It was my usual ritual on a Friday night that was dwindling to an end. I was at my favorite bar, Blue's Tavern. It had just opened and was my favorite bar: not for the good food, the cheap beer or the number of televisions to catch any sporting event. Instead, I was interested in the bartender Rachel. We flirted a lot over the nights that she worked and I was around, but it was very innocent. I saw something in her eyes when she looked at me though that wasn't so innocent. I got a few quick kisses out of her when I had walked her home from work on occasion, but she was always reluctant to go on any real date. She never really looked at anyone else with the same devilish eyes she used with me so I thought I'd have to play her at her game and eventually break through her barrier.
I finished up the remaining beer that was at the bottom of my mug. Over the course of the fabulous night, several of my friends had come and went. I walked out of the bar with two of my friends, Cheryl and Dave, into the brisk dark night that awaited us outside. They were a couple and would get laid tonight. I on the other hand would have to do without and walk home only to look forward to passing out on my bed and enjoy a long restful sleep.
I gave Cheryl a hug and Dave the dual shake with one hand and hug with the other. We said goodbye, as well as our vows that we'd have to do the same thing again tomorrow night.
"Back here at Blue's tomorrow at eleven, Kev," Dave said as he had his arm draped around Cheryl's neck and began to turn to head off home.
"If I'm not here, it's because I'm dead," I returned as I watched them walk down the street, Dave giving Cheryl a quick pinch on the ass. Rachel was staying late tonight to close up so I wouldn't be walking her home. Instead, I began that two block walk alone, which seemed much longer having so many beers in me. I did my best to remain vertical walking along the sidewalk, but tripped over my first step to my house and fell onto the porch hard. I hope I didn't wake my roommates. They were probably still out at the other bars, it hadn't been too long since I had last seen them at Blue's before they left to hit the other bars. We had a bathroom in the basement and on the first floor but I lived on the second. If they were home, I did not want to wake them so I decided it would be best to relieve myself outside. I stood up, brushing off my pants from the fall, one foot on the top step and the other up on the porch. I unzipped and pulled out my dick and pissed over the porch railing. It felt good to let the drinks of the evening leave me. I wonder what the record is for the longest piss? I gave a quick shake then took out my keys and made my way to the door. My keys scratched against the lock, I was having trouble getting the keys in.
As I made a third attempt to try to unlock my front door, the door swung open. There was a light on in the bedroom in the distance, allowing a silhouette of the person standing at the doorway. I was about to apologize to my roommate for waking him when I noticed the silhouette to be much more bustier than I had remembered any of the guys in my house being. I squinted, making out the long ruffled hair on a very curvy body. I tried squinting harder to figure out who this was, hoping that I was right all along about Rachel's hidden secret desires.
"Holy shit Kevin! I was about to call the police with all that noise you were making, thought you were trying to break into my house."
It took me awhile for it to sink in. "Sorry Kris."
I had lived next to Kris for the last three years. It was actually Dr. Kristin Morgan. I took her introductory Biology course as a freshman. That was her first year of teaching and it was a fun class even though I was just there to take my required course and then hide from biology and the sciences in my remaining semesters. As a sophomore I moved into the house next to hers with three of my best friends. I thought it would be weird living next to a teacher and for a teacher to be living among students, but this block was full of older students and even another faculty member so the keg parties were not rampant, we did all our drinking at the bars, and noise level was minimal. I even saw Kris at the bars now and then for happy hour with the younger faculty from other departments. We were always friendly. I of course teased her for being such a young professor (maybe 32?) and having only the college kids or the older faculty to associate with. We'd have our casual hellos when we ran into each other coming or going from our houses. I had been to her house a few times when she'd throw some of her daytime parties. I would even chat with her along with other students at the bars, but she would find a way to switch the talk back to biology and academia when too many of her students gathered around and that would usually get us to leave her and her friends alone. I know its college, but science and math and whatever talk they did was a buzz kill.
So we were friendly enough that hopefully I did not completely freak her out by having a drunk on her front porch. "They make these houses look too much alike," I said trying to make an excuse for myself. "Sorry to wake you Kris," I said as I turned around to walk next door to try my keys on the correct door. I turned and my knees buckled, almost falling. Kris reached out and grabbed a hold of me just in case I did.
"Your gonna fall twenty more times on your way over there, and will end up passing out in the bushes." Kris pulled me back up until my knees supported me again. "Crash on the couch, last thing I need is a student dying on my porch. How much did you drink, you don't need to throw up do you?"
"I'm good," I said as I walked through her front door and wobbled over to her couch and lifted my legs up and slid my head down onto the armrest. "Thanks."
"I'll grab you a pillow and blanket."
I don't remember Kris returning. I woke up sometime the next morning with a much lighter headache than I had expected. There was a pillow underneath my head and a cover tucked around me. A very cool professor indeed. I wonder what an older faculty member would have done. Maybe those cops really would have been called with the first noise of me collapsing on their front steps. I got up and folded the blanket and laid it on a chair next to the sofa and placed the pillow on top. I wondered what time it was. I needed to use the bathroom and it couldn't hurt to grab an aspirin to put off any headache that might want to creep up on me later in the day.
I walked across the living room. The door to the bedroom that had given off light bringing Kris' silhouette into view was closed. I walked towards the other door off of the living room to the bathroom. The door was ajar as I approached and the light was on. I was about to push it open, when through the gap I saw Kris drying herself off in the shower. A leg was lifted up onto the rim of the tub and her towel was running down to her toes as she dried her wet legs.
The site shocked me and I moved away from the door towards the kitchen as my breathing became heavier. I was scared and turned on at the same time. As I scurried away from the door and into the kitchen I ran into a cabinet, causing the pots inside to rattle.
"Kevin, is that you?" came from the bathroom.
"Yea, hope you don't mind, I was looking for a skillet, was going to make breakfast. Didn't know you were up, can I make you some too?"
"That would be great thanks!"
I looked into the fridge for something to make. I brought out some eggs and bread. I heard Kris walk out of the bathroom towards her bedroom. I began adding the dipped bread to the skillet. Kris then walked into the kitchen. She still had wet hair and was wearing some form-fitting jeans and a black top with some flip flops.
