I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, accompanied by a sturdy man with a large frame.
What am I doing here, I thought before rubbing my eyes. A beam of sun was shining on the white covers, revealing the dust waltzing lightly across its surface. I stretched my arms towards the nightstand for my phone. It was a Friday, which meant I had a free day with no school.
Upon closer inspection of the man, I found out that it was just Brad, and last night's memories suddenly flooded into my head. "I fucked my professor last night," I said aloud, realizing how outlandish this string of words sounded to me. After a while of reminiscing the night before, I turned to look at Brad's face. A mop of scruffy hair sat atop his head, and went down to map his features in the form of a neat stubble. With a rugged body like that, I thought to myself, no one would've guessed he was an English major, much less a college professor.
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Brad placed a plate of toast with a generous helping of mashed avocadoes in front of me. "Bon appetite, buddy," He handed me a fork and a knife as he sat beside me facing his rectangular charcoal black table. Brad had a rather minimalist dining room that housed merely a table, three chairs, a succulent that sat in a fancy white ceramic pot and a large framed print of a bear. I began to gulp down the hearty breakfast while Brad sipped on his morning coffee.
"Friday, huh?" Brad looked even more dashing wearing a sleazy white button up shirt. "I don't have classes today, and neither do you," He paused for a moment.
"Do you want to catch a movie?"
"Certainly, what do you have in mind?"
"How about that movie – what's it called? The Insanely Wealthy Asians?"
"Sure, I'm up for it. I can buy the tickets now."
"That's great, buddy. I'd prefer sometime around five, so we can grab dinner after that." He shot me a glance. "Oh, do you want to have dinner with me? Or do you already have plans?"
"Nope, let's go for dinner." I gave him a playful smile.
And just like that, my plans for the night were set.
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Later that evening, I was sitting beside Brad in the cinema, with a bucket of salted popcorn firmly stuck between my thighs. He had chosen the last row at the back of the theatre where we could sit unbothered.
"Considering how casual you are with all this," I turned to him with an urge for conversation. "Have you dated any students before?"
"No, I haven't," He threw a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "This is my first year of teaching, to be honest."
"How old are you again?"
"I'm 26," He gently nudged me. "And you're 19, right?"
"Yup,"
We became silent as the movie started. Brad's arm slowly found its way onto mine, and we entwined our fingers on the armrest. This is actually really nice, I thought, not before focusing my gaze on the screen.
"That's such a ridiculously extravagant wedding," Brad laughed during one of the scenes. "I mean, is that water flowing out onto the aisle?"
"I know, and that dress," I laughed along, firmly grasping his hand. "Not to mention the entire attendance holding those lights,"
"Such a decadent display of visuals," He mentioned, eyes still glued onto the screen.
I eyed his enthusiastic face again before slumping into the chair. We stopped talking for a few minutes.
"Hey, Ped," suddenly came a more sheepish tone. "Look over here."
I turned to face him, but was met with an unexpected kiss on the lips. When we pulled our faces away, he placed his index finger on my lips, signaling silence from my end. I gulped and nodded. He caressed the back of my neck with his hand, and pulled me closer once again for this time, a longer and wetter kiss. I could feel myself getting hard as we filled our mouths full of each other. Brad seemed to have noticed my erection, and dragged his hand from my neck down to my crotch. He turned his head left and right to check the surroundings. There was no one in our row so we could have all the seats to ourselves.
"Don't make a sound," He whispered in my ear, and unzipped my pants.