Office Hours

All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Hank

I squinted at Lexi. "What? You?"

She tilted her head, smiling earnestly, pleasantly. As if she had done Jean a great service and was just happy to see her good deeds come to fruition. And it was pissing me off.

"But why?"

She shrugged one shoulder. "She was behind on rent. And also, nobody gets in the way of what I want."

I glared at her, and she watched me impassively. Her blonde locks were shading her face, lending a beguiling air to her demeanor. "I don't believe you," I finally decided, and she broke into a genuine laugh.

"Ironic. Truthfully, I haven't lied to you. Not once, which for me is a rare thing." She straightened up and stretched her arms above her, slightly lifting the hem of her sweater to give a glimpse of the creamy skin underneath. "Anyway, I should get going before she comes back. Don't fret, professor. I was just checking up on you two." She gave me a finger wave as she walked away.

Most would probably feel threatened after that exchange, and for good reason. Yet I was left puzzled. I just had this gut feeling that things weren't as she said. Either way, Jean was staying with me now. The amount of torment Lexi could inflict was more limited in the current situation, or so I hoped. She could just suddenly decide she was fed up and expose me, but I had her pegged for a practical person. Ruining me wouldn't get her what she wanted.

You never knew with teenage girls, though.

"Prof!"

I almost jumped out of my skin before turning to look at Jean. She was back, waving a can of cranberry sauce in front of her face. "Oh. Great, you found it."

"You okay? You looked really out of it." She put the can in the cart and leaned on the side, almost exactly like how Lexi had.

"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking of how to prep the chicken," I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll be honest, this'll be my first time making Thanksgiving dinner in its entirety. I usually go home for the holiday, so..."

"But do you help with the cooking?"

I blew out a breath. "Wow, it's been years. Not since high school, maybe even earlier."

"Wait, so I have more experience than you?" She flashed a toothy grin, a goading brow raised.

I chuckled once, pushing the cart down the aisle and forcing her to walk with me. "Don't get a big head now, missy. I cook normal meals just fine, I'm only talking about Thanksgiving dinner. Besides, this is precisely why you've been recruited to help."

"Aye aye, cap'n," she laughed.

As we turned into the main aisle, I looked behind me, catching a single glimpse of honey-blonde hair disappearing behind a shelf.

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The afternoon was filled with the aromas of food, watching cooking tutorials online, and light-hearted fun. I put on some light music I liked from my teenage years, and Jean teased me for being old. I retaliated with a flick of mashed candied yams, nailing her right on the cheek. She giggled before wiping it off and sucking it off her finger. Yet for some reason, my mind stayed out of the gutter. I just let myself enjoy it, this atmosphere of innocent togetherness. Yes, I wanted to steer things away from the sexual, to make clear to Jean that she was more to me than some ass. But it also came naturally; the two of us just enjoying each other's company. Us getting chicken grease everywhere. Her waving a dozen cloves of garlic under my nose. Me feeding her a heaping spoonful of cranberry sauce.

It felt like something we both sorely needed. It felt like home.

When everything was finally in the oven, we threw ourselves on the couch and just relaxed. We were sat on opposite ends, leaning against the arm rests, enjoying the moment.

"Well this day turned out better than it started," Jean remarked, and I gave her a sympathetic smile. "Thank you. For, y'know... this."

"No need. I mean, I thought I was gonna spend Thanksgiving alone," I chuckled. "And now, I have the most beautiful girl spending it with me. So really, which of us is the luckier one?" I gave her a wink, and she squirmed shyly.

"Dude, don't make it weird," she muttered, straightening her glasses and worrying at the end of her ponytail.

"I'm not weird, you're weird," I replied with a grin.

She rolled her eyes, then scooted over to me, nestling herself between me and the back of the couch. Resting her head on my shoulder, she cuddled up to me and closed her eyes. I put an arm around her waist and leaned my head back with a smile.

"Can I ask you something?" she murmured sleepily.

"You just did," I chuckled.

"Shut up. I meant, like, personal."

"Yeah, sure."

There was a brief pause. "Why didn't you go back home for Thanksgiving?"

I trilled my lips as I was taken back to what happened during the summer. It had all seemed so quick. Well, by the time I'd gotten involved, it was almost over. I looked down at Jean and she looked up, probably wondering if she'd crossed a line. It wasn't that I didn't want to share with her. I just didn't want to think about it myself. But she'd asked, and I'd let her, so...

"My brother came out of the closet," I replied. "Our dad didn't take it well. I defended my brother, and our dad and I had a fall out." With a shake of my head, I sighed. "I moved both my brothers out, found them a place, paid their tuition 'cause both of them are still in school. Financial aid helps, but... I'm not exactly paid all that much, right?" I took a deep breath, feeling some anger simmering. "And so now all the money that I was spending on my girlfriend was now going to supporting my brothers, and she wasn't a huge fan of that. So she went to find somebody who could afford her," I finished with a growl.

"Wow, what a bitch," Jean commented. "Damn, I wouldn't have guessed you were taking on so much." Her eyes suddenly darted to the side in shame. "Sorry for piling on. But I have a job. I promise I won't be dead weight."

I smiled and poked her cheek affectionately. "Hey. It's nothing. You just focus on getting through school, alright? Stay the course and you have a bright future ahead."

"Yes, sir," she chuckled. I was glad she wasn't laid atop me to feel my boner poking up. Suddenly she pulled herself up so that she could reach my face, before pressing her lips to mine. And before I knew it, she really was lying on top of me, clutching desperately to me as we kissed. My hand was cradling her face, and when she pulled away, my thumb stroked her cheek softly. There was a moment more of vulnerability before she smirked wryly. "Sorry. It's hard to have just a quiet moment with me around, y'know?"

I gave her a small smile. "Sometimes loud is good." She nodded thoughtfully before laying her head on my chest without a word. I kissed the top of her head, and we just soaked in the moment. I enjoyed it more than I'd admit to anyone. Too many people were afraid of silence, and felt the need to break it. I supposed some felt that silence left them alone with their thoughts, which were what they were really afraid of. That Jean could bear to be still, given her defensive personality, was yet another testament to her strength.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, the oven timer was going off. I took a deep breath and sat up, finding that Jean was already in the kitchen. Standing and stretching, Jean looked over at me full of excitement.

"Food's ready!" she chirped, oven mitts already on her hands.

"Let's see how we did, then," I said with a grin, opening the oven door.

The chicken looked pretty good, especially for our first time. The beans were perfect as always, and the color on the marshmallows on the yams looked great. Jean was eager to bring all the food out, and I had to remind her to be careful with all the hot pans and plates. With the addition of a bowl each of stuffing and cranberry sauce, dinner was set.

We seated ourselves at the table, and Jean's mouth was watering. "Oh man, real food? After months of ramen, I'm so down."

"We should say a few words first," I suggested, and Jean looked like I'd just suggested we eat organic kale salad instead.

"Oh Jesus. Say grace?"

"Not that bad," I laughed. "But it

is

Thanksgiving. We should say what we're thankful for."

"Oh. Yeah." She stared at the food thoughtfully, stealing a glance at me before mumbling, "You go first."

I chuckled. "Alright. I'm thankful for... this wonderful meal. And the good company." I nodded at her, and she worried the end of her ponytail.

"I'm... I'm thankful for... everything you've done for me," she said quietly, adjusting her glasses.

"You're thanking God, not me," I laughed.

"God? Then... Then I'll thank God for leading me to you." The ends of her hair were starting to curl from her fidgeting. She peeked up at me again and I smiled at her, causing her to blush. This girl was probably close to worshipping me. I couldn't let her down.

"Alright then. Let's eat!"

It was far too much food for two people, but that wasn't about to stop Jean. One would think she was scraping food into a takeout box under the table with how quickly she could clean her plate. She was moaning as she ate, and I'll admit that it made my mind wander towards the profane a few times. We talked about everything and nothing, until we were both stuffed and couldn't bear looking at food anymore. After doing the dishes and putting the leftovers away, we both ended up on the couch again, struggling to bear our full bellies.

"Oh shit," Jean groaned. "Food coma."

"I don't understand how you could have such a big appetite," I muttered back, managing a chuckle.

"Like I said, months of ramen. The cheap, full-of-cancer ones." She hiccuped, letting her breath out in a hiss. "Oh shit."

"Well, none of that anymore. You're having real food from now on," I insisted.

"If it's more of where that came from," she declared, waving her hand toward the dining table, "then fuck yeah. Sign me up."

We broke into laughter, regarding each other when it died down. I sighed, more out of fullness than anything else. "Okay, I'm seriously about to pass out. We should probably turn in." I waved a hand at her dismissively. "Off you go, young lady."

"What? Where?"

"You can take my bed. I'll be here." I always left a blanket draped over one of the arms for cold days on the couch, and I began unfurling it over myself.

"What? No, that's your bed. I'll take the couch."

"Jean, I'm too full to argue with you. Go on. I'll see you in the morning."

I used my feet to push her ass off the couch, lying down and spreading the blanket over myself. With a smug smirk, I waved at her again before rolling over and pulling the blanket over my cheek. She sighed and turned off the lights before heading into my bedroom and shutting the door. I groaned with contentment. What a great day. Couldn't have been better, honestly. It was a little rough at the beginning, but that only made the rest of it sweeter.

When I woke up it wasn't morning. Very strange. I felt amazing, eye-rollingly so. And I felt heavy. Probably the food. Or the literal weight on my legs. I frowned and peered down, greeted with my dick enveloped in soft lips.

"Jean..." I croaked, voice raspy from sleep. Her eyes met mine, but she didn't say a word. She just kept sucking on me, her tongue delightfully working the underside of my member. "You don't have to do this." Her response was to pull off of me, but her tongue continued to work on my frenulum, making me tremble. "Don't do this."

"I'm sorry. I'm just getting a little dessert," she whispered before taking me in her mouth once more. I gasped and bucked my hips as the suction she applied on my tip took hold of me. Her hair was down, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. She was in just her t-shirt, and it was riding high, yielding a hint of her midriff. It was hard to make out in the dark and from my angle, but my imagination did the rest of the work.

She was doing much better than the first time, perhaps because she wasn't rushing it. We were both savoring it. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, as if intoxicated. More than anything, her slurping was what was making me about ready to burst, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Jean..." I grunted. A second later, I filled her mouth with cream, feeling all my strength flow out of me and into her. My body felt like jelly. So I was wrong. That's how the day could get better. I was too dazed to laugh.

Jean swallowed the load and smacked her lips once. Pulling her shirt back down, she crawled onto me and cuddled against my chest, settling in for the night. This was so dumb; we were both sleeping on the couch. Tomorrow night, I would take her to bed.

Heh, that sounded dirty.

And so what? This girl was incredible. Thank God for helping me find her.