I parked my car outside campus and walked to the sciences building, where he said he was teaching a hydraulics course. It was pretty empty, and I remember going to college and hating my morning classes. They were always my hardest classes, and it sounded like Nathan’s class was just the same. I leaned against the door frame, spotting him organizing his papers and moving the projector around. He was wearing khaki slacks that looked way too good on him, with a forest green dress shirt that was folded up his forearms. I hadn’t even been near him long enough, but I was so turned on, imagining us playing teacher and student. I sighed deeply at the dirty thoughts playing in my head.

“Are you having your dirty student teacher thoughts?” He smiled, not looking at me, still fixing the projector.

“How did you know I was thinking of that?” I asked, walking towards him.

“I can practically hear your pussy purring,” He looked up at me, smiling.

I couldn’t help but blush. “Guilty,” I said, shrugging. “I can’t help it if I have a sexy man friend.”

He whipped his head up, glaring at me. “Man friend?”

I giggled. “My trusty man friend, I brought you some breakfast.”

He walked toward me with a voracious glint in his eye and right before he reached me, students started funneling into the classroom.

“Saved by the bell, Jane.” He took his breakfast from me. I smiled at him, thinking that was it, but he placed a small kiss on my cheek.

“Thanks darling. Maybe we can work on your fantasy later.” He turned to the few students and said hello while I stood there turned on, with a blush on my face. I hightailed it out of there, feeling excited at the prospect of role playing later.

My house seemed too far away, I was exhausted, so I detoured and I used the key the guys had given me. Ee had planned on dinner that night, I had clothes stashed there.  I texted the guys I was going to chill at their house, and they texted back you better be naked when we get there and to make myself comfortable. I let myself in, giving Tango all the love he asked for, headed for a shower and snuggled up in Nathan’s bed.

I was exhausted, not hearing anything until someone peppered kisses on my face. “It’s like Sleeping Beauty.” A voice said. “Mmmm, or is it Goldilocks?”

“Definitely, Goldilocks.” I murmured, trying to wake up.

“Does that mean my bed is the comfiest?” Nathan’s voice sounded amused.

“Sure, and after that student-teachers talk this morning, I thought it would be fitting to get myself off in your bed,” I said, opening my eyes to see his reaction.

“You didn’t,” he growled.

“Why don’t you find out?” I taunted.