Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
The sun was bright enough to put on glasses as I drove, and I cranked the radio up. Kristen tended to want to listen to eighties music, which I also loved, streaming off her phone when we drove. But these moments, alone in the truck and heading out of town, I liked to flip on the actual radio and let the old country-western songs fill up the cab.
Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as I drove along, I let my mind relax, relying on the second nature of driving to get me there while I softly sang to the music and enjoyed the early morning’s cooler weather and lack of traffic.
Eight in the morning was an awfully early time to be having class for most people. But for me, it was just right. It meant I was driving out of Murdock and into Slater around seven-fifteen, and the drive itself was free of congestion and hiccups. I made it onto campus with a half hour to spare, lamenting briefly that I could have spent that time curled up with Kristen in bed.
Who was I kidding? If I’d stayed in bed any longer, I wouldn’t have gotten out of it.
As soon as I was on campus, I felt a loneliness for Kristen, though. Knowing where her office was, now empty until another faculty member needed it, meant I was cognizant of it as I passed by for classes. Sometimes I would look at the door and wish she were still inside, just so I could go visit her.
When classes were over, I hopped back into the truck and burned out toward home. I didn’t want to waste any time. I had every intention of spending as much time with her as possible for the rest of the day.
Pulling in, I checked the clock. She would have just finished a class right about then and had two hours before her next one. If I got in there before she started her lunch, I had a chance to distract her for a little bit. Thinking about her all the way home had gotten me in such a way that I needed to be near her, to lock the doors and shut the blinds and continue where we’d left off in the late-night hours the night before.
I knocked on the door before entering, hearing her voice from the distance call me inside. When I closed the door behind me and my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw her sitting in one of the chairs in the mock classroom, a laptop open as she transferred footage. She looked up at me, and the smile stretched across her face.
“Hey you,” she said. “You got home fast.”
“How much do you have left on what you’re doing?” I asked.
She looked down at the jump drive in her hand and the laptop.
“Nothing?” she said unsurely. “I just had to transfer the footage, but that will take a little time. Why?”
“Because,” I said, “I was thinking about how since you have an office here, and there’s no real worry a coworker is going to walk in on us, it means we can do some things we never got around to.”
“Oh?” she said, one eyebrow raising as she crossed over to me and settled in my arms, lips inches from my own. “And what would those things be?”
“We can start,” I said, reaching behind her and unzipping the skirt she was wearing until it fell from her hips and pooled at her feet, “by wearing a lot less clothing.”
“That means both of us,” she said, her grin devious and her eyes like wildfire. One hand slipped between us and unzipped my pants, sliding inside to wrangle my throbbing cock and pull it out through the entrance.
“I agree with that,” I said. “Office?”
She pressed a kiss to my lips and then looked back at the private office, then around at the room we were in.
“Right here,” she said. “Right now.”
“Yes, Professor,” I said, and pulled her into another tight kiss, this one with many more intentions.
EPILOGUE
CAMDEN
Icouldn’t believe it. All that hard work, the hours and hours of study, the back and forth between Slater and home, all of it. It was worth it. I was holding my associate degree in my hand and sitting next to my gorgeous wife. My friends were there as well, all of them having come out to share in this moment with me. I might have gotten a later start on college, but damn if it didn’t work out in the end.
Originally, I had no interest in being part of the graduation ceremony. It was pomp and circumstance, and that had never really been my style. I was satisfied to get the diploma in the mail and start working on transferring to a larger university to get my bachelor’s, so long as they would let me take the majority of my classes online.