Big Bad Professor(11)

I’d played rugby in school, so I’d had a good amount of muscle packed onto my six-foot frame. She had said I looked like a surfer dude with my shaggy blond hair and my mom’s blue eyes.

Emily had said she could see forever in my eyes. Forever only lasted about ten years before I finally drove her away.

I leaned into the mirror and stared into the same eyes that Emily once found so appealing. It had been two years since she’d looked into these eyes. I doubted she could see forever in them anymore.

Shit, I couldn’t even see tomorrow in these eyes.

My eyes were bloodshot, like dull blue marbles in a milky pool with little red lines webbing from the edges like lightning bolts. I picked up the bottle of Visine I kept on the sink and filled both eyes until tears ran down my cheeks.

I turned on the hot water and lathered up my face for a shave. I stared at myself in the mirror again. I wasn’t bad looking for my age, I supposed. I had little laugh lines around my eyes, though I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually laughed.

I was pale because I never went outside other than to get in and out of my car at work or to go to the Safeway for more booze. A tan would do me good, I thought. Then my brain reminded me that men who didn’t plan on living much longer shouldn’t concern themselves with a tan.

“Maybe I wanna have a good-looking corpse,” I said to myself as I lifted my neck and dragged the razor over my skin. The razor sounded like sandpaper as it plowed through the whiskers on my face. I managed to shave without slitting my own throat. Any other day that might have been the highlight of my day, but not today.

No, today I had something to do, a favor for a new friend.

She needed my help, and say what you would about Chase Hollander, but he never let a friend down.

Okay, that was complete bullshit.

Chase Hollander had let everyone down.

His parents, his employer, his wife, his little daughter…

They had all suffered because Chase Hollander was around.

Period.

End of story.





CHAPTER TEN: Audrey

I did not allow myself to think about anything other than showering, putting on a little makeup and perfume, and wearing something easy to get out of to Chase Hollander’s house.

I didn’t think about the horrible things people were probably still saying about me on FaceSpace.

I didn’t think about the voice mail Rachel left me in the middle of the night, crying her eyes out and apologizing for Duke being such a fucking moron.

I didn’t think about the FaceSpace messages I’d exchanged with Chase. Wow, that sounded weird inside my own head. Chase. I assumed I could call him Chase now that I planned on giving my virginity to him.

I was gonna let him pop my cherry like a bottle rocket on the Fourth of July.

I was gonna ride his cock like a rocking horse.

I was gonna sit on his face like a bicycle seat…

Shit, Audrey, stop thinking. And please stop trying to be funny.

I didn’t bother with underwear, because I didn’t want to be slowed down. I was on a mission, and the faster the mission started, the less likely it was that I would pull out, no pun intended.

I wiggled into a pair of black yoga pants (Rachel said guys loved yoga pants) without any panties. I looked in the mirror. The yoga pants sucked into my twat, making for an interesting camel toe. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have left the house with my twat so blatantly displayed, but again, I was on a mission.

I didn’t have much in the way of boobs. My boobs were small, but my nipples were long and thick, like an oversized pencil eraser. Very suckable nips, Audrey, if I do say so myself.

I pulled on a Trent State T-shirt and slipped on a pair of running shoes. Five minutes later with my courage mustered and car keys in hand, I went out the front door and got into my car without speaking to anyone.

Several of the girls stared at me as I walked by, no doubt excited to spot an actual virgin in their midst. Fuck, they looked like they had spotted an alien or something.

Stare all you want bitches. In a few minutes this alien virgin would be just as big a slut as the rest of you.

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I pulled up to the address Chase had given me and turned off the car. I sat there for a moment, looking in the rearview mirror and up and down the street. I was just being paranoid. Nobody followed me. Nobody gave a shit what I was doing. This was between me and Chase Hollander, student and teacher. And this time I would earn an A, no matter what it took.

I remembered the first time I’d seen Chase, standing at the front of the classroom in his wrinkled khaki pants and equally wrinkled polo shirt. He was a hottie regardless of his age. Chase was well-built, with shaggy blond hair and rugged good looks.

All the girls in the class flirted with him the first week or two before realizing there was no point to it. He seemingly wasn’t interested in young pussy. Heck, Rachel even flashed her bare cooch at him a time or two, but he only responded with a look that made her slap her thighs together.