Rewind Pt 01

Rewind - slknstn

Dawn

I looked down at my phone on my lap, checking it for the millionth time. Only 3 minutes had passed since I last looked.

2:00. I bounced my leg impatiently. I couldn't wait for this meeting to be over. Too many things to do, and not enough time to do them.

"One more thing before we wrap up this meeting," our department head murmured while looking up from his glasses. All heads raised from the packets before us, like soldiers at attention.

"We all know how terrible it was for us to go without Dr. White this year, especially for those of you who have been covering his History of Linguistics course. It took us a while to find someone qualified enough, but it appears that we've lucked out." Franz smiled broadly.

The old wooden door to the office creaked open, as if a paid actor in the reveal. There had been rumors, but no one was certain who would take White's place.

As if by grand design, the pen I held fell out of my hand, and I leaned out of my chair to grab it, my head dipping below the long oak table as the mysterious stranger made their entry.

"Fresh off of a nine-hour flight, I'd like to introduce you to Columbia alumni Dr. Lucas Sinclair, all the way from Germany's esteemed Humboldt University!"

I nearly banged my head on the edge of the table coming back up.

Lucas. Lucas?!

I rose slowly and our eyes met.

Luc.

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Dawn

For most of my life, I just focused. I excelled in school, got a scholarship to college, kept my head down and my eye on the prize. Mostly. There were flings. Situationships, but I didn't take it personally when they'd decide to jump ship and leave or enter serious relationships with someone else. It was just a fact of life. People leave, and the only thing that really matters is where

you

are when they do.

Graduating with my bachelor's degree was exciting but meant little because I just jumped back into school. I left NYU and headed to Columbia, and the tears shed from the joy of acceptance quickly turned into tears of stress and anxiety. History as a major really meant nothing; there were so many subspecialties that my class of 112 was just 112 super-specialists with little overlap in our concentrations.

Even still, we formed a study group. Very few of us even had a class together, it was mostly just to help us stay consistent with our assignments in a group setting. About thirty people joined in, but by the start of the second year only five of us remained.

Lucas was in that group.

Of course I noticed him. He was devilishly handsome. 6'2, chiseled jaw, dark green eyed, dirty blonde/brown haired white guy. His body had real form, developed muscles that flexed when he would make the smallest movements, and a deep voice that tingled

that

part of my brain.

But just like I noticed him, so did everyone else. Another guy in the group had convinced him to join the track team, which invigorated all the women on campus to spend their free time at the track, the two girls in our study group becoming frenemies, secretly plotting to see who could snatch him up first. He didn't pay either of them any mind.

They never counted me into their little squabble because most don't. I'm on the curvier, shorter side, and I'm a sista, no way was this guy into me, at all. He looked like he was into athletic, preppy white girls, and I just wasn't that. So, I never bothered with all the

extracurriculars

. We exchanged pleasantries when we'd see each other on campus, he'd ask for song titles when I played music during our study sessions, and we'd crack jokes from time to time. He was a nice guy. Harmless.

Sometimes I'd catch him staring, but I always chalked that up to him taking a respite from his work. He'd return to his laptop or notebook, never rushed or panicked about having been caught staring, so it couldn't have meant anything, right?

Boy, was I wrong.

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Dawn

"Lucas." He said slowly, extending a hand.

I reached out to shake it. "Dawn," I smiled, as Director Franz observed the interaction.

"Nice to meet you, Dawn. What's your specialty?"

You know what my specialty is.

"Art History."

He looked down and flicked through the packet at the top of the stack of papers in his hands. "Uh...233?" He looked back up at me sheepishly.

"Yes, that's right." I nodded, becoming aware of the four other scholars in the room suddenly more interested in our exchange. He looked amazing. A few stray hairs had fallen out of place, his navy blue suit accentuating his eyes, a blue-faced DateJust donning his wrist.

Germany was good to you.

"It seems that I am in 250. Maybe you could show me the way?" His voice was like silk rubbing on my cerebellum; the tone alone made my heart beat just a bit faster.

"Sure thing." I looked over to Franz for confirmation that I was no longer needed. He waved a pale, sun spotted hand in dismissal. "Get him up to speed on the portal and meeting schedule."

"Of course," I replied, already pushing past the creaky door.

"Don't forget about the mixer!" he shouted.

The building was very ornate and old, columns adorning the walls. The color of the bulbs served the age of the structure, the deep yellow of the lights cut the sunlight streaming through the enormous windows.

We walked to the stairs in silence, the only sound the echoing click of my kitten heels against the highly polished marble. I walked briskly up the stairs, and he kept up easily, no doubt staring at my behind.

Electricity radiated off him like he was a Tesla coil...the hairs on my arms at attention just being in his presence.

I didn't think you'd come back...

We walked past my room and attached office; the door ajar after I'd ran out to join the meeting. I watched from the corner of my eye as his pace slowed, just so he could have a look into my little world.

Nothing to see there.

I kept my pace as we turned a corner, and stopped abruptly, the sudden shift in action causing him to almost crash into me.

Suddenly, he was

very

close.

Deliciously close.

I kept my eyes straight, but he looked down at me and chuckled, his hand grazing the back of my arm. "Sorry."

That

sorry

was much lower than his already low speaking voice--laced with meaning. His sheer touch set fireworks off all over my skin.

I didn't bother addressing it, or his

sorry

.

You know what you're doing.

"250," I stated plainly. "The office is accessible from inside of the classroom."

Still playing into the bit, he responded, "Great. Thank you, Doctor..."

"Elaise." I flashed him a look of annoyance.

He reached over and opened the door with an unburdened hand before turning around and looking at me straight on.

"Dr. Dawn Elaise." He pronounced each word slowly and deliberately, like he was tasting my name and title in his mouth.

An incredibly talented mouth.

My gaze had fallen to his lips before I even realized it, and flicked back to his eyes quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed.

He did.

He seemed...amused. He nodded, pleased with himself.

"Thank you, Dawn." He gave up on the act completely, and took me in, his eyes glazing over my body, locking on my lips before he met my eyes.

I shouldn't like that as much as I do. I'm spoken for.

"Sure thing," was the only thing I could think to say.

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Lucas

I watched her walk away. Her hips swayed softly with each step, her ass round and pert in that burgundy dress. Her golden skin glowed under the rays emanating from the west facing windows. I closed the door quickly so my growing erection wouldn't appear in the looming security camera just outside the door. It might be CCTV, but a member the likes of mine would be too hard to hide in any resolution.

I stood in the room and took it all in.

What if she is in a relationship? I can get her back. Why would I risk tenure in Berlin to start over here? She seemed upset...should I have told her of my plan? She smells so good. She looks so...edible.

My mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, a few of them taking me back to five years ago. Of her moans, and my name on her lips. A shiver ran through my body.

Relax dude.

I had been eager to witness her reaction. I thought about the moment the entire flight over. She hid her surprise well, but I watched a world of emotions pass through her eyes.

Shock, annoyance, amusement, and a fire I couldn't place.

Anger? Or desire?

The intensity of the sun coming in narrowed into a yellow laser beam directly at my face, and I snapped out of my daydream, dropping the stack of papers on a desk and striding quickly through the large area to reach the office, where I hoped there would be shade of some sort.

There was not.

Dr. White left a trove of books lined up on the shelf wall. An index card and an office phone were all that lay on the large wooden desk in the center of the room, the sun illuminating the card stock like a clue in a video game.

The books are yours. The notations should help.

Your predecessor, David White.

I traversed the desk and sat down on the worn office chair behind it.

"Good ol' Herman Miller." I unbuttoned my suit jacket, leaned back and closed my eyes. Having barely slept for the past three days, this was a nice environment to get a quick 30 before I'd have to figure out that damn portal.

I could always ask Dawn for help.

But I knew that I probably shouldn't. Seemed like she had her work cut out for her, having passed the mountain of papers she called an office.

"Hey Siri," I declared, completely unwilling to open my eyes. She responded, muffled by my jeans.

"Set a timer for 30 minutes."

She repeated back the command, and I resigned myself to Miller's cushiony wiles, dreaming of the very thing that brought me back here.

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Lucas

"Are you sure?" I asked. Yeah, the couch was hard, but she certainly didn't have to accommodate me like

this

.

"It's fine!" She flashed a sweet smile.

I shouldn't do this. I know what I feel.

Neither of us were from New York. So, lodging on campus, especially at the rates they were charging just for attendance, surprisingly made more sense financially than paying for a shitty New York apartment and commuting to class.

I only came to study, but given the circumstances, she didn't even have to let me in the dorm, much less her room.

The snowstorm caused a massive blackout, right as I headed to her dorm. The wind turned the snow into ice shards that slashed my exposed face and neck, my hair soaked through my hat. My coat was barely keeping me warm. I

had

to get inside before I froze to death.

The study group had diminished to five measly members, and everyone else besides Dawn and I seemed to struggle showing up to the random offices and the empty lecture halls we used to study. As it got colder in our second year, the two of us stayed as close to the dorms as we could, until Dawn proposed studying in her room as an idea.

She didn't have any roommates this semester and it left the front lounge area in her dorm a perfect place for us to study. She seemed...unsure when she asked.

Maybe because she thought I'd say no?

The likely reason.

Or that I'd take it as an invitation for more?

I wish it were.

If I made a move, I had to be one hundred percent certain, I was not trying to screw up what would likely be my only chance.

She had basically all but written me off. I do well with women, but Dawn was too casual. Friendly. Usually, women would act mysterious or over enthusiastic, with no in between. She'd even caught me staring, and I thought that would clue her in, but she'd just smile and go back to her work.

So, I resigned myself to it. If that was the only way I could be around her, so be it.

I'm a patient man.

That lead me here, soaking wet in front of her dorm room door, the hall ominously lit by the flashlight on my phone. The backup generator had still not come on. I rapped on the door, the knock denoting urgency.

She opened the door, and her eyes grew wide at the state of me, giving me a wide berth as I shuffled in.

I put my book bag down and shrugged off my coat quickly, dripping water everywhere as I hooked it to the back of the door.

"Let me get you some towels!"

She ran to the little linen closet in the corner of the room and got two large towels, handing them to me. I ripped off my hat and threw a towel over my head.

As I dried my hair, I surveyed my surroundings. I'd brought in with me a small pond, and although she seemed to have her laptop ready to work on the little four seater in the corner, it, as well as the baby flashlight she held in her hand, were the only source of light in the room, killing any chance of us getting anything done tonight.

As if on cue, the light from the laptop dimmed.

"You're shaking," she said softly.

I hadn't even noticed. I was staring again.

There wasn't enough light for her to see my eyes, so I took the opportunity to try and take her in. The light bouncing around the room illuminated her form slightly, her curves full.

Fuck me.

The V-neck she wore stopped right at the start of her breasts, teasing me.

"You need to take your clothes off."

My eyes flicked up to hers, briefly betraying me, before realizing what she'd meant. I was shaking and I needed to take my clothes off to

stop

shaking.

Idiot.

"You're right," I responded gruffly. The chill in my bones was robbing me of my sensibilities.

I peeled my shirt off quickly.

Her eyes lingered.

She turned quickly and walked into her room.

Her eyes lingered.

I licked my lips in frustration.

The light and cold are just playing tricks on me.

I peeled off my jeans, shoes and socks next, drying along the way, standing in the lounge in just my boxers, the towels wrapped around me. Despite drying myself thoroughly, I couldn't seem to rid my body of the cold, and the shaking became more pronounced.

Dawn poked her head out and saw me wrapped up, shaking like a leaf, and ran back to the room.

"Hold on!"

A few moments later, she appeared, grabbing me by the hand and bringing me into her room; the couch made up with a bunch of blankets. Most of the buildings on campus were so old, the windows could barely close properly, resulting in a bone chilling draft in the winter. This building was no exception.

I dropped the towels on a foldable chair and climbed in. I pulled several blankets over my body, but the shivering continued.

"I...I," my teeth chattered, silencing me.

Finally get to her room and you're hypothermic, on the verge of death. Way to go, dumbass.

She looked around frantically, then stopped and looked back at me.

"Move over." Not even waiting for my response, she shut off the flashlight and threw it on the chair, lifted the three heavy blankets covering me, and laid on top of me.

I sucked in air through my teeth sharply. Her skin was hot. The warmth shocked my system to my bones. She put her feet over my own the best she could. I closed my eyes to better absorb her fire.

"Hug me," Dawn commanded, and I obliged. She jumped a bit at the contact on her back but settled in.

I could barely think. There were too many sensations, and my body was in overload. But there was one specific sensation I was desperately trying to ignore. One of her thighs was positioned directly over my cock. Freezing should be enough to distract me from growing beneath her.

I hope.

Even on soft it was impressive, but erect...I'd be in big trouble.

I kept my eyes shut to deprive myself of the visual, but I could

feel

her. Her soft to my hard. The curves that flirted with me for an entire semester and a half, breasts that hid from me under sweatshirts throughout the winter. The ass that men stared at when she'd walk past

.

I felt the warmth of her pussy and thighs on top of the right side of my pelvic bone, and prayed to God she would shift her body and place it right on over my cock.

Jesus Christ. Focus, man!

My hands rested right at the small of her back. I wanted to run my hands all over her body, and grip that juicy booty in those pajama pants.

I wonder what her pussy tastes like...

"You stopped shivering."

I opened my eyes and looked down at the top of her curly head, all her curves softly painted by the light of the moon coming through the window just above us.

I ran a hand up her back and settled in. "Yes. Thank you."

She didn't respond, and we laid together for a while. Eventually, the sound of sirens flooded in, robbing us of the thick silence that had consumed us.

My cock wanted to rob me of this moment, but I'm glad I didn't allow it.

She is so damn soft.

She shifted slightly, before standing up and taking her warmth with her.

My eyes still closed, I basically moaned in disapproval.

"Why?" She laughed, the sound making my entire body tingle. "I'm sure you want to turn, and you can't do that if I'm on top of you."

I can do a lot of things with you on top of me.

I opened my eyes and turned to look at her, her hips directly in my eye-line. Her pajama pants had risen and now perfectly outlined the swell of her thighs and the triangle of her womanhood.

I scaled her body with my eyes, coming to a pause at her pink, juicy lips.

"I'll deal with it, if it means I could stay warm."

She frowned. Only then did I look into her eyes. They shined in the moonlight, worried.

"Are you still cold?"

I considered the question. Even with the heap of blankets on top of me, they didn't provide the radiant heat her body did.

"Yeah," I nodded.

So, when she asked me if I wanted to lay in bed with her, I was in disbelief. I thought she would get back on top of me, then leave after I fell asleep. This was beyond anything I had expected.

Her bed was two twin xl beds pushed together, plush with pillows and blankets.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, hoping she'd change her mind, knowing that I wouldn't be able to avoid the looming erection tickling me at the root of my cock.

"Come on," she laughed, and got under the blanket.

Say no. Go back to the couch. She's too much for you right now.

I looked back at the couch, through the door. I could feel her eyes on me, no doubt wondering why I was hesitating.

"It's okay, Lucas," her tone was softer now, akin to a siren lulling her prey to their watery demise.

You

will

get an erection. She will never speak to you again.

Ignoring that silly inner voice, I got in the bed.

In those few moments, her body heat had already warmed the bed. She turned to face me, and I shifted my legs back, keeping our bodies a safe distance apart.

"Is that better?" Her voice had slowed, her eyes low, a smile teasing her lips.

"Yes," I uttered softly.

"Good." She closed her eyes, and I finally got to look at her.

Gorgeous.

Full cheeks, her lips parted slightly, her breasts pushed together, peeking just at the top of the blanket; her lacy denim blue bra barely keeping her left breast from spilling out. The curve of her hips were the most pronounced I had ever seen them--the blue blanket like a wave at its peak, the smallest part of her waist crested by her elbow, her arm wrapped around her. Her hair framed her face softly, the dense curls filtering the moonlight.

Thank god I was far enough away that she couldn't feel my raging hard on. My cock was sticking straight from my body,

just from looking at her.