Chapter 39 - Lila
Lila
Spring break ended, and we dove into the latter half of the semester with renewed energy.
The weather was warming up, and the Smokey Mountain State University campus bloomed with fresh flowers and lush green grass.
Students lounged on that grass between classes, sunbathing or studying in small groups.
And as time went on, I began to think about the future.
Jace and I had originally tried to wait until May to start dating. At the time, that had felt like an eternity away. But now we were almost there and we had already been together—whatever that meant—for two months.
Things were more complicated now. Obviously, I had Brock and Cam to consider. I hadn’t talked to either of them about the future, and if we would continue doing this. I had no idea how they felt.
Or how I felt, for that matter.
I thought I wanted to keep seeing them. To maybe go on actual dates rather than sneaking around and hooking up at my place.
Getting dinner at a nice restaurant and then seeing a movie sounded so wonderfully quaint, the thing I had been craving all year.
But there was one big question that loomed over everything.
Would we still want to?
I was self-aware enough to realize that one big draw in all of this was the forbidden nature. Sneaking around and keeping our relationships a secret was fun. It added a thrilling layer of danger to everything we did.
When the semester was over, would we lose that spark that made this fun?
I hoped not. I cared about these three men deeply, and saw the potential for a long-term relationship there.
More with Jace and Brock, since Cam and I had a problematic age gap, but still.
The important takeaway was that these weren’t just flings.
Every time I hooked up with one of them, that certainty grew more solid in my mind.
But still, I worried. They might not feel the same way. I was terrified that once I was just Lila to them, instead of Professor Carrington, the raw chemistry we had would fizzle out.
That fear lingered in the back of my mind into April.
“It’s crazy how fast the semester has gone by,” Brock said at the bar one night. Despite being a Friday, there were only a few customers at the bar.
“No kidding. The fall semester dragged, but this one is flying. I feel like if I blink, final exams will be here.”
Brock leaned on the bar and cocked his head. “Something about time flying when you’re having fun?”
I smiled up at him. “That’s probably part of the reason.”
“Only part?”
“One third of the reason,” I clarified.
He knew what I meant, and smirked. “True. Have we talked about what your summer plans are?”
“I’m teaching two classes.”
“Which two?”
“Criminology 101 is the first one. But the other is a 400-level class that Professor Galloway pawned off on me. I’m actually really excited to teach an upper-level class!”
“Damn. I was hoping to have you for one of my classes this summer.”
“You’ll have to earn your A the old fashioned way,” I teased, glancing around to make sure nobody could overhear us and get the wrong idea. “I didn’t realize you were staying this summer.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a full class load. Eighteen credits. I’m already way too old to be here, so I’m kind of playing catch-up to try to graduate early.”
“I don’t blame you,” I said, but on the inside I was smiling. We hadn’t discussed it before now, and I was surprisingly relieved to learn that Brock would be around this summer.
“I’m trying to convince Jace to sign up for some of my classes,” Brock continued while idly cleaning a pint glass with a rag. “He’s been a good study partner this semester.”
“He’s a good partner at other stuff, too,” I pointed out. “You two make a good team.”
Brock leaned forward and whispered, “All four of us do.”
He wandered down the bar to help a new customer while I considered that. We did make a good team. I was still shocked that our dynamic worked so well.
But if I had to choose, there was one improvement I would make.
“Hey,” I said when Brock returned to my end of the bar. “Do you think we should invite Cam into the group dynamic again?”
The last time we’d asked, about a month ago, Cam had politely declined. He claimed that although he didn’t mind that I was involved with two other men, he preferred to have me all to himself.
“I don’t know if he’s ready for that,” Brock said while mixing a drink. “He’s a little less confident, less sure of himself. I was the same way when I was his age.”
“I just wish he felt comfortable enough to join the rest of us.”
“Because you want him to feel included,” Brock asked, “or because you want another set of hands and lips on your body at the same time?”
“Both?”
He barked a laugh, delivered his drink to the guy down at the other end of the bar, then returned. “I think he’s considering it. But he needs time to process it before he’s ready.”
“Fine,” I said, crossing my arms and pouting. “Do you judge me for sleeping with him?”
Brock gave a start. “Why would I judge you for that? Considering…” He lowered his voice. “Considering what you’re doing with Jace and me.”
“It’s different because he’s younger. There’s an age gap.”
“I genuinely don’t care,” Brock said firmly. “He’s an adult. He has agency over his decisions. It’s not like you’re robbing the cradle. What’s the rule about age differences? Half your age plus seven?”
I did the math in my head. “Half my age is fourteen and a half. Plus seven… that’s twenty-one!”
“Which is how old Cam happens to be. There you go. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Barely. I don’t like being right on the edge of what’s considered appropriate.”
Brock gave me a level stare. “Are you really concerned with what’s appropriate considering the nature of your three relationships?”
“Okay. True.”
“Here’s how I’ve thought about it since my mom died.
” Brock planted both palms on the counter and leaned forward in that commanding way that made his biceps pop.
“Life is short. If you can find a way to be happy with someone, or several someones, you shouldn’t overthink it. Just allow yourself to be happy.”
“That’s how you’ve looked at the world since she passed?”
He nodded once. “Hasn’t steered me wrong yet.”
I considered that for the rest of my drink, then winked at Brock and drove home. Cam was coming over tonight for some private fun, and I had plans for us that involved two toys and my bottle of lube.
But when I got home, I discovered that Cam wasn’t alone.
He was sitting on my couch next to Jace, with an empty six-pack of beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them.
“Hello,” I said to both of them, confused. “Did I get my schedules crossed tonight?”
“I invited him,” Cam said. He looked nervous, but excited. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course. It’s more than okay.” I glanced at Jace.
“We’ve been talking about it,” Jace explained. “Discussing the right way to go about it for the first time.”
“I want to know what it’s like,” Cam insisted. “Otherwise my imagination will keep going crazy and making me feel inadequate.”
I crossed the room and went to him, taking his hands in mine. “Oh, Cam. There’s nothing inadequate about you.”
He flashed me a boyish grin. “I know. But I need to see that for myself.”
“As long as you’re sure that you’re ready,” I said.
Jace stood up and stretched his arms over his head. “He’s ready.”
He moved slowly, cupping the back of my neck and coming in for a tender kiss. I was dimly aware of Cam standing up, but instead of joining us, he moved from the couch to the armchair off to the side.
“I want to watch for a bit,” he announced when I glanced at him. “Pretend I’m not here.”
“But I’m glad you’re here,” I said, running my fingers through Jace’s thick hair. “Your presence makes all of this so much better.”
Cam blushed, but continued watching us hungrily.
Jace pulled me down to the couch and made out with me for a while, like we had all the time in the world.
I knew he was doing it for Cam’s benefit, easing him into the whole situation, but I was loving the slow, careful attention.
Lately, Jace had been insatiable with his desire for me, taking me quick and fast and hard.
Which I definitely loved, but it was nice to get a change of pace sometimes.
I spread my legs slightly as Jace began rubbing me through my jeans. When I glanced over at Cam, I was relieved to see that the younger man felt comfortable enough to stroke himself through his pants.
Jace slid off the couch, going to his knees before me. He peeled off my jeans with agonizing slowness, his breath lingering above my sex as his fingers curled under the elastic waistband of my panties.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked.
“Yes,” Cam said curtly. “This is a lot better than I expected.”
“Better?” I asked.
“Hotter,” Cam replied, eyes alive with fire. “It’s so hot.”
“Keep watching,” I commanded. “But let us know when you’re ready to participate—ohh.”
The last word turned into a moan as Jace buried his face in my pussy, tongue sliding side to side and up and down. Cam bit his lip and finally removed his pants so he could properly enjoy the sight.
“That’s better,” I purred at him before turning my full attention back to the way Jace was devouring me.
We’d been together long enough that he knew exactly what I liked, and tonight he had an audience.
I squirmed, moaned, and writhed on the couch as he ate me out, eventually gripping my thighs to hold me in place as I came apart under his expert tongue.
“Jesus,” Cam said over on the couch. “I thought I’d feel jealous, but this is amazing.”
“Right?” Jace said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s even better when you participate instead of just watching. If you’re ready for that.”
Cam’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”
I grabbed a handful of Jace’s hair and pulled him to my lips. “Go get the toys from my bedroom.”
“Which ones?” he asked.
“Whichever ones you want.”
He stood up, towering over me for a moment, the hard-on in his jeans impossible to miss. “I know exactly what to get.”
While he went to retrieve those, I strolled over to Cam and straddled him in the chair. “You’ve been a good student so far, but now it’s time for a hands-on exercise.”
He sighed as I ground my pussy against his exposed cock. “Tell me what to do, Professor Carrington.”
“Take my shirt off. Then my bra.”
Cam’s hands slid up my waist and tugged my shirt over my head, then unclasped my bra. My breasts fell free, the cool air instantly making the nipples harder than they already were.
“Jace is getting the vibrator and a plug,” I explained while giving Cam a little lap dance. “The plug vibrates, too. It’s controlled by an app on my phone. Let me show you how it works so you can control it.”
“Okay!” he said eagerly.
I reached for my phone. My intention was to ignore whatever notifications were on the locked screen; I received about ten emails per hour, and I had zero interest in reading my students’ complaints tonight.
But the most recent notification was something different. I clicked it instinctively, then read the email that opened.
“What’s wrong?” Cam asked.
The email was a simple one. A single sentence without a signature. A sentence that was my nightmare.
“I know you’re sleeping with a student.”