Chapter 32 Brock
Brock
I genuinely didn’t know if I would be okay with the whole thing.
I’d been thinking about it for days, since Jace sort of mentioned wanting to have a threesome with Lila. I allowed the idea to roll around in my head. The more I considered it, the more normal it felt.
Well, maybe not normal. But at least conceivable.
I was nervous when it started at her place. I kept comparing myself to Jace, who was more jacked with muscle whereas I was lean with it. And when our pants came off, I couldn’t help but glance over and size him up. He was a little bigger.
But then I remembered something Jace had said during class this week: “We’re not competition. We’re allies with the same goal.”
Thinking about that made it easier to focus on Lila. And once I focused on her, all my insecurities and nervousness disappeared. I lost myself in the way her body felt beneath my fingertips and lips, and Jace and I fell into a steady rhythm.
And it was incredible. Sharing her between us, seeing the unrestrained lust in her eyes while we took turns with her. Watching her come undone, over and over.
But that wasn’t the only new thing we tried.
I’d never been interested in anal sex. It wasn’t my kink. Sometimes when I watched porn I wandered into a video that had it, but it was never the first thing I searched for.
I was the kind of guy who was willing to try anything once, though. And I was so glad that I did.
Experiencing it was so much better than watching it on video.
It was hot, naughty, and forbidden. And the thing that really made it amazing: how much Lila was enjoying it.
I had always assumed women disliked anal, that it would be painful for them, but Lila seemed to love every single thrust of my cock deep inside her ass.
All of that combined? It made for a night I would never forget.
We took turns showering, and then Lila practically passed out in bed. “You can spend the night if you want,” Jace told me while we watched her sleep. “I’ve slept over a few times, I figure it’s your turn.”
“Thanks, but I’d rather go home,” I replied.
Jace shrugged. “Suit yourself. Good teamwork tonight, bud.”
“You too. Let’s do it again sometime.”
Jace smiled down at Lila. “Hell yeah.”
As I drove home, I wondered why I hadn’t taken him up on his offer. I loved cuddling after sex, feeling a woman’s warmth up against my body while we both drifted off to sleep. It was one of the things I missed most about being in a relationship.
Maybe that was why: this didn’t feel like a real relationship. Lila wasn’t just Lila: she was Professor Carrington, someone responsible for my grade this semester. There wasn’t a future for us. By necessity, this was strictly sex.
I couldn’t let myself get too close. That’s how I would get hurt.
But man, did I want to.
Class the next day was totally normal. I took the seat next to Jace, giving him a polite fist-bump. Lila strode into class a few minutes later, then began the lecture. She was so sexy, walking around the lecture dais in a skirt and heels. The combination made her ass really pop.
We fucked that ass last night.
It was such a fun, exhilarating thought. So many taboos wrapped into one evening: threesome, anal sex, and my forbidden professor. I glanced over at Jace, who gave me a smile like he was thinking the same thing.
“This wasn’t how I expected the semester to go,” he whispered.
“Me neither. But I’m glad it is.”
Jace grunted, then we both went back to paying attention to the lecture—despite the obvious distraction. And when class was over and we left, she gave each of us a private little smile.
Having a secret was fun.
My next two classes flew by, and then it was time for lunch. I met Jace at our usual table over in the corner.
“The weekend homework seems straightforward,” he said while biting into a chicken sandwich.
“You still want to go over it on Sunday?” I asked.
Jace chewed, thought about it, then swallowed. “Might as well. If it’s too easy for us, we can get an early start on the next section.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Cam, the other kid who occasionally had lunch with us, dropped into a seat a few feet away. His tray was filled with a random assortment of food items.
“No chicken nuggets today?” Jace asked him.
“Huh?” Cam grunted while staring across the cafeteria.
“You always get three packs of chicken nuggets,” Jace insisted. “You’re switching it up today.”
Cam mumbled something, then began stabbing his fork at his tray without looking. He was still staring at something across the room, but when I glanced over, I didn’t see anything noteworthy.
Jace shrugged, then asked me, “You guys have your regular Friday thing, right?”
“Usually, yeah.”
“I can back off on Fridays. Give you some alone time.”
“She usually just stays for a couple of drinks,” I replied. “I won’t get off until after midnight. You guys can do whatever you want. I’ll take Saturday instead, if we’re making trades.”
“Hmm. I think I can do that.” He chuckled. “It sounds like we’re discussing child custody.”
Smiling, I said, “It kind of does.”
Suddenly, Jace glanced at his phone. “Speak of the devil…”
My phone vibrated in my pocket a moment later.
Lila: Do you two have any weekend plans?
Me: We were actually just discussing how to split our time with you.
Jace: I’m getting you tonight after you leave the bar, and Brock has dibs on Saturday.
Lila: This sounds like child custody. But for my lady-parts.
Jace: That’s what we said!
Lila: Except you’re forgetting the most important part: you two don’t need to split custody. You can have me at the same time.
Lila: If you were so inclined. Say, tomorrow night.
Jace glanced up at me. “If you want her to yourself Saturday, I can back off.
I felt myself smiling. “Hell no. I’ll get her alone some other time. Right now, all I can think about is…” I glanced at Cam, who wasn’t paying any attention to us, then lowered my voice anyways. “All I can think about is having a threesome again.”
Jace grinned. “Same, buddy. Same. I’ll let you give her the good news.”
Me: I’d love to. Jace says he would, too.
Lila: You’re speaking for him? Do you have a side-text going where you gossip about me?
Jace: We have lunch together Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. To go over our class notes and decide when to study together.
Lila: Aww. My two fuckable students are spending time together. That’s so cute.
Me: We’re also coming up with a gameplan for what to do to you tomorrow night.
“Nice,” Jace told me. “Tease her a little. Keep her thinking about it.”
Lila: Oh really?
Jace: You’ll see. Use your imagination in the meantime.
Lila: I can’t wait. And if it’s really good, I’ll give you both extra credit.
“Easiest extra credit I’ll ever earn,” I said.
Jace barked a laugh.
Behind me in the cafeteria, someone began shouting. Jace frowned while looking past me.
Cam suddenly perked up in his seat. “Here we go,” he muttered.
I didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant, because suddenly there was screaming on the other side of the cafeteria. I twisted and watched as the star basketball player, Joshua Davenport, picked up a tray of food and hurled it against the wall.
“Which one of you did it?” he shouted at the table of students. “Fucking tell me!”
“Josh, nobody knows what you’re talking about—” one guy began to say, but Joshua bulled over him.
“You went into my room!” he shrieked. His voice was bordering on crazy. “Someone went in there and stole the footage! It had to be you!”
Cam was grinning from ear-to-ear. I nodded at him and asked, “You seem to know what’s going on.”
“Davenport has been secretly recording the women he sleeps with,” Cam explained with barely-restrained excitement. He held up his phone. “Someone hacked into his computer, blurred out all the women, and posted screenshots online. Or at least, that’s what I assume happened.”
A hum of excitement passed through the cafeteria as students began looking at their phones.
A school-wide text message had gone out to every student using the Emergency Notification system.
It was a link to a website that had still images from several videos, with the title: “CREEP ALERT - JOSHUA DAVENPORT ILLEGALLY RECORDS HIS DATES.”
“The faces are blurred out,” Cam reiterated. “And any identifying physical features. But you can tell it’s him.”
Students began booing Joshua Davenport. He shouted at them angrily, and then food was flying through the air. The star basketball player tried shielding himself from the onslaught, then decided it was better to flee. As soon as he was gone, a cheer went up among the crowded cafeteria.
“Holy shit,” Jace said, scrolling on his phone. “I’ve heard rumors that he posts videos of the women he sleeps with, but I thought he always blurred himself out.”
“There are ways to remove the blur,” Cam said. “Or so I’m told.”
He looked awfully pleased with himself. And thinking back on it, I was the one who first told Cam about the Davenport rumors.
“Whoever did this made the world a better place,” I said carefully while watching Cam.
He glanced down at his tray, seemingly realizing for the first time that he had lots of random food items. He pushed it away and leaned back in his chair, savoring the excited chatter throughout the cafeteria.
I see you, Camden, I thought to myself.