I woke up to sunlight the sound of soft footsteps around the room. Before I opened my eyes, I took a moment to remember where I was and why I was in a bathrobe. Yesterday, I got my clothes stolen, and Paz let me sleep in her house. This was her robe. Being naked around her had made me so horny that I dreamt she gave me a handjob, I guess. It was a very vivid dream.
I opened my eyes. Paz was walking into her room with a basket of clean laundry. She was fully dressed. I looked at the clock. 8:30. I sat up and noticed the morning wood creating an obvious tent in my robe. I guess that's what I get for dreaming about Paz jerking me off.
She exited her bedroom and noticed that I was awake. "Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning," I said meekly.
"Good news. I visited my father, and I brought back some of his old clothes that I thought would fit you. You can put on an outfit whenever you're awake. The clothes are in my bedroom. And you can keep the outfit too."
"Oh, thank you." I started getting up slowly, with my arm covering my morning wood. When Paz walked off to the kitchen I went into her room and closed the door.
Looking around, I saw a computer, a dresser, a filing cabinet. Pretty much what I would've imagine a teacher's bedroom to look like. Except when I turned around I noticed a poster of what looked like some kind of heartthrob singer. That would belong better in a teenage girl's bedroom.
I ignored it and look through the basket of clothes. There were cargo shorts, dress pants, a vest. Kind of a weird assortment. I found a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I put those on. There was underwear in the basket too but I didn't wanna wear someone's old tighty whiteys.
It was all slightly small on me but as someone who had worn a lot of hand-me-downs, it was nothing I couldn't handle. When I left the bedroom, Paz was making breakfast. She stopped when she heard the door open and walked over to me.
"Oh, that outfit works nicely," she said. "... Jack, could we sit down to talk for a moment?"
"Um, sure," I said, as we each took a seat at her kitchen table.
Paz looked serious. "What happened last night... It was a very serious mistake, Jack."
"Last night?" I asked.
"Yes. The... the somewhat sexual encounter that occurred," said Paz. I guess that wasn't a dream. "It was something that... I don't know what came over me in the moment, but we could both get into serious trouble for this. Well, mostly me."
"Oh," I said.
"It seems sick to ask you to keep it a secret, but I am afraid that if somebody found out, I could lose my job. It is only my second year as a professor. I just want to say that I am so sorry to have put you in that position, and to put you in this position now. It was very unprofessional of me and wrong." Paz sounded sincere and scared.
"No, I... understand. I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't have anyway."
Paz nodded solemnly. "I still haven't gotten word on a replacement key."
"I'll go back to the dorms and see if my friend will let me in again," I said.
"Alright," said Paz. "My doors are always open if you're out of luck."
I eventually had breakfast and started the trek back to the Academy. I couldn't believe Paz Whitman actually gave me a handjob. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it would be awesome if other people knew about this. But I wasn't fixing to say a word.
I got back to the school and I hung around for a while in the chairs in different lobbies. I didn't want to go to Rose's room because I felt like it would just be awkward to ask to sleep there and then leave and come back later. So I got lunch, and hung around more. When I eventually had to pee, I went into the bathroom with all my clothes on, disregarding the rules.
I grabbed some pamphlets from somewhere and read them all. They were boring. It was probably six o'clock when the boredom was getting hard to bear.
I caved and knocked on Rose's door, and to my delight, she answered.
"Hi, Jack!" she said. "What's up?"
"Hey," I said. "Uh, gee, it's a really weird situation I'm in and I need your help. Can I explain in private?"
She let me in and I started to explain as a blush fell over my face. Sitting with her on her bed, I told her everything except for Paz being topless, my erect dick being pressed against her back, and her giving me a handjob. She looked shocked the whole time anyway. I noticed on her alarm clock that it was only two o'clock, not six.
"Damn. This Whitman lady sounds so nice," said Rose.
"Uh, yeah. She is."
"But you never explained what happened to your clothes in the bathroom."
"Oh, I don't really know," I said. "But I think this guy Archie stole them. Do you know him?"
"No, what's he look like?"
"Preppy, skinny, curly blond hair."
Rose said, "You're describing half of the people here." I laughed.
"Well, I'll point him out to you if all three of us are ever in the same place," I said.
"He sounds like a horrible person. Now I'm scared to ever go in the bathroom again. Thanks a lot, jerk." I chuckled. Rose smiled and put her hand on my knee. "But I'd be happy to let you stay in my room until you get your new key."
"Thank you so much, Rose. It means a lot."
"Just make sure you're out of the room when I'm changing. We're not all as comfortable as you are running around the school in the buff." I buried my face in my hands. "You're pretty fucking unlucky. How many strangers have seen you naked since you got to this island?"
"I don't like to think about it."
"... Hey, so, we're in the same chem class, right? Wanna do the problem set together?" she asked.
So we worked on the homework and sort of flirted, I guess you could say. We took our time with it. Eventually we went and got dinner from the dining hall. I met some other friend Rose had made. I forget his name already. I noticed Archie on the other side of the room but I didn't feel like pointing him out to Rose as I had promised.
When all was said and done, Rose brushed her teeth and we were back in her room and I thanked her again for letting me stay there. I still wasn't sure where I was gonna be sleeping though.
"I really owe you one," I said. "So if you ever need anything, just say the word."
