perfect man. She felt another wave of heat travel down her body and rest in between her legs. Addison needed to go before she imploded.

"Addie, I still have to read," Callie said as she rolled her head to face the red head. She heard a light snore escape Addison's mouth and realized that she had fallen asleep. Callie stood up slowly trying to keep her balance. She gripped onto her bedpost for support until her head cleared. She silently praised her ability to hold her liquor; it was a gift from the Latina gods. She hooked her arms underneath her best friend, also thanking Addison for the fact that she was small enough for Callie to easily lift. Carrying the red head into her own room, Callie placed her on her bed and tucked her in. She walked back to her room and again flopped on the bed. "I'll just take a quick nap. I'll be up before I can even dream, "she told herself confidently and snuggled into her bed.

She's bent over the desk in the front of the room. Her cleavage is hanging out of her lacy tank top, taunting him. He licks his lips and leans in closer. "Callie, do you know how tempting you are? Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he asks. She shoots him a sly smile and picks her papers up off the desk. She straightens up and turns around to pack her things when she feels a body press against her from the back. He throws her papers on the floor and bends her over the desk, quickly doing away with her jeans and lace thong. She's giggling lightly as his hands grab her breasts and massage them while he pushes himself inside of her. He kisses her back and thrusts harder, groping her now and whispering in her ear.

"Come for me Callie," he sings softly as she lets herself go and throws her head back in ecstasy.

"Thank you," she whispers as she pulls on her pants and turns to him. Her hand ghosts down his chest and reaches below, grabbing the crotch of his jeans. She presses her full lips to his and gropes him one more time before collecting her papers and heading out the door.

Callie's eyes flew open. She was soaking wet again, in more than one way. "Fuck," she whispered, feeling herself. Her imagination had officially gotten the best of her.

"What if?" she mused.

What if?