12. Kai
Kai
T he weekend at the hot springs was still so fresh in my mind that the bright lawns and historic buildings of the Greendale University campus seemed surreal, like I'd woken up from a strange dream and found myself in an alternate reality. One in which my best friend's husband was driving me to work.
One in which I'd spent the night in their bed again, with Casey and I taking turns fucking Yara.
I was so fucking in love with my best friend that the thought made my stomach do a little flip-flop as I glanced at her husband. I wasn't sure what I felt for him yet — infatuation, at the very least.
Casey didn't seem to notice me staring. He was more focused on parallel parking than me, looping a hand over the back of my seat as he skillfully backed his big SUV space in front of the Sage Hall marked 'loading zone.'
I wasn't sure how Casey always made competence look so sexy, but his parking skills had me squirming in my seat, remembering the things he'd done to my body over the past few days. My hole still ached from the way he'd fucked me, on every surface of the little cabin.
"This makes it more official," Casey said as he cut the engine and looked at me. For a moment, my heart soared.
"Official?" I squeaked.
"Yep." He held up the badge I'd picked up at the university offices. "Professor Kai Aikawa, Greendale University Art Department."
"Ah, that kind of official."
He grinned. "Means you're officially a Greendale resident, officially here for the long haul. Yara is so thrilled to have you around."
"Oh! Right." I blushed, feeling like an idiot for thinking he was trying to make my odd relationship with him and Yara official. "Well, thanks for the ride." I slammed open the door and hopped down, rushing around to the back of the truck. "You probably have to be at work, right?"
Casey seemed oblivious to my distress as he slid out of his side of the SUV and meandered over, taking his time to open his trunk. He reached inside, grabbing a box of my books and handing it to me. "Nah, I took the afternoon off to help you move into your office." He took a box of his own, cradling it in his arms as he pressed the button to close the trunk.
"Ah."
"Where are we headed?"
I blinked, trying to remember the tour they'd given me, but around Casey, my mind didn't process information like it used to.
"Come on, I have a fantasy about fucking a sexy professor. For every load of cum I leave in him, he gives me a little extra credit."
A throat cleared behind us, and we both spun — me, almost fumbling the box in my arms. The man standing there looked from Casey to me, then back to the badge in Casey's hand. "Ah. Professor Aikawa."
"You're Topher Calloway!" I said, recognizing him from his book cover. I could admit I had a little crush on the esteemed art historian, who had been a professor at Greendale for nearly a decade. He had a sharply handsome face with an aquiline nose and slashing, dark eyebrows that gave him the look of a hero in a gothic romance.
"Doctor Topher Calloway," he said, with heavy emphasis on the word 'doctor.'
"Oh! So sorry, of course. I've read your book on—"
"I'm here because Stephanie said you forgot your keys the other day after the meeting with her. She asked me to give them to you," he interrupted coolly, looking down his nose at us. His strange, icy grey eyes trailed over my box and scanned Casey. "Is this your… romantic partner?"
"Um," I glanced at Casey. "No. I mean. He's my best friend's husband, so I guess, like a friend?"
I probably shouldn't have mentioned that Casey was married to someone else immediately after the whole extra credit thing.
"He was just joking about the cum," I added. Professor Calloway's raised eyebrow told me that was also not the right thing to say.
Casey smirked at me and held out a hand to the professor. "Hi, I'm Doctor Casey Nix," he said smoothly, putting the same emphasis on the word 'doctor' that Professor Calloway had. "I apologize for Doctor Aikawa's awkwardness. Once you get to know him, Kai is a sweetheart, and a brilliant artist."
"You're a doctor?" I asked, frowning. "I thought you were an engineer."
"I have a PhD in Civil and Structural Engineering. But I don't like to lord it over people, so I rarely mention it." Oh, snap. Point for Casey. "Come on, let's move you in." His eyes sparkled as he grabbed the keys out of Professor Calloway's hand and started walking.
I stood there for a beat, staring at my new coworker. "Well, um nice to—"
"Kai! Come on!" Casey hollered, and I waved and caught up to him. "No time for chitchat."
With an apologetic smile to the professor, I hiked the box of books up in my arms and bustled after Casey, catching up to him in front of an elevator that looked like it had seen better days. I followed him inside and watched him press the button for the third floor, still a little stunned.
"Wait. How do we know where my office is?" I asked, suddenly.
"The number is on the keys," Casey said, jingling them in front of me. The elevator creaked as it started to rise, and I yelped, my eyes darting to him. "Not to worry, I'm a doctor. I'll keep you safe."
"Not that kind of doctor. And I'm a doctor, too, if you want to be like that. Maybe I should make you call me doctor tonight."
"We should play doctor with Yara. She doesn't even have her master's degree," Casey said, eyes sparkling. "I could say it in the snooty voice that guy used."
"Topher Calloway—"
"—Doctor Topher Calloway—" Casey inserted in a snooty fake British accent.
"Shut up, he's not even British. Anyway, he's a well-known art historian, who specializes in ceramics, and he's supposed to be an amazing professor as well. I was hoping he might mentor me!"
"Might be best not to mention cum to people who you want to mentor you." Casey winked at me as he came to my office door and took a step back, running his fingers over the placard on the door. "Professor Aikawa. Nice. But where's the welcome wagon? I hope that jackass wasn't that."
"They did all that at the meeting on Friday. Now it's time for the boring stuff, like arranging my potted plants," I said, pointing at the succulents in his box.
"And you didn't have the keys because…"
I huffed and stuck my tongue out at him. "Because I lost them, okay? And I also couldn't remember which office was mine, so I was planning on wandering around, hoping they'd put my name on the door by now."
He laughed, pushing the door open and looking around with a low whistle. The office was unremarkable, but I had big plans. I wanted it to be a welcoming, safe space for students to come talk to me about art, school, or whatever else might be bothering them.
Casey, being Casey, started alphabetizing my books.
"So about this dirty teacher fantasy," I said, and a wicked smile stretched across his lips as he turned to me, shoving me up against the desk.
"Well, I couldn't help but notice you staring at me during class, Professor."
"Nonsense," I said, laughing. "It was because of how poorly you were doing on that test. You were clearly struggling."
"And what do I need to do to earn that extra credit?" he asked, licking his lips as he spread my legs and pressed his hips against mine, letting me know just how hard he was. "I have my wife's permission to take it as far as necessary. She doesn't want me to ruin my GPA."
"On your knees," I ordered, and Casey dropped, nuzzling my cock through my jeans. I groaned. "Suck my cock like you suck those popsicles."
"It is weird that I bring popsicles into class, though, isn't it?" Casey asked, eyes sparkling. "I wonder why…"