CHAPTER THREE
Iwoke up the next morning, hungover and nauseous.
The events of the previous night were a bit fuzzy, but I definitely remembered briefly kissing my professor in my room.
I couldn't remember who initiated the kiss, but I recalled the green light from my ears casting us in a soft glow that felt warm and intimate.
I saw his hoodie hanging on my chair. I got out of bed and put it on. It was still a bit damp from the rain, but I was enveloped in his scent. I lay back down in my bed.
January hadn’t come home last night, but that wasn’t unusual for her. I decided to send her a text anyway, just to check in.
Then I saw the name in my contacts, “Arthur.” My heart beat faster, and I felt my ears light up again.
I thought about our kiss again, and my pussy began to purr against the soft fabric of his hoodie that covered my thighs.
Since I was alone in my room, I didn't worry about the sound and ignored it.
He'd told me to text him when I woke up. He wanted to make sure I was alright. I wasn’t sure what to say. I thought about it for a minute as the vibrations in my panties settled down. Then I wrote, “Hi, this is Xena. Thanks for helping me home last night.”
I hit send. I didn’t want to complicate things. He was still my professor. I didn’t mention the kiss or that I still had his hoodie. Maybe he would think I was too drunk to remember the kiss and class wouldn't be weird.
My stomach churned, and I ran into the hall and to our communal bathroom to throw up. Fenna was there and asked if I was OK, but I couldn't answer between barfing. She went and got me a glass of water, and I thanked her.
I felt better after throwing up a few more times and went back to bed. It was Saturday, and I didn't have much to do. I'd planned on getting some reading done, but it could wait until after lunch.
I fell back asleep and woke up a while later to my phone buzzing on my desk. It only buzzed twice, so I knew it was a text. I stumbled out of bed and checked it.
There was a text from January. It said, “So hungover, spent the night at Alpha Alb.”
I wasn’t surprised. She stayed with her boyfriend a lot.
I took a shower and kept checking my phone, hoping that Professor Wells texted me back, but he hadn't.
I went about my day. It was Saturday, so I mostly slept off my hangover. In the afternoon, I went to the union with some of the other girls in my sorority for lunch.
My phone lit up on the table, and I glanced down at it. It said, “Arthur,” on the screen. I grabbed it quickly and flipped it over, hoping no one saw.
I ignored the message while I finished eating, and afterward I broke away from the group. “I haven't had any coffee today,” I said.
Vesper laughed, “You and your coffee obsession.”
I laughed too and made my way to the campus coffee shop. I ordered my coffee from the blond barista who seemed to always be there. His eyes were blue like Professor Wells’.
I put cream and sugar in my coffee, then sat down at one of the tables. I opened the text, looking around before I did, like I was about to do something illegal.
I told myself there was nothing wrong with texting my professor.
Although it wasn't completely innocent since we kissed last night. But that wasn’t a big deal.
I mean, we were both adults and our age gap wasn't that extreme.
Just about ten or eleven years between us. OK, maybe that was quite a difference.
Plus he was human, which was crazy. There was still so much that I didn't understand about humans. And obviously he was my professor, and I'm sure there were rules about making out with your professor in your sorority house after eating too many alcoholic jelly dicks.
I frowned down at the text. I couldn't even read it; my mind was reeling. I didn't want Professor Wells to get in trouble, and I didn’t want to get kicked out of school.
I took a deep breath and focused my eyes on the words on my screen. “Hi, Xena. Are you feeling alright?” Very professional.
I texted back, “Yes, I'm fine, thanks. A little hungover from the jelly shots.”
He texted back, “LOL”.
I squinted down at it. What did that mean? I jumped up and rushed to the coffee counter. I waved to the barista, and he strolled over.
I showed him the text. “Do you know what this means? Some kind of human slang?”
The barista laughed. “It means ‘laugh out loud’. It's a millennial thing. They text it instead of the skull emoji.”
I nodded; yes, I knew all about emojis. I took a class on human emoticons before I came to Earth. But I didn't understand the other thing he said. “Millennial?” I asked.
“You know, old people. People born in the 1900s.”
My ears glowed hot, and I was sure that the barista saw, but I didn’t care. I thanked him and returned to the table.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to the text or if I should respond at all. I frowned down at my phone and took a sip of my coffee.
Another text from Professor Wells suddenly popped up. I gasped. It said, “See you in class on Monday.”
I groaned and set my phone down on the table.
***
All I could think about the entire weekend was how weird class was going to be on Monday.
And class was weird on Monday. Professor Wells acted completely normal. He said “Hello,” to me when I walked in.
I sat at my regular desk and tried to focus on the lecture.
He was talking about alien abduction stories from the 1960s.
He mentioned the Greys, which were a different species of alien than my own.
They performed unauthorized experiments on humans, but this class wasn't about what was true.
It was about conspiracy theories and what humans thought about it all at the time, when life on other planets was more fiction than science.
I found it intriguing. I wondered about Virgo Astra and what life was like before they discovered space travel thousands of years ago. My mind wandered, and Professor Wells wandered closer to me.
By the end of class, he was standing in front of my desk, blocking me in. He put a hand on my desk. “Xena, will you stay for a moment? I want to go over something before I finish grading your last assignment.”
I nodded and stayed in my seat. He walked away and stood by the door while the other students filed out. A few of them stopped to chat with him; one girl was clearly flirting with him, but he ignored her. One of the guys asked him if he'd be going to the football game, and he nodded.
Once everyone was gone, Professor Wells waited a moment for the hall to clear, then he closed the door. I put my notebook in my backpack and sat sideways in my chair. I crossed my legs and fluffed my hair up around my ears so he wouldn’t see the faint glow coming from them.
He cleared his throat and made his way back over to me. He put one hand on the desk and the other on the back of my chair. I froze, looking up at him. I absentmindedly tucked my hair behind my ear, and he smirked at the soft glow.
I realized what I'd done and pulled my hair back down to cover my pointed ear again.
“Xena…” he said, pushing my hair back behind my ear. “I spent some time this weekend researching your species. I'll admit that I don't know much about extraterrestrials. I only know stories.”
My breath caught in my throat. He'd done research? My ears glowed brighter, out of pure embarrassment. He'd heard my pussy hum for him, and now I was sure he knew exactly what that meant.
His eyes dropped down to my crotch, and I crossed my legs to muffle the sound of the soft vibrations.
He leaned in closer until his lips brushed my ear and he cradled my head in one hand. “Is your kitty purring for me?” he asked.
I turned my head away. “Yes…” I said shyly.
I stood up suddenly, and he backed away.
“I'm sorry,” he said. “I didn't mean to be so blunt. I–” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
I stepped closer. I wanted to touch him, but I still wasn't sure what to do. Yes, he'd been pretty clear that he knew I was getting turned on by him, but that didn't mean he felt the same way.
I bit my lower lip and waited. I was sure he was going to lecture me about how inappropriate this was.
“This is extremely inappropriate,” he said, reaching out and pulling me toward him by the belt loop on my jeans.
I was confused. Was he lecturing me or…?
“I want to kiss you again,” he murmured as he drew me against him. He held tightly onto my hips.
I nodded. I wanted to kiss him again too.
“But, I'm your professor,” he said.
I nodded again, and the purring from my pussy grew louder. My outer lips vibrated against the rough denim of my jeans, and I felt my clit tingle.
“And you're human…” I stated plainly. “I've… never been with a human before.”
I pressed my pussy against his leg and couldn't help but grind a little. He groaned and grabbed my ass with both hands. Then he kissed me, this time expecting the velvety texture of my tongue that was surely strange to him.
He pulled his lips away for a moment, but his hands trailed up under my shirt, brushing against the band of my bra. “Are you a virgin?” he whispered.
“No,” I lied. I'm sure he could tell how nervous I was. It wasn't just that I'd never had sex with a human. I'd never had sex at all. But I didn't want him to know that. He was older, and I didn’t want him to stop.
He kissed me again and unbuttoned my jeans. He slid a hand down my pants and felt my vibrating pussy over my underwear.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “I want to bury my cock inside you so bad.”
He pressed his dick against my leg, and I gasped. His hand went back up to my stomach, then moved down again beneath my panties.
My thick syrupy arousal was wet against my thighs, and he groaned as he ran his fingers through it. He continued to kiss me as he dipped one finger into me. It slid in easily, and I whimpered at the pressure.
He smirked at me and kissed my cheek gently as he continued to move his finger in and out of my dripping pussy.
“You're so tight,” he said quietly. He added another finger, and I held tightly onto his shoulders. I leaned my head on his chest and moaned.
“Are you sure you aren't a virgin?” he asked. “You don't have to lie to me. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you aren't ready for.”
“OK… I'm a virgin… but I want this.” I whined and moved my hips against his hand.
He shushed me and pulled his fingers out of me. I frowned, thinking I probably turned him off with my honesty.
“It's OK,” he said. “We'll take things slow.”
He suddenly spun me around and pulled my pants and underwear down to the ground in one fluid motion. He steadied himself against the desk behind him and pulled me back against his chest.
He grabbed one of my breasts roughly through my shirt and returned his other hand to the syrupy mess between my legs. It was green and smelled sweet like fruit. He massaged my clit smoothly, and I moaned a little too loudly.
“Be quiet,” he whispered against my neck. “I don't want anyone to hear.”
He moved the hand from my breast and covered my mouth. He proceeded to rub my clit in circles as my pussy continued to vibrate and pulse.
I moaned into his hand, and I could feel his thick length digging into my back. He put his two fingers back inside me, moving them quicker now as I writhed against him.
“I want you to be a good girl and come on my hand for me, Xena.”
I was going to. He dropped his other hand from my mouth and returned it to my breast. His breath felt warm against my skin, and my ears glowed even brighter. I bit my lip hard to hold back my scream as I came.
A flood of green liquid squirted from my pussy as it clenched around my professor's fingers. I was trying so hard to stay quiet that my eyes watered and my legs shook violently.
When the wave had passed, I was a little dazed and practically limp, leaning against him. I was still moaning softly as he kissed my shoulder and my neck.
“We've made quite a mess.” He chuckled and left me to stand on my own with my pants down around my ankles.
I watched him as he sucked my juices from his fingers.
“That's sweet,” he said. “It tastes like… lime?” He didn't seem sure, but the flavor was clearly familiar and enjoyable to him. At least I had that going for me.
I leaned forward and reached for my backpack. I unzipped a small pocket and pulled out a stack of napkins that I had been collecting from the coffee shop. They always gave me too many whenever I bought a donut or a bagel.
I handed a few napkins to him and went to clean myself up, but he took the rest of the napkins from my hand and knelt down to wipe the sticky syrupy mess from my thighs.
“You're beautiful,” he said, smiling up at me.
I laughed. “This is probably so weird for you. I know human women are… a bit different.”
He shrugged. “I don't mind.”
When he was finished, I pulled my panties and pants up quickly. He rebuttoned my pants for me and kissed my forehead.
“You're not going to tell anyone about this, right?” he asked, sounding a little worried.
“No, of course not.” I kissed him briefly and grabbed my backpack.
He nodded and slowly ran a hand over my hair. “Is there anything we need to discuss before you go?”
“Um… my assignment?” I asked, giggling.
“Oh, right, I actually did want to talk to you about that. Do you have another class to get to?”
“Yeah, in the Vernian building.” I slung my backpack over one shoulder.
“I'll walk you there, and we can talk on the way.” He opened the classroom door for me, and we walked across campus, discussing my last written assignment as if nothing had happened between us.