by Lush Jones
“Sara? You can stay here as long as you like,” Professor Roberts said, his voice soothing and cool. “I’ll contact you about our next class.”
She waited until she heard his footsteps leaving the room and then slowly, she lifted her sticky, sweaty body from the comforter. She rubbed her shoulder and looked around the room. The easels and stools were all in order. Everything looked perfectly ordinary.
She stood and stretched, and remembered she was naked. My bathrobe, Sara remembered, wondering where she’d stashed it.
And then Casey was handing it to her, muttering, “Thought you’d need that.” His hair had come loose from the ponytail, and he pushed a blond strand behind his ear. The thought occurred to Sara that the same hand shoving at his hair had been inside her just a few minutes ago. His hands were large, knotty, strong. But his fingers, as she recalled, were gentle when they needed to be.
“Hey,” Sara called out softly. “Thanks, Casey.”
At the sound of his name, Casey looked up and Sara got the first good look at his eyes. Green-flecked brown. He smiled a shy, nervous sort of grin.
“That’s the first time you’ve smiled since I met you,” Sara observed, tying the belt of her bathrobe and stepping toward him. “Only we haven’t really met. I’m Sara.” She stuck out her hand.
Casey’s smiled widened. “I’m Casey.” His handshake was sweaty but firm, and he didn’t let go.
“Nice to meet you.”
The End
Author Bio
Lush Jones is a Texas writer of erotic fiction. She took many life drawing classes in college, where there were countless nude models but sadly, not nearly enough sexy professors or hot guys with tattoos. She can be reached at [email protected] or at her website, www.lushjones.com
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