Another girl showed up beside the first. Equally beautiful, with diametrically different looks. Blonde, short, stacked, round in all the right places, compared to the long, lean brunette.
The new girl looked up at me. “Don’t I know you?”
I shrugged. “Same campus I guess.”
“No, I definitely know you. Biology?” she asked, squinting at me.
I remembered her now. “Last semester, Bio 143, morning session.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! You were the TA!” I remembered her very well, once she’d spoken. The little hussy had come on to me, trying to better her grades. Came on strong. No way I was going to let a little pussy ruin my schooling and career. Even if it was prime, grade A.
She pulled the door open, “Come on in. You’re really looking for a place?”
The brunette turned on her. “No way, Ashley. You know the rules. The last thing we need is some testosterone laden jerk living here.”
“Chill Heather. It’s cool. He’s gay.”
Gay? What the fuck. Where did she get off telling someone I was gay? Just ’cause I didn’t want to . . .
Heather, the brunette, looked me up and down like a piece of meat. “You sure?”
Ashley grabbed my hand and dragged me into the building. “Of course. I mean, just look at him. Tan, manscaped, dressed like that. How obvious does he have to be? Hell, two of the girls in class told me about him, when I said I was going to get him to raise my grades, you know, with a little barter. I couldn’t even get him hard.”
Damn of course not! I was shitting my pants, that someone might walk in on us. She had taken her shirt off moments after entering my office, asking me what it was going to take. I’d almost run from the room when she had grabbed my crotch.
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