FIRST DAY OF CLASSES

I watch as the students pile into my class. They all look a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I try to remember being that way, I try, and I fail. I can’t remember the last time I was that excited for much of anything.

Finishing up some notes, I wait for the clock to tick, until it’s exactly ten in the morning, on the dot. I’m a stickler for time and needing control. Perhaps it’s because I have such little control over my personal life that I try to overcompensate in my classroom? I’m not a psych professor, so I’m not going to dig too deeply into it.

Once the alarm on my phone beeps, I stand. I begin the first class session, by introducing myself to the entire group of students.

“I am Professor Thomas Jacobson, and you are in physics one-oh-one. If you are not signed up for this course and do not wish to be added, then you’ll need to leave. If you are not signed up for this course and wish to be waitlisted, please see me after I’ve dismissed everyone. For now, I’ll hand out syllabi and get started.”

It’s the same speech I give to every class. This is probably my most headache course. It’s one of those pre-reqs that students need to fill, and maybe only a quarter are actually interested. The rest are just trying to earn a passing grade.

My day continues on in a monotonous way, as the first day of classes always does. When it’s finished, I head home, toward my empty house. When I pull my car into the driveway, I sit and stare at the little off-white home. It’s a two story, but not grandiose in anyway. It’s a place where I imagined our family would grow, and yet, we’re stagnant.

Deciding I can’t go inside of that dark empty house tonight, I put my car in reverse and head toward a club. I don’t go to the clubs around here very often, they’re full of kids, but tonight I’m hoping to find one who will take my mind off of my shitty life for an hour or so. I’ll wake up feeling regretful as I always do, but right now I don’t care.

The line to get inside wraps around the side of the building and I snort. You’d think it was some fancy New York club, instead of a little eighteen and over place in Nebraska, aptly named Huskies. Parking my car, I slide out and straighten my shirt. I discard my tie, throwing it in the passenger seat of the vehicle before I bypass the line and head straight for the bouncer checking ID’s at the front door.

“Hey Professor Jacobson,” he chuckles. “C’mon in,” he announces stepping to the side.

He was a student of mine about two years ago, smart kid, he’s going to make something of himself one day, I just know it. Lifting my chin to him as I pass, I head toward the twenty-one and over section. I show my ID to get inside and I walk over to the bar.

“Corona,” I shout as the bartender waits for me.

He lifts his chin and less than thirty seconds later, there is an ice-cold beer in front of me. I throw down some bills, including a tip, and walk over to an empty table for two against the wall.

The walls are a thick clear Plexiglas so that you can see around the entire dance floor. There are lifted platforms, with metal bars around them, forming a cage where anybody can climb up and dance. It really is the perfect place for college kids.

I’m the oldest person, by about twenty-five years in the whole place. I should feel uncomfortable at that thought, but I don’t. I’m enjoying watching the women dance and the men try to join in. Then a flash of black catches my eye.

Turning slightly, I see her.

Her black hair is all the way down to her waist. Her curvy body is wrapped up tightly in a figure-hugging dress. She’s not as thin as most of the girls standing around her, her body has the curves of a woman instead of a girl.

My cock presses against the zipper of my suit pants as I watch her. She turns her head, showing me her profile as she smiles, talking to another girl, perhaps. I’m not sure, because I can’t take my fucking eyes off of her.

Some song comes on that has the entire crowd lifting their arms in excitement. She runs off, and I lose sight of her. I stay perched in my seat, my eyes scanning the crowd, looking for the luscious body encased in the bright blue dress to appear again. I don’t move for the next few hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of her from the front. The back and side of her wasn’t enough, I’m fucking greedy.

“Hey there, handsome,” a deep sultry voice says from in front of me.

I turn my head slightly and take in the woman sitting across from me. She has to be in her mid-twenties, her hair is light blonde, bleached, and her tits overly large and fake. I prefer a natural woman, but I’ve been so distracted tonight by the sable-haired beauty, that I haven’t even looked for another woman to fulfill my desires.

“Thomas,” I grunt.

She smiles, her eyelids dropping in an effort to seem submissive. I can tell by her demeanor that she is anything but. However, my cock is already hard, and she’s in front of me, the mysterious dark-haired woman isn’t. I’m a dick, I know, but I somehow think that she understands the score.

“Wanna get outta here?” I ask.

“My apartment is a block away.”

I stand, holding out my hand for her. She joins me and together we leave the loud club. I don’t know her name, and she only knows my first. I’ve never seen her before, and I’ll probably never see her again. All I know is that she’s over twenty-one and lives a block away from Huskies club.

When we arrive at her apartment, I’m surprised by how clean it is, how extremely tidy and put together. She doesn’t speak, and neither do I. Following behind her, we make the short distance to her bedroom in just a few strides.

Closing the door behind me, I turn around. Her black dress has been peeled off, and she’s standing in front of me, barefoot and completely naked. Not submissive in the slightest. Normally, it would be a turnoff. Today, I’m so on edge that it doesn’t matter. I pull a condom out of my pocket and wordlessly take my own clothes off.

The next hour, I aim to forget.

The next hour we’re just two bodies giving each other pleasure.

I’ll feel guilty tomorrow. I’ll feel regret tomorrow.

I feel anything but that right now.

Pressing my lips together, I stare at the syllabus. I don’t know how I’m going to pass this class. I glance up at the professor and I blush. His eyes roam over the classroom and for some reason, I wish they would stop on me. They don’t, it’s as though he’s looking, but he’s not seeing any of us.

I can’t see him well enough to guess at his age. I wish I would have chosen a seat a bit closer to the front. Something about him, about his flash of blue eyes, causes me to hitch my breath.

No matter how intimidating this class seems, I don’t think I could even attempt to drop it. I have a feeling that it’s going to be way too much fun to watch Professor Jacobson three times a week—every week. I don’t hear a word he says the rest of the class, content to just watch the way his luscious mouth moves.

Once my classes are finished for the day I meet up with my new girlfriends. Alison, Rachel, and Tawny. We’re all going out to this eighteen and over club that we found, called Huskies. But first, we’re going to get drunk in the parking lot. I’ve never been a big partier, but these girls are always ready for some fun, and I’m finally free, so I decide that it can’t hurt anything.

* * *

I’m so drunk. I reach for Alison’s hand and she wraps her fingers around mine with a giggle. We’re all pretty wasted. I met these three chicks at freshman orientation and we’ve been partying ever since. They must have a crazy tolerance for booze. They drank almost an entire bottle of vodka between the three of them in the parking lot before we came into the club. I only took a couple of shots and I’m extra tipsy as it is, I couldn’t imagine drinking more.

“Oh my God, do you see those guys over there?” Alison slurs.

I glance in the direction of where her head is facing. There are a group of guys standing around, they’re staring at us and it makes me uncomfortable. Their gazes are a little too comfortable as though they’re used to staring at girls and undressing them with their eyes.

“I’m fucking that blond one tonight,” Alison announces.

My eyes widen and I smile, shaking my head. Surely, she must be joking? I’ve been around a lot of girls, my sisters always had their girlfriends over as I was growing up, but I’ve never heard them talk like that before.

“Which one do you want?” she asks me.

My eyes flit from each guy and I bite my bottom lip as my eyes glance down to the ground. “I don’t think I’m going to do all of that,” I state. I can’t whisper because the music is loud but I don’t want to scream it either.

“Don’t be a prude. They’re football players, babe. They train for endurance, if you know what I mean,” she giggles wagging her eyebrows. She tugs me behind her and the other two girls huddle in close behind me and together the four of us walk over to the four guys.

I don’t tell her that I have a serious aversion to football players. My poor roommate, Jessa, is dating one. He’s the king douche of all douches, and I haven’t even officially been introduced to him yet.

Not to mention, the guy I lost my virginity to was the star of the football team in high school. He worked hard to get me on my back, and then when he had me, he jackhammered into me, broke my hymen, and then pretended like I didn’t exist. He was a complete dick. I basically don’t have a lot of faith in guys that play football.

My mind flits back to Professor Hottie Jacobson from earlier. Now, he’s someone I might consider flirting with for the night. His dark hair, and blue eyes, plus his full lips—it would be hard not to be attracted to him. I’m sure I shouldn’t be, he’s older and a professor, but that’s the kind of man I want. Not some guy who thinks he’s hot shit because he runs with a football.

“This is Russ, he’s hot, right?” Alison slurs as she shoves me toward some guy. Rachel glances at me and grins a little too widely.

All thoughts of my physics professor go out the window as Russ, wraps a hand around my waist to steady me, and his eyes search mine. He’s cute if I were into big, clean cut, guys. I prefer a little more scruff, and a little less bulk in a man. “Fuck, baby, you carry all that weight you got on your ass well,” he grunts. That’s when I know that he is definitely not the guy for me.

What a fucking asshole.

I try to take a step back from him, but his hand tightens on my waist. “C’mon, have a drink, hang with us a while.”

Looking between my friends and the guys they’re hanging all over, I let out a groan. I really don’t want to hang out with these people, not in the slightest. I also don’t want to walk back to campus alone in the dark. We all made a pact that we would go home together, although looking at them now, I’m not sure that the plan hasn’t changed.

I sigh in defeat. I don’t drink the water that Russ becomes almost insistent that I down. I pretend, dumping it out onto the floor when he turns his head. I’m thankful when his hand stays on my waist and travels no lower. Everything out of his mouth as the night progresses proves to me that he’s a giant fucking dickhead.

The DJ announces the last song of the evening and all the girls scream and drag the guys out on the dance floor. Russ looks down at me and I shake my head. “Bathroom,” I announce.

He watches me and a look crosses his face that I don’t quite understand. Turning from him, I walk as quickly as I can to the restroom. I stay in there as long as I can until I hear the song end, and the DJ announces that the club is now closed.

Peeking my head out of the bathroom all I see is a sea of people. I try to find my friends, but they’re nowhere to be seen. Ditched. Those bitches. I sigh and file in with the rest of the crowd as everybody heads outside.

I’m thankful when a big group of people head toward campus. I stick with them toward the back and follow them until I’m safely on campus. A few split off, but a few actually go all the way to my dorm building and I mentally cheer when I’m safely inside of the building.

Hurrying toward my door, I slip inside and look up to see Jessa asleep in her bed. Quietly, I undress, throwing on a pair of sleep shorts and t-shirt before I climb my ladder and slip between my sheets. I pull out my phone to see if any of the girls left me messages, but I don’t have any new notifications, messages, or missed calls.

I let out a sigh and close my eyes. I have classes tomorrow. I can’t stay out all night like this again, and with people who don’t really care if I make it home safe or not. This isn’t the crowd I should be surrounding myself with.

My brother, Kosmo, would be greatly disappointed in my decisions tonight. The guilt that niggles in the back of my mind is enough to make me decide that I’m done with the three blonde girls. I need to surround myself with the right crowd.