My eyes slowly opened and they tried to focus on the edge of a soft pillow that lay in front of me. The sun had not yet risen, so that left me with some indication that it was not yet dawn. I glanced over at an unfamiliar cherry wood night stand before looking at a large abstract piece of art that reminded me of steel bars. I was laying on my stomach and I attempted to adjust my body; however, I resisted due to pain and stiffness enveloping my body.
I tried to recall the events of last night when I felt a warm body press further against me and knew it was Sebastian. "What the hell?" I thought it was a dream...but it really happened. My hand trailed over my face as I remembered. A warm feeling developed in my stomach and spread down until it reached between my thighs, as I remembered his fingers, his lips...and his very stiff staff. I felt like giggling like a school girl at the thought of my inexperienced hands reaching down and touching his cock while he slept. However, I resisted and my hands trailed over my own naked body. There was a dull ache between my thighs and all of my muscles felt extremely exhausted from the use. My hair was strewn all about and I was sure that I looked like a bloody disaster.
"Last night was...intense and amazing," I thought. I can't wait to do it again yet I knew there would never be a repeat encounter, as much as I wanted one. "Maybe...it means more than just a lay, maybe he wanted more, I mean he is cuddling next to me. However, he has had so many women...I doubt he even recalls who I am or my name," I thought to myself. I was still in the bed with him but I knew he would want me to be gone before he woke. I took a glance at the man who charmed me, who wined and dined me last night, and who gave me one of the best nights of my life. I turned my back to him and placed my feet on the floor and stepped back into reality.
The cool air was another bitter awakening back to reality. I looked back at him, hoping to find him awake and telling me to come back to bed. However, if he were to really wake, he might ask what I was still doing here and I would be overwhelmed with embarrassment. I quickly retreated to the bathroom and did my best to clean myself up. I ignored my reflection as much as I could in the bathroom mirror. I swept my hair into a neat knot at the back of my neck before stepping out of the bathroom to find my clothes. I grabbed my clothes and heels but could not find my underwear, so instead of wasting time looking for them, I just got dressed as fast as possible. I took one last glance at him and saw that he was hugging the pillow where my head had been. With that last look I was out the door and headed home.
Upon arriving home I was tempted to soak in a warm bath to relax my sore, stiff body but I needed to get ready for class. I also had homework to do, since I spent the night doing sinful acts. My body shivered as I thought about how many times he and I made love...well sex. I wanted to chastise myself for thinking of him and the events of last night but I couldn't. I had a one night stand and I enjoyed it. I did things I had never done before, and it felt absolutely wonderful and I know it was because of him. He gave me a night of my dreams with hardly any regrets.
I climbed in the shower and began washing away his essence from my body. My thoughts drifted to the conversation at dinner. He originally avoided conversation but quickly opened up, and I told him things about myself that I had never told anyone. Subconsciously I wanted to ask him out for coffee or another date, yet that would make me no different than the other females that chase after him. I thought it best to let that night remain cherished in my mind. It might be hard, especially with him being my professor but I told myself that I just need to stay focused.
I got out of the shower with a determination to be productive. Today would be slightly warm so I was able to wear a floral sundress that came just above the knee. Once I was dressed, I began to tackle the homework I missed last night. I did some chapter reading as well and took a few notes. After homework was completed, I gained the confidence to check my phone. Somehow, I thought Sebastian would have my number and call me but then I remembered I didn't give it to him. Instead the only calls that awaited me were from my three best friends.
I called Jessica first and then Rose and told them I was fine, and that I had took Nyquil because I was feeling under the weather. Thankfully they were more concerned with my health than my time with Sebastian. I truly didn't feel comfortable discussing Sebastian with them. I wrapped up my conversation with Rose because she began to obsess about home remedies known to fight off pesky colds.
I didn't bother calling Carmen since I knew I would see her in a few minutes. Plus my excuse would not fly by her as easily, so I needed to think of something better than Nyquil.
I quickly gathered my stuff and headed to the elevator. I would normally take the stairs to avoid Mitchell but I was too stiff. I got onto the elevator, closing my eyes and resting back against the steel plates of the elevator. I then heard the doors open and there was Mitchell with a huge smile.
"Good morning," he said in his loud booming voice.
"Good morning, Mitchell," I said.
"I didn't see you come up last night," he said. He then proceeded to move in closer and rest his back against the steel frame of the elevator wall.
"I had a night class," I said. I really didn't owe him an excuse, and thought that next time I will tell him I am fucking my Professor. I began laughing to myself as I thought about his reaction to such a statement.
"What is so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said as I got off the elevator.
"Um...I was wondering...if you want to have dinner sometime this week?" he said. I was going to make up an excuse but I was tired of excuses, I decided to tell him that I don't feel that way.
"Can I be honest, Mitchell? I am just not into you. I don't want to hurt your feelings or waste your time. I mean you are twice as old as I am. I generally date men that are close to my own age," I said to him.
"Oh...yes. I guess I was being a bit foolish...chasing after a girl young enough to be my daughter," he said as he quickly brushed by me and got off the elevator. He headed to the parking garage, got into his car and left. I sort of felt badly for him but I am only 22 and it was odd for a man of 48 to pursue me. His age seemed too close to my father's and a large, gaping distance from myself.
I arrived on campus in the nick of time and headed into Griffith Hall and found Carmen was waiting for me. "Where have you been? I've been calling you non-stop," she said with irritation.
"Oh, I've been under the weather and took some Nyquil," I lied again. "I was probably sleep when you were calling."
"Oh!" she looked at me funny as though she didn't believe a word I said. "What of Blaire?" she inquired.
"What about Blaire? He is nothing important because I know nothing will come of it," I stated.
"Yeah you're probably right, but you never know," she said. Yes...that was true. I knew very little in regard to Sebastian other than the rumors and most of them were proven wrong last night. Last night we had splendid conversation. He also wasn't all business in regards to sex. We also had sex more than once and he cuddled with me through the night.
My thoughts were interrupted by the morning bell. Carmen guided me back into class where all conversation stopped. Attendance was taken by the professor but my thoughts gravitated back to Sebastian. I felt nervous about how Sebastian would act toward me while in class. How would I act toward him? Should I ignore him and pretend like it didn't happen? My mind was saying yes, just try and forget him. I mean that is what a one night stand is about...but I felt something...that something more could exist between us.
"Hey," Carmen said as she tapped my shoulder. "Class is over," she giggled. I laughed and tried to put Sebastian out of my mind. "Your mind forever stays occupied," she teased. Carmen met Brandon for lunch and I joined them for a short time. I was about to head to the library but I didn't want to possibly run into Sebastian. I was afraid that I would cave and demand a second time around with him, so I decided to go to the book store and avoid the library today.
After I wasted enough time in there, I headed to class and found that I was anxious to see Mason because he was definitely a needed distraction from Sebastian. When I arrived at class he was nowhere in sight, but he came rushing in at the last minute. He smirked at me as he took an open seat to the right of me.
