First Semester (A Campus Tales Story Book 1)

by Q. B. Tyler

  I stare up into the crowd of the sixty students in my Social Justice 101 lecture, trying my best to keep my eyes off of one student in particular. I thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having Skyler in my class, but it’s become my own personal hell. When she’s not teasing the fuck out of me, she’s blowing me away with her insight. I thought maybe she’d lie low and avoid speaking in class, but nope, she has an answer for fucking everything, and they are always well thought out and concise. Frankly, I don’t know if the teasing or her arguments make me harder.

  “Now, not to sound like anyone’s Dad,” I hear a few groans and even more chuckles, “but I know it’s Halloween this weekend, and I just want to make sure everyone is safe. So… yeah,” I laugh, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do? Which isn’t much. But…just don’t get yourselves thrown in jail or die. Sound good?” Everyone laughs and I snap my fingers. “Oh, I have your papers.” And I grin, knowing that they were hoping that they could get by without having to see some of their terrible grades.

  Truly, some of these papers were garbage.

  “I will allow rewrites,” I continue. “Just shoot me an email and we can talk about it. My door is open.” I begin dropping their papers on their desks, and a smile finds my lips when I smell the familiar perfume swirling around me as I approach Skyler. I shoot her a smile and she returns it. I set her paper in front of her before moving on to the rest of the class. Once I’m finished, I move to the front of the room. “Everyone enjoy your weekend, and I’ll see you Monday.” I watch as the students get up and begin to file their way out of the classroom. Most of the girls that usually stay and flirt with me at the end of class have already left, making me wonder if Halloween festivities kick off earlier than when I was in college.

  I try to ignore her, but I see one student still planted firmly in her seat, staring down at her paper and I already know what’s coming; I can feel the tension radiating off of her. I know her body better than she does and she. is. pissed. I try to stifle the chuckle as she waits for the entire class to file out before she looks up at me and gives me a look that could kill. I’m not sure what she’s going to do, but I’m prepared for just about everything as she stomps over to my desk.

  “What the fuck is this, Aidan?” she growls at me and I steeple my fingers under my chin.

  “Excuse me, Miss Mitchell? Is that any way to talk to your professor?”

  “Oh, pardon. What the fuck is this, Doctor Reed?” she sasses, and I can tell that she’s not in the mood. I’m going to enjoy fucking with her just a little longer.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong?! Cut the shit, this isn’t funny. In what world does this paper deserve an F? I’ve never even gotten an F before.” She opens her paper past the cover page. “What is this anyway? My theory was unresearched? Aidan, you asked for twelve sources, I gave you twenty, what the fuck more research do you want?”

  “Language, Miss Mitchell.” I don’t know how she hasn’t been able to tell that I was just messing with her, that her real paper is tucked in my briefcase. I had actually thought her paper was brilliant and by far the best in the class.

  “Really?” She stomps her foot. “Change my fucking grade, right now, or I’m never blowing you again.”

  “Wow. That is a big threat.” I chuckle. “But really, I have to give you the grade I think you deserve.”

  “You can’t be serious!” she shrieks and slams her hand down on my desk. “This is bullshit!”

  I chuckle, knowing that she’s probably meeting Peyton for lunch so I need to wrap this up before she storms out of here and remains mad at me for the rest of the day. “Skyler,” I stand up. “The F stands for fuck. As in, I cannot wait to fuck you all over every surface of my apartment later.”

  “You better not bring your dick anywhere near me if you want it to remain attached to your damn body.”

  I wince and shield my balls that almost jump back up for protection. “Ouch, Sky. Is that any way to talk to the man that made you come four times last night? And twice this morning?”

  She takes a step back and frowns. “I’m mad at you, don’t try and seduce me.”

  “Baby,” I chuckle, “this isn’t your real paper.” I shake my head before reaching into my briefcase. “This is your real paper.” I watch as she looks at the new paper and the bright red A on the front page. “You might be the best sex of my life but you’re also the brightest student I’ve ever encountered. Your paper was phenomenal, Skyler.”

  Her eyes flit up to mine and a smile plays at her lips. “Really?” Her eyes are bright and full of wonder, and for the first time in a while I’m reminded of her age.

  She’s nineteen. I’m thirty-two.

  It doesn’t seem like a huge difference, and maybe one day it wouldn’t be, but right now it feels huge.

  One day.

  The words blare in my head like a neon light.

  I swallow and shake the wayward thoughts, knowing that nothing is going to keep me from her, especially not our age gap.

  “Really. If I thought I could keep my hands off of you long enough for us to get any work done, I’d hire you as a research assistant.” She smiles brightly and I shake my head. “No, Skyler.”

  “Fine,” she grumbles. “But no one from your fan club either.”

  “My fan club?”

  “You know who. The group of girls that swarm you after every class and beg for your attention.” She puts both of her papers in her bag and hoists it over her shoulder.

  “Hmmm, so are you the president of this fan club?”

  “Ugh.” She scoffs. “I am not in your fan club.”

  “You’re not? You’re not a fan of me?” I try my best to look affronted. “You’re certainly a fan of my dick.”

  She snorts and rolls her eyes. “Sometimes I forget you’re not my age, you know that?”

  I laugh and we fall into step as we leave my classroom. “Are you meeting Peyton? Can I walk you to the quad?”

  “Yes, please.” And I’m pleased with how giddy she gets just by offering to walk with her. It isn’t something we can do every day, and we can’t hold hands or be affectionate, but we can talk and be in each other’s company, and it thrills us both. We are almost out of the law building when I hear my name being called. I turn around to see the dean of the school, Doctor Hendricks coming towards us. “Miss Mitchell, we can discuss your paper another time.”

  “Of course, Doctor Reed. Thank you again.” She nods in understanding.

  “I’ll see you on Monday,” I tell her before she waves at me and turns to jog down the stairs. It takes everything out of me to pull my gaze from her and not watch her until she disappears out of sight, but I remember I have an audience. “Doctor Hendricks, how’s it going, sir?”

  “Well, thank you. How are you settling in?”

  “Great. It seems all my students like me.”

  “Mmmhmm, I’ll bet.” Doctor Hendricks is old enough to be my father, with white hair that he always keeps slicked down. He wears tweed suits with pocket squares and bow ties and everything about him screams cliché, down to his loafers. A handlebar mustache that matches his hair sits proudly on his upper lip and sometimes he even twirls it as if he’s in a movie. He’d be comical if he weren’t such a fucking nuisance. “Walk with me, son.”

  I walk next to him and I can see he’s struggling with how to start. “Some of the other professors are just a bit—concerned with how casual you are with your students.”

  “Casual?”

  “Yes. They’ve seen that you have quite a large following, typically congregated outside of your door during your office hours. They also stay after class. A group of the…female persuasion lined up to talk to you about…”

  “The class?”

  He looks at me. “Don’t be daft, now.”

  “I don’t know what you’re implying, Joe.” Whatever it is, I could go to HR with it.

  Careful now, Aidan. What he’s implying, is what you ARE act
ually doing.

  “I’m not the enemy here. I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble. We’ve had young professors before. Tale as old as time, son. Young professor. Students. The line becomes blurry, yadda yadda yadda.” He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “I just don’t want you to get into trouble. Engaging with a student in an inappropriate manner is grounds for immediate dismissal. God, and the scandal it would cause. I just want you to make sure that you are keeping the lines clear with all students.”

  My heart pounds harder for a few beats, but I manage to get it under control as I reassure myself that Skyler and I aren’t going to get caught. We have a system and we stick to it. “Dr. Hendricks, I can assure you, all of my students know where that line is. I’ve never given anyone any indication otherwise.”

  I hear the qualifications in my lie even as I speak them. I met Skyler before she was a student. And she knows exactly where that line is.

  We can’t fuck in my office.

  We can’t kiss in class.

  And she can’t take her tests while sitting in my lap.

  Other than that, I gave her free reign of “the line.”

  “Well, that’s good to know, son. I would hate for you to allow your hormones to jeopardize your future here at Camden Graf.”

  I bite my tongue, resisting the urge to tell him where he could stick his unsolicited and somewhat offensive advice. Do I seem like the guy that would get himself wrapped up in some shit like that?

  Regardless of the fact that I am that guy, do I seem like I need this lecture?

  I spot Skyler immediately on the quad, my eyes trained to find her in any crowd. I hang back, mulling over Doctor Hendrick’s words. Skyler and I rarely have any interaction on campus that could be considered flirting.

  Unless someone knows about one of those private sessions we had in my office.

  Or the stairwell.

  Or happened to see us that night I dragged her from that club, her body clinging to mine, and her lips pressed to my neck.

  Fuck. We weren’t being safe at all.

  And yet here I am, standing in front of Skyler’s table, her warm brown eyes staring up at me like I’ve hung the moon. “Doctor Reed.”

  I hear a giggle from somewhere in my periphery, no doubt belonging to Peyton, but all I can see is my gorgeous girl—naked. “Miss Mitchell.” I nod at her before giving Peyton a warm smile. “Miss White.”

  “Boston Hottie.” She nods politely and I can’t escape the chuckle that leaves my lips at her nickname.

  “Miss Mitchell, I apologize for the interruption earlier. Did you still have some questions about your paper?”

  She grins before screwing the cap back on her water bottle. “I do, actually. Maybe we should go to my apartment and go over them? I’d really like the chance to improve my grade.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her before looking at Peyton who’s staring at us with a devilish smirk. “Go! I own you tonight or tomorrow, Mitchell. It’s Halloweekend!” I frown slightly in response to her words.

  I suppose walking Skyler to her car is probably not the best idea, but I’m curious what Peyton meant by owning my girlfriend tonight. I’m guessing I won’t be spending the night inside her like I hoped?

  It’s Halloween, dick. She wants to go out and have fun with her friends. See, this is why thirty year old’s shouldn’t date college students. You’re in completely different phases of life.

  I try to ignore the annoying thoughts. We pass building after building as we make our way off campus. I look down, staring at the leaves littering the ground that let us know fall is in full swing. “Are you walking me to my car?” Her finger brushes against mine and for a minute my heart lurches in my chest wondering if she’s going to slip her hand inside.

  “Yes,” I tell her. I’m still facing forward and I slide my sunglasses on trying to look as professional as possible.

  “You sure that’s a good idea?”

  “I parked in the same lot.” A wide smile finds her lips and it almost makes me forget that I have questions about her plans for later. “You’re going out with Peyton, I assume?”

  “Oh. Yes. Well, I was thinking about it.” She fidgets with her hands before looking up at me. “Are you mad about that?”

  “Why would I be mad? You’re young and in college. You should be going out and enjoying yourself.”

  “I wish I could enjoy myself with you.”

  “Well, that’s not in the cards for us right now. Doctor Hendricks wanted to make sure that I’m keeping everything professional with my students.”

  “Ah,” she says. “What did you say?” She’s not looking at me either, allowing me a glimpse of her profile when I cock my head towards her. My eyes trail over her slim neck adorned with a gold chain and infinity charm that she never takes off, even when she sleeps or showers. They trail up to her plump lips that are in a perpetual pout and accentuated on the days she wears red lipstick. Like today. Then to her perfectly sculpted nose, and those expressive eyes that control every feeling I have, emphasized by long eyelashes. She turns to look at me and I snap out of my trance.

  “What do you think? That I’m sleeping with my student and I have no intentions of stopping? That I spend half my class willing my dick down and not picturing her on her knees in front of me?”

  She giggles and there’s a slight pep in her step. “Is that foreshadowing? My mouth on your dick?”

  I shoot her a salacious grin. “What do you think?

  Twenty minutes and three circles around her building later—so that we don’t show up at the exact same time—I’m walking through Skyler’s door to the sound of running water. I don’t think twice before shedding my clothes and joining her, my dick leading me through her apartment. We’ve showered together more times than we’ve showered apart at my place, but we’ve never christened her bathroom. I open the door and the steam and smell of her coconut shampoo surrounds me the second I step inside. “Sky?”

  “I’ll be out in one sec! I just wanted to shower.” She peeks her head out and must not notice that I’m naked and moving towards her. I push the curtains back causing her to jump. “Aidan!” she squeals, and I smile as I notice the razor in her hand. “Can you let me shower in peace?” She reaches for the curtain, and I ignore her by stepping into the shower.

  “No. Let me help.”

  “There’s not enough room for you in here!” She pushes me slightly but I hold my ground. She furrows her brow at me as I reach for the pink razor in her hand and pulls it back. “Nuh uh. Go away. You’re not about to kink up my shower. I literally just wanted to shave and wash my hair.”

  “What are you shaving?” I look down her body, wondering if I’ve already missed the part of the show I want to see.

  She huffs, though I know she’s not going to put up much of a fight. Skyler loves my kink. “My legs, do you mind?”

  “Not at all, continue.”

  “You want to watch me shave my legs?”

  “That’s not all I want to watch.” I grin and raise my eyebrows hoping she’ll get the message. “Can I help?”

  She swallows and looks down at her legs, then back up at me. “You want to shave my legs?”

  I see her resolve weakening so I grab the razor from her before she could change her mind about letting her professor shave her legs. I’m on my knees in front of her before she can protest, rubbing her shea butter shaving cream into her right leg. I glide the razor up her leg and over her knee, applying just the right amount of pressure to collect the stray hairs without nicking her. I tighten my grip on the back of her thigh, my fingers rubbing the area where her thigh meets the delicious curve of her ass. I look up to find her lips trapped between her teeth as she looks down at me. “I—I thought I was supposed to be on my knees in front of you,” she says.

  “Slight change of plans.”

  I repeat the same with the other leg before rinsing the cream and trailing kisses over the smooth skin. “You have the sexiest legs, Sky
ler. Fuck.” I growl as I bare my teeth and graze her kneecap.

  I move my lips up her legs suckling the skin of her inner thigh and she lifts her leg slightly knowing what I want and also telling me what she wants. Her leg slides over my shoulder opening her completely up to me, and I want to dive face first into her wet cunt that I know has nothing to do with the water from the shower. I spread the lips of her sex, rubbing my fingers over them.

  “Just checking to see if my assistance is needed here as well.”

  Her breath hitches and although the water is still hot, I have a feeling that the reddening of her cheeks has nothing to do with the temperature. I see a few hairs that have grown in, outside of that sexy landing strip she has. “I’m going to eat your pussy till you scream.” I tug on a patch of her pubic hair gently. “This is so fucking sexy. I had no idea how much it turned me on until you.” I run the blade gently on both sides and the top of her mound before placing it on the side of the tub. My hands wrap around her slim waist, gripping her ass hard as I spear her opening with my tongue.

  “Ah!” she cries out as I flick my tongue against her clit. I look up to see her head thrown back against the tile, her eyes squeezed together. “Oh God, Aidan!” She moves her hips in time with my mouth letting me know she’s already close. Goosebumps appear on her skin and I can feel her foot flexing against my back. Her sex quivers around me before clenching and I know that means her orgasm is about to hit her, now.

  She screams out her orgasm, calling my name and God, or maybe she was calling me God. But when she finishes she pulls me to stand. “Aidan.” She grabs a hold of my dick and pumps it a few times. “Il tuo corpo è caldo.” Your body is hot, she says and my cock twitches hearing her speak Italian while her hands are on it. I tower over her, my dick tapping the area just above her belly button and she leans down to press a kiss to the head. “Let’s get out and go to my bed.” She turns off the water and for a moment I’m enthralled as the water droplets continue to rain down her luscious body. All I want to do is catch them with my tongue.