I cock my head for another inspection. His cheeky grin has my lips curving upward. “Are you allowed to dance with students?”
He waggles his brows. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Jesus. I can’t tell if that’s corny or cute. His blue eyes have me leaning toward cute. The goal tonight was to find a guy more my age. I’m not sure working out my sexual frustration on my psych professor is any better than lusting after my roommate’s dad. He sways his hips obnoxiously, and I choke out a laugh. “If that’s how you dance, no.”
He grins wide, his white teeth on display, and chuckles. “Right. I wouldn’t either. So, what do ya say? One dance? I won’t keep you out there too long. You probably have lots of homework to get to.”
What a weirdo. I grant him an eye roll, but give him my hand, allowing him to escort me into the sea of gyrating bodies. People pulse around us, forcing us closer. My breasts press against his chest, and my shyness returns, making it hard to keep eye contact. He’s extremely good looking. He smells like aftershave and beer, and his hands gripping my hips send flutters down to my toes. We sway to the music. Letting the rhythm take hold, I spin around and grind into him, my back against his chest, my ass against his swelling cock. His hands ride up my stomach, stopping just below my breasts, then skate back down my sides to grip my hips again, pulling me harder against him. His head tilts forward, allowing his warm breath to skate along my neck. Need vibrates through me. I spin again and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, inhaling more of him. He pulls me snug against his body. I’m two seconds away from asking him to take me back to his place when Hazel ruins it.
“Hey, girl. We gotta head out.” Missing is her easy-going smile.
I pull back, catching her flushed cheeks. “Everything okay? I thought you were with—”
“I was—until—I just don’t feel so hot. Can we go?” She turns her focus to the guy wrapped around me. “Hey…don’t I know you?”
We both laugh, but he allows me to break away from him. “Hazel, this is Jim. Jim, Hazel.”
“Hey, cool, so can we go?” My achy, in-need-of-attention vagina tells her no. But girl code has me telling Jim I’ll see him on Monday.
Hazel is quiet the entire walk home. The moment we get back to our room I ask, “So, what happened back there with the physics guy? He seemed like a nice guy.”
She huffs and throws herself on my bed. “It wasn’t him. It was… nothing. Can we not talk about it?”
I offer her a long stare before I let it go. “Sure.”
“Thanks. Anywho, enough about me! How was the rest of your night? Who was the guy? I swear he looks familiar.”
“Because he is. He’s our psych professor—”
The words are barely off my tongue before she screams and falls off my bed. “What did you just say to me?”
I chuckle, heading to my closet to change into my pajamas. “You heard me. I guess he’s a first-year professor, so he’s still kind of young. Lives off-campus and attends the college parties that don’t affect his job. Asked me if I wanted to dance, and I said yes. I was hoping we would bump privates, but then you broke it up before anything could happen.”
Hazel rolls off the floor with a groan. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry. You should have said something! Did you want to go back? Are your privates mad at me?” We drunk giggle and she sits up, grabbing for her desk chair. “Let’s totally Google him.” She climbs onto her chair and opens her laptop. “What’s my dad still doing up?”
“Huh?” I twist around too fast, dizzying myself, and almost fall back into my closet. I manage to pull my shirt over my head and steady myself.
“My dad. He’s online. I’m calling.”
“Uh…you’re drunk. You sure that’s a good idea?” Before she has the chance to second guess it, her dad pops on the screen.
“Dad! What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” I try to block out his voice, but the moment the tone of his alluring voice hits my eardrums, my legs weaken.
“Hey, baby girl. Shouldn’t I say the same for you?” There’s a short pause. “Hazel, have you been drinking?” His voice drops an octave. He’s not happy his daughter’s clearly drunk.
“Nooo…maybe. Come on, Dad. It’s college. Violet and I just got home from our first college party!”
I don’t realize I’m staring at the screen until his gaze breaks from his daughter to me. His eyes sear through me, and I fall straight back into my fantasy of right and wrong. A warmth pools low in my belly. My nipples harden. My knees weaken, and I fall to the ground out of sight, groaning. I was standing in front of him in my bra—again.
“Hazel, I didn’t send you there to drink. You should both be smarter.” Maybe you should come give me a spanking, I think to myself and chuckle. Okay, maybe I’ve had a little too much to drink.
“We were being smart! I was an angel, and Violet hit it off with our psych professor!” She starts to laugh, and I want to die.
“What do you mean ‘hit it off’? A professor? What kind of party was this?” He says through clenched teeth. His voice is harsh, and I close my eyes, imagining his low growl humming over my sex. “One of you going to answer me?”
“Dad, it’s fine. He was a total gentleman…well, from what I saw. Violet, was he a gentleman? My dad wants to know.”
I want to crawl into a hole. Maybe if I stay quiet, they’ll think I fell asleep and—
“I want an answer, or I’m heading up there first thing—”
I pop up so fast. “Complete gentleman. Offered me a nice dance, and I was ripped away before he could take me home. The end. Goodnight, Mr. Winters!” Why is your dad so fucking hot! My voice cracks at the end, and I fall back down before I make an attempt to lick Hazel’s laptop screen. I grunt in pain because sexual frustration exists.
Hazel wishes her dad a good night, and when he tells her sweet dreams, I allow myself to pretend his tender words are meant for me as I pass out halfway in my closet.
Violet
College and partying are hard. I’m not sure how people juggle both because I spent half my weekend nursing a stupid hangover. Hazel bounced right back, claiming years of drinking her dad’s stash had prepared her for this. I, on the other hand, could barely function. By the time the weekend ends, I finally feel like myself again, and manage to catch up on homework and sleep. What I’m not prepared for is seeing Jim. Or…Professor Wells. Do I call him Professor Wells or just Jim? My head spins with indecisiveness when we walk in. He’s at the front of the lecture hall, writing on the board. I hurry to find Hazel sitting three rows up before he notices me.
“Hey. What’s the deal? You gonna talk to him?”
I toss my bag down, stuffing it under my chair. I didn’t expect my nerves to get so rattled seeing him again. “Will you lower your voice? I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t remember me.” Oh god, how embarrassing would that be? That suggestion dies fast when he faces the class, his eyes searching the room. The moment they land on me, his cheeky smile spreads across his face.