Professor F novel Chapter 77

Semester is over and the people at the cafe decided to eat out over the weekend. Henry and Gail made the reservation in a famous Korean Restaurant. They ordered beer that goes well with grilled meat.

Most of the part timers like August attended the gathering while Pierre invited himself and promised he'll pay for his food. He sits next to her, causing yet another teasing from Trevor who is obviously drunk.

"Alright, that's your last glass, Trevor." Henry grabs the empty glass. "I guess we can all call it a night."

"Woah. Pierre didn't even drink a glass? Why did you even bother coming?" Trevor chuckled. "August didn't drink, too. You're really acting like a couple, huh."

"I'm driving, Trevor. And stop yapping none sense or I'm going to kick you!" Pierre being the biggest in the group had to help Tanner carry him outside the restaurant. The other guys went outside to grab a cab going back to their places.

She stayed behind to make sure no belongings were left. She was about to leave when she noticed the plaid scarf on Gail's chair and grabbed it. She heads out holding the scarf and saw Gail standing by the door of the restaurant smoking while waiting for her.

"You left your scarf." August handed it to her.

Gail takes it while she puts off her cigarette on the public ashtray. "Isn't that Professor Ferguson?" She points the direction of the Italian restaurant across the street.

She saw Flynn eating with someone by the window. She felt that familiar stabbing pain on her chest when she realized who it was.

Eunice?

"Is that her girlfriend?" Gail asked without considering her feelings.

Why would she worry about my feelings, though? She must've already figured things out between her and Flynn. Maybe Pierre even told her about what happened in Europe.

"I don't know. I'll go ahead." She said and didn't look back when she heard Pierre calling her name. She raised her hand to hail a cab and went inside even before Pierre could stop her.

She cried after she told the cab driver her address, remembering Flynn at the restaurant with Eunice.

After what happened last night, he's seeing Eunice? What am I to him? A fuck buddy?

She's jealous. But she doesn't even have the right to be so.

Instead of dropping in front of her apartment building, she decided to stop by the convenience store to buy cans of beer. She just want to get drunk and fall asleep tonight. She somehow regretted not drinking with her colleagues.

What a way to end the semester!

She checked out with her purchases and left the store. She was walking back to her apartment when she received a call from Pierre.

She sniffed hard to control her voice so he wouldn't think she was crying. Yes?

Are you home? Why did you run off? I was suppose to drive you home.

So, Gail didn't tell him anything—about them seeing Flynn with someone?

I didn't want to bother you, it's late. Also, Gail is with us so you'd have to drive her home.

Because I'm jealous of her! Because I want you but I can't have you!

"I asked you why, August." His voice firm as he holds her right wrist.

She continued to ignore him and moved her face to kiss him again but he tightened his grip on her wrist. "Why are you acting like this?"

She scoffed. "Don't fret. I'm just celebrating because I survived this semester!" She lied.

His jaw tightened and she wasn't sure if he looked upset. She attempted to kiss him again. "This is what you want, right?" Her mind thinking about Flynn and Eunice. He just wanted to have sex with me while he dates someone acceptable. "You're not returning the key to my apartment because you still want to fuck your student after ending things with her. Does it turn you on? Is this your kind of fetish, Professor?"

He was quiet for a moment before he kissed her hard, lifting her skirt to pull her panties down, giving her what she asked for. He pushed her down as he sucked her nipples.

She reached out to hold him but he grabbed her wrists and held them together over her stomach while his left hand unbuttons his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

She could feel her folds going damp as he rubbed the tip of his member against them, anticipating the pleasure it will give her. He holds his hard shaft and thrusts deep. He suppressed her moan with a kiss as he pounds harder. He looked pissed. "I don't have a particular fetish, Miss Peters. I just fuck."

She's so upset and insecure. She didn't want to end things between them after all. But it would be hard to go back to how they were.

She's not sure if it's a good idea but she's willing to be with him even just for moments like this.

"Let's be fuck buddies then."