To help pass the time on the weekends, Reagan had been attending Luna’s soccer games. If there wasn't a game, the two women would hang around with Davis, typically at his apartment. It was ideal for Reagan, who still detested her roommate. Lydia was the worst person Reagan could remember meeting, and Luna absolutely agreed after the first time she met her. All Luna had done was walk in the door and Lydia had bitched about Reagan bringing friends back to their dorm when there was no room. Regardless of the fact that Reagan had never brought anybody over before and Lydia had, the bitching commenced for the entire time. Reagan changed her clothes and used the bathroom, and when she came back into the room Lydia was grilling Luna about what year she was and how many times she was expecting to be there. Finally, Luna informed Lydia that she was an RA and would be happy to speak to the one in their hall to mention what a peach Lydia was. Lydia narrowed her eyes but stopped talking, and Reagan and Luna escaped as quickly as they could.

Davis had a two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from the admissions office on campus, which meant it wasn't very far from Reagan's dorm. More and more, she found herself at his place, even when Luna wasn't around. It was still the same easy and friendly relationship they’d first cultivated, but Reagan felt that she was coming to understand Davis better, especially his love for Luna.

“It doesn't matter what I say to try and convince her, she won’t listen.”

“Davis.” Reagan shifted in her seat so that she was looking in his eyes. He was sitting in the chair across from the couch she was sitting on. “She loves you, I promise. There can't be any doubt about that anymore. Seriously. But you and she move in different stratospheres, and it scares her. Surely, she’s explained this to you.”

“She has.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “I don't think that’s a reason not to give us a chance, that's all.”

“Look at it this way. What do you consider the worst situation you could find yourself in?”

He laughed. “Being naked in public, I guess. I don't know, why?”

“Imagine that dating Luna is being naked in public every single time you walk out the door. How would you deal with that?”

“I’d stay at arm’s length.” It was said with a sense of understanding and resignation. No matter how many times Luna had attempted to explain it, she would inevitably get emotional and it wouldn't come across in a way that made any sense to Davis. The way Reagan explained it summed it up perfectly.

“So, you see now? She wants to, but it’s hard. She’s focused on studying, and keeping her scholarship, and being an RA. She doesn't have the extra emotional space to worry about a true relationship with you. I don't know for sure, but maybe once you both graduate she'll have less on her plate.”

“Maybe.” Davis felt depressed at having to wait that long. “What about you? Why aren't you dating anyone? I've seen the looks some of the guys around here give you and it’s obvious they find you hot.”

Reagan sighed. It appeared that the tables had turned in her direction whether she liked it or not. “There was one guy, but it’s a really bad idea.”

“What about it is a bad idea?”

Reagan closed her eyes. She wanted to tell someone, wanted the weight off her shoulders for a change. “I didn't know it at the time that we . . . hooked up, but he’s a professor here.”

“Oh. That’s not great, is it?” Davis frowned for a second but he wasn't terribly worried over it. He didn't think the guy was chasing Reagan down or stalking her or anything.

“No. Um, he’s my lit comp professor.”

His brows went up. “So the two of you can't even give it a try.”

“No, and I know he doesn't want to, anyway. He told me to get out the last time I saw him.” She didn't add that it was in his office and not that long ago.

“Damn.” Davis got up and disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. Reagan cocked her head as she heard a drawer open and close and something rattling.

He came back with two pints of ice cream and handed one over with a spoon. Reagan wanted to laugh but didn't quite have it in her. “Thanks.”

“If we’re going to talk boys we might as well have ice cream to go with it.”

“If he were a boy it would be so much easier. He’s forbidden from me.”

“When you put it like that it sounds much juicier. What are you going to do?”

Reagan took the top off of her pint and dug in, swallowing the creamy chocolate ice cream and trying not to cry. “I don’t have a clue. I see him all the time and I want to go to him. Even though he was a dick the last time we were together, I think I understand his point. He would be fired if we were caught.”

Davis opened his own pint of ice cream. “But that makes it all the more tantalizing.”

“For you, maybe.”

“Okay,” he said around a mouthful before he swallowed. “So you wait the year. Or wait, do you have him next term?”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure I will. I already requested a transfer, but he’s got the only advanced class. I’ll be in it again next semester, so we have the remainder of the school year before we could even consider dating. I don't honestly know if he wants to, though. I think it’s only sex for him.”

“Well, Ray, have you seen yourself?” He indicated hourglass curves.

She laughed, appreciating his bluntness. “Thanks. There's not a line forming behind me or anything, so I can’t even seem to move on. I picture him all the time. I can’t get him out of my head.”

“Join the club, babe. That’s how I feel about Luna. Always there in the back of my mind, no matter what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“Yeah, but you love her. I don’t even really know him. I guess I just lust after him.”

“Probably because you can’t have him. It makes him irresistible.”

“He is irresistible,” Reagan murmured, picturing the beard that Hudson had grown back. His dark red hair was thick and wavy, his coffee-colored eyes mesmerizing. She loved the way he wore blazers every day, whether he had on jeans or slacks. She loved the way he would sometimes take his jacket off in the middle of a lecture and roll his sleeves up. There was something like a collective sigh from the females in the class when he did that. He was tall, and she felt dominated when he was inside her.

“Yo, Reagan.”

Blushing crimson, she snapped her head up. Davis chuckled. “Sorry.”

“Damn, girl, you were deep in fantasy land.”

She groaned. “I can’t help it!”

She didn't stay for that much longer. It was getting close to her curfew so she told Davis she’d see him the next day and headed out. She drove to his place rather than walk the short distance because she often stayed past the time it got dark, especially as night came earlier and earlier. She shivered on her walk back to her building from the parking lot and waved at the RA on her way to her room. She prayed that Lydia would keep her mouth shut and not be the usual pain in the ass. Reagan knew it was a pipe dream, and sure enough, Lydia was on the phone talking loudly when Reagan let herself inside.

Reagan silently set her purse on her bed and shrugged out of her coat, hanging it over the little desk chair. They each had a desk, a chair, a single bed, and a dresser. Reagan had brought plastic stacking drawers for extra storage and a few bins that went under the bed. She found her pajamas and her bathroom bag and left the room to head to the showers. It was the only way she could escape from her roommate after curfew.

She stripped inside the shower stall even though she was alone. There was no way to know when another girl would come in and she was too modest to walk around naked like some of the other girls did. When the water was warm enough she stepped under the spray. One of the things she loved was that the water got super hot quickly, the downside being that the spray was stingy. She soaped up, thinking about what Davis had said about her being hot. She never felt like that was terribly true. She didn't think she was ugly, or anything, but not exactly hot, either. She had great hair and a pretty face, but that was the extent of it as far as she was concerned. But when she was with Hudson, he made her feel like the hottest piece of ass he’d ever seen. She loved feeling desired so much. The thought that he couldn't keep his hands off her even when the outcome was so detrimental drove her crazy.

Reagan ran her hands over her breasts as she soaped herself and found her nipples hard. It wasn't cold in the bathroom, and the water was plenty hot. It was thoughts of Hudson that had her beginning to feel turned on. She recalled the third time they'd had sex in the hotel room, the time she kept locked inside her head and never let out. It was so hot, hotter than what they’d done in his office. It was something she could tell he enjoyed, and she wanted the chance to do it again, as long as it was with him. As she pictured it, her fingers roamed down her belly to the tangle of curls between her legs. She had never attempted touching herself at school before. She was positive that someone would walk in and know what she was doing if she got into it in the bathroom. But something about the idea of being caught excited her that night. She needed relief and she couldn't find it anywhere else.

One hand slipped to her clit and began to move in circles. Slowly at first, the other hand playing with her nipple, she began to excite herself. It wasn't as good, as satisfying, as what Hudson could do to her. He had brought her to a level she hadn't known existed and he had done it each time after the first. When her breathing picked up, Reagan moved one hand to the wall to brace herself and pictured Hudson as he pounded into her, picturing the look of rapture on his face as he lost control. He was so regimented in class, but not when they were alone. That was when he let himself go and showed her a world she had only dreamed of before that night. She bit her lip as the feelings overwhelmed her, needing to be silent. The orgasm came over her in slowly building waves, sensations that built and grew until she was gasping and squeezing her thighs together. She imagined Hudson watching her masturbate as the last of the tingles ebbed, and knew it was something she wanted to try with him.

She rinsed off and hurried to get out before someone noticed how long she’d been in there. She’d made it three weeks without him, but she was weakening fast. She had to devise a plan to get back into his pants before the end of the month.