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“No, fuck off.” He laughs. “This was in a package. I carry it around, for work stuff.”
“Thanks. I guess having seeds in your teeth doesn’t make a good impression.”
“They’re not usually looking at my teeth, but yeah, I guess not.”
I stand up and pull my bag over my crotch, covering my half-hard dick, and make my way to the bathroom. Holding my nose, I quickly get the seed from my teeth.
“Careful. Explosive bombs going off in here,” the man calls out from the stall, and I toss the flosser into the trash and jog out of the restroom, nearly bumping into Everly in the process.
“Do not go in there. A biohazard.”
“Yeah? Still?”
“Yes. You need a hazmat suit to enter.”
Everly chuckles and then nods toward the door. “Let’s go get some fresh air then.”
We walk out, passing some students mingling on the sidewalk, and I stand a little straighter while moving away from Everly, so no one gets the wrong impression.
The last thing I need is the dean asking me about this. I don’t want to be accused of having an inappropriate relationship with my TA.
Even though I kind of am. But then again, professors are allowed to go out to lunch or dinner with students. There’s nothing wrong with that.
I’ve done nothing wrong.
Except continuing to get hard in his presence and letting him stick his tongue in my mouth.
But I just reason it away by saying that it won’t happen again. Despite knowing it will.
There’s a ninety-nine percent chance it will.
I have no self-preservation and very little strength to resist him, it seems.
Chapter Five
Everly
Idefinitely know I shouldn’t tempt him. I’ve been playing with fire, toeing the line of professionalism a little too closely. Well, let’s be honest here. I’ve stepped over that damn line a few times. But I didn’t hear Dr. Sinclair protesting. He opened his mouth and let me stick my tongue right inside. He didn’t even hesitate.
And I don’t regret it. He tasted amazing, felt amazing. He’s just so hot.
I told you, I have a little bit of an obsession with this guy.
Which is why I’m wearing a gold and black jockstrap under my jeans today.
I bought it just for him.
Technically, I don’t have any official plans to meet with Dr. Sinclair today, but I do plan on stopping by his office. A surprise of sorts. Something a TA would totally do.
This is just business. With a side of pleasure.
I grin to myself as I make my way toward his building. I don’t know if he’ll even be there, but it’s worth a shot. I really would like to get his opinion on my newest purchase. It’s of utmost importance.
Earlier, I sat in my dilapidated apartment, staring at the ceiling which looks as if it will cave in with the next big storm, and contemplated if this thing I’m playing at with Dr. Sinclair is a smart idea. My roommates were gone, and I was eating a stale bagel with questionable cream cheese and really pondering it. I came to the conclusion that I really have nothing to lose at this point. It really can’t get much worse than it is.
Growing up, my dad did the best he could as a single parent, and honestly, he’s still doing an amazing job, but as a blue-collar worker traveling and living in a small trailer most of the year, there isn’t much he can do to help me financially. Hence, the rundown apartment and multiple roommates I currently have.
I shake my head, dislodging the negative thoughts. It’s all looking up. I’ve almost graduated, and pretty soon I’ll have a nice place all of my own. Well, maybe not nice, but at least it won’t be caving in.