Chapter 11
Grant
My alarm went off around ten that morning, and I woke up already feeling nervous about what the day was going to bring. I sat staring out the window, thinking about Kylie and how she made me feel. I could tell there was more there than lust, but I tried to ignore it, knowing it would complicate things, especially if Ben didn’t have feelings for her like that. I really didn’t want to mess the whole thing up. It was something I had been searching for, and Kylie fit the bill perfectly. I climbed out of bed and rubbed my face, thinking about the butterflies in my stomach. I was excited, sure, but this was more than that. This was fear.
We had gone out of our way to be meticulously careful about everything. Both Ben and I had careers we could lose, and Kylie would be expelled. The last thing I wanted was to get fired and end up teaching Intro to Business at some community college somewhere. Those were the kinds of jobs I would be forced to take if I got caught fucking a student at an Ivy League college. They didn’t play around with that kind of thing, especially since they wanted to keep a pristine reputation. I would hate to run into someone we knew and end up fumbling over words and getting caught having a raunchy night of hot sex in a hotel. I knew I could keep my cool, but I wasn’t sure that Ben could. He tended to bend under pressure and panic.
I considered calling him up and talking to him about it before we left so we could be prepared for anything, but that would only make him more nervous about it. There was only one thing worse than a surprised Ben under pressure and that was a nervous Ben under pressure. I needed to put it out of my mind and go with the flow. I mean, we really did come up with a pretty solid plan after all. Providence was a little less than an hour from where we lived, but not where many of the professors or students went. It wasn’t the fanciest of towns and really didn’t offer anyone anything that Boston couldn’t.
Still, it was only an hour away, and that was the part that made me nervous. I really didn’t think I would run into any professors out there, but you never knew about the other students. They tended to wander on the weekends. When I’d been a graduate student, I’d wandered all over the place trying to outrun the stress and pressure I went through going to the school. I would drive for hours sometimes just to have some coffee at a place outside of town. Of course, I was a bit of weirdo back then, feeling like I didn’t belong at the school, mostly because of the way I looked at women and sex. I didn’t have anyone I could talk to when I was in school, and Ben was so far behind me that I wouldn’t have confided in him even if I had known him then.
I got up and walked into the bathroom, splashing some water on my face. I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror, noting that I seriously needed to shave before I left. Ultimately, there was an easy chance we could run into someone from the school, but what was the likelihood we would run into a student who knew all of us? It was small, and I was worrying entirely too much about the whole thing. I shook the thoughts from mind and took off my clothes, jumping into the hot spray of the shower. I washed well and trimmed up below, wanting to make everything nice and sexy for Kylie.
I got out of the shower and got ready, shaving my face, getting dressed, and packing a light bag in case we decided to stay the whole night. At least when I left, I could feel clean and refreshed, especially if I did happen to run into someone I knew. When I was done packing the bag, I jumped in the car and sent Kylie and Ben a message letting them know I was heading out. The plan was for them to leave twenty minutes after and go to two separate places until I sent them word to come on up to the hotel. That way, we weren’t all arriving at the same time.
When I got to the hotel, I checked in, taking one key as to not raise suspicion. The front desk clerk was sweet and looked like a younger and more innocent version of Kylie. I took the elevator to almost the top, getting out and heading down to one of the master suites. I knew we didn’t need that much space, but these rooms were spread out for privacy, and that was what I wanted the most, privacy. I got to the room and put my stuff down, checking out the place quickly. There was a California King bed, which was going to be useful for all the things Ben and I had planned. There was a stereo that piped music into the bedroom—perfect—and a fridge stocked with wine and water as I had requested. I was excited to get started. I only needed to get the two of them to the hotel.
I picked up my phone and sent Ben a text, letting him know I had gotten to the room. When he arrived, I would text Kylie, and we would all have gotten there at separate times. I knew it was a bit anal retentive, and even Ben said that, but you could never be too careful with these kinds of things. I walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, popping the cork and pouring a glass for myself. Kylie liked chardonnay, so that was what I had ordered. I figured if we wanted red, we could order it during dinner. I wanted everything to be perfect for Kylie. All emotional feelings aside, this was the first experience of being a true submissive for her and with two doms, which I could imagine might be overwhelming. I wanted her to feel comfortable so she was willing to relax and open up during sex. It wouldn’t be any fun for her or for us if she were tense and anxious.
I walked across the room and sat down in one of the chairs that faced the patio doors. It would have been a pretty view if it weren’t Providence, but none the less, I sat there staring out over the city. That was where I waited, my mind shuffling through all kinds of thoughts, from my feelings for Kylie to the danger we were putting ourselves in to carry on with all of this. My brain was wishy-washy, one minute feeling like everything would be fine and the next battling with paranoia that someone was going to catch us. How long could we really keep this up and expect not to be caught? If Kylie graduated, it would no longer be an issue, but she had quite a bit of time left.
I sipped my wine, the cool liquid trickling down my throat and calming me down. I had always been level-headed, a clear thinker, but there was something about Kylie that turned me into this worrisome maniac. Maybe I had more feelings for her than I realized I did. Either way, they would be arriving soon, or at least Ben would, and we could clear all this from my mind and get started on an amazing night at the hotel. I finished my glass of wine and looked up as I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and looked out the peephole, seeing Ben standing there. I opened up and smiled, stepping to the side and shaking his hand.
“Everything good?”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Everything went smoothly. Go ahead and text Kylie. It’ll take her a good ten minutes or so to get here. I think she’s at the bookstore a few blocks away.”
I nodded and walked over to my phone, sending her a text with the room number. Ben took his bag into the bedroom, and I chuckled listening to him whistle at the size of the bed. He unloaded the toys that he’d brought on the dresser and then walked back out, taking a glass of wine from me and clinking my glass. He followed me back over to the window and scrunched his nose at the view, making me laugh. He sat down next to me and propped his feet up on the wall, leaning back and taking in a deep breath. I could tell he was relaxed now, and I didn’t want to give him any reason not to be, so I stayed away from the subject of getting caught.
“I can’t believe we’re here.” Ben laughed. “We are on the third rendezvous with our submissive. I never thought I would actually get the chance to say that. It’s pretty amazing.”
“I know,” I said, shaking my head. “I seriously thought I was going to have to give up on being a dom. Put away the hat and settle down into a normal sex life with a normal girl.”
“That sounds miserable.” He chuckled.
“Yeah,” I scoffed. “If Kylie doesn’t work out, that may be exactly what I end up doing. Searching is exhausting, disappointing sex is exhausting, and catching feelings for a girl who ends up not really liking to be submissive is exhausting. I didn’t realize how big a part of my life it was until I didn’t have it.”
“Can I be honest about something?”
“Sure, man,” I said.
“I think I have feelings for Kylie,” he said, looking over at me.
“Me too.” I sighed. “I was hoping you would, too, but I wasn’t going to bring it up.”
“That’s great, man,” he replied. “We should get to know her better, let her get to know us. I mean I’ve never been in this situation before, but anything is workable, right?”
“I think so,” I said, smiling.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and I nodded at Ben who got up and stood by the couch in the open floor plan of the hotel room. I walked over and opened the door, smiling at Kylie who was standing there in a long black trench coat and heels. I stepped to the side and watched as she walked in, gawking at the elegance of the place.
“Not what I expected for Providence.” She giggled. “I am impressed.”
“Good. Let me take your coat,” I said, leaning forward.
As I pulled her coat off her shoulders, my mouth dropped open and so did Ben’s. She was wearing a super-tight, very low-cut black dress that came down to her calves. The back was completely open and dived down to right above her ass. Her long dark hair was curled loosely and fell down her back and over her shoulders. She looked amazing, and we were both immediately turned on. I cleared my throat, trying to push the urges away, and walked over to pour her a glass of wine.
“Thank you.” She smiled as I handed it to her.
“So, we figured it would be nice to get to know each other,” I explained. “Relax, order food, and talk for a while.”
“That would be nice,” she said, smiling sweetly at Ben.
So, that was what we did. We ordered a bunch of food from room service and sat around comfortably in the living room talking about everything outside of the realm of the bedroom. Kylie told us about growing up with a single mother, her grandfather’s publishing house, and what her aspirations for the future were. Ben talked about his family and his goals to be the youngest tenured professor in the university’s history, and I talked about my life too. All three of us took a few minutes to be vulnerable, but that didn’t last forever. As I watched Kylie lounge back in the chair with her feet propped up on Ben’s lap and her body curving in all the right places, heat started to rise.