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  “Who ya talking too?” I smiled, all my teeth showing. Her eyes darted up to mine as she slid the phone into the front pocket of her jeans right away. There was a look of anger, mixed with sadness in her eyes and I wasn’t sure why.

  “Oh no one. Just this guy I met. He’s a total tool though so I totally won’t be going out on another date with him.” That explained her sudden mood change and from that second on I vowed to make this night one of the best. We would watch movies, eat popcorn, snuggle and talk gossip for the rest of the night, and not once would I bring up Andrew or any of the anxiety I was feeling about him and I.

  I shoved all my emotions to the back burner and ignored my phone for hours as Carrie and I basked in the glory of happiness with copious amounts of wine, and laughs so many so, that I was sure I was going to pee my pants.

  “I have to pee like a damn race horse. All the wine.” I snickered. “I’ll be back in a few.” I assured her, slipping from the room and heading down the hall to the women’s bathroom.

  As soon as I made it inside the stall a low humming sound came from my pants. My cell had been vibrating all night but I refused to look at it knowing it would do nothing but deter me further from spending the evening emotionally free.

  Against my better judgment I plucked the vibrating IPhone from my pocket and looked through the text and missed calls. Two missed calls from Andrew and one from my mom, along with a dozen or so text messages.

  I scrolled through them all, stopping on the one that stood out the most to me the last one that Andrew had said.

  Andrew: We need to talk. It’s important. Meet at the diner on eleven tomorrow at one.

  My stomach churned and the contents inside it threatened to come up. Was he breaking up with me or did he just want to meet up and talk things over? I blinked, tears forming in my eyes because of the unknown. Had I fallen for a man that I couldn’t keep?

  I swallowed forcing air into my lungs and finished up going to the bathroom. Slipping my phone into my front pocket I washed my hands, and wiped away a couple stray tears knowing if I didn’t Carrie would know right away what was going on and I refused to let her know I had made a bad choice.

  Putting my mask back in place I headed back to the dorm room. Professor Caldwell would be the only thing on my mind tonight.

  Chapter Eight

  Andrew

  Me: I know who you are Carrie, and if you think you’ll get away with telling rumors to people that you have no proof of then I will be sure to have you removed from my class.

  I sent the message knowing what would come from all of this. Carrie. Ava’s best friend was the one behind all of this. The person who refused to let us have our very own happily ever after.

  With some research and a whole lot of Vodka I discovered just who it was and honestly I wasn’t all that surprised. I’m smart, a professor, not smart enough to sleep with his students but smart enough to know when another student has jealously issues and Carrie is jealous very fucking jealous.

  Carrie: I don’t need the grade as bad as Ava, but I might be willing to strike a deal with you. It’s going to involve your eight-inch cock though. If you fuck me, I’ll keep my mouth shut. If you don’t I’m going to tell every single person that will listen.

  My teeth ground together. You know what I hated more than a cheating student, a really shitty friend and that’s what Carrie was. I took a moment to digest the message and then shot a text over to Ava telling her to meet at one of the local diners. I didn’t know what she was doing tonight and hadn’t heard from her all day but I was sure she knew how deep my feelings ran for her.

  She had to know that even though times were stressful between us that I would do anything I could to make things right for us. She was my everything now, and I would do whatever was needed to protect her, us.

  I glanced down at the text Carrie sent knowing damn well I wouldn’t even betray Ava like she wanted me too. The only woman who would be getting my cock was the woman I loved.

  Me: I will not fuck you Carrie. Not now. Not ever.

  I hit send and the message flew out into the unknown. I could always forward the message to my boss and let him know that there was a student that wanted to fuck me and that was why I was resigning. Either way I was going to be resigning from the school. It was the one thing I could do to protect Ava and I’s future from being destroyed. She had worked so hard for her degree. I wasn’t going to let it all be ripped away because she decided to sleep with me.

  Fuck. I needed to let off some steam but had no real way of doing so. I could go for a jog or down to the gym I suppose. A smirk pulled at my lips as I realized what kind of release I needed.

  Ava was busy. I was pissed. But I had a hand, and no one knew me quiet like I did myself. Gripping the waistband of my sweatpants I shoved them down over my cock letting the fucker spring free.

  I licked my lips in anticipation, my fingers wrapping around my stiff cock. Warmth that only sexual need could give me filled my belly. Oh how I wished it were Ava’s small hand gripping my length.

  “Fuck!” I hissed out, my grip almost painful as I stroked my length up and down. I was fucking turned on, and so angry all at the same time. Having been with Ava the night before just wasn’t enough. I needed her every night, every day, and every second. I squeezed my cock harder, forcing my release. Tingles of pleasure shot up and down my spine and I sat for a moment, letting the peacefulness I felt from my release wash over me.

  I fucking loved Ava. It was true. I could feel it in my soul. It was a raw feeling, foreign and almost painful but it was there, and if I touched the spot just right I could feel the love she felt for me too.

  “Sweet, sweet Ava. What did I ever do to get so lucky…”? I whispered to myself, while wiping away the, cum that cradled at my waist. My eyes blinked closed for a moment an image of Ava looking up at me while she sucked me off. There was secureness in her eyes, and I should’ve known then that I wanted her for more than just a fuck buddy.

  Pulling out my phone, I screenshot the message that Carrie sent me, and then I told my boss that I was resigning and that it would be effective as of tomorrow. I didn’t care if Ava was upset about it. She would have to understand that it was for the better good of both of us. I could find a job anywhere in the city. I couldn’t find another her though.

  I clicked send on the email and leaned back onto my pillows. Sleep was just within reach the only thing that would make it better was having the woman I loved right beside me.

  ***

  I knew the moment that Ava stepped foot in the diner, because her sweet scent filled my nostrils. I took her small form in as she walked over to the booth I had gotten us. I figured this diner was far enough away from the city and college that we may go unnoticed by anyone, giving us both a little time to ourselves together.

  My body hummed with a need I didn’t quiet understand how to feed. Ava was, beautiful as always wearing a dark plum dress that hung mid-thigh on her, with a pair of white heels. I was salivating by the time she took her seat next to me.

  “You look absolutely delectable. I should slip underneath this table right now, and eat you out.” I grinned at her, completely ready to do as I as just said. Her cheeks grew red, and I knew she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.

  “Before we get to that…” I could feel tension rising between us. “Are you breaking up with me? I mean are we even an item? We never discussed it but I’m assuming we are… or were…” She trailed off slipping some hair behind her ear nervously. It seemed like every time we were alone a nervousness came out in her.

  I reached under the table, my fingers slipping underneath her dress, and lingering against her thigh.

  “I never would’ve fucked you, and risked a lot more than my job if I didn’t want this with you. Shit’s been going on. Shit that we need to talk about. Just know that never, not even once have I thought of leaving you or anything that we’ve worked up too. I want you.” I squeezed her thigh hard. “I want you
r pussy, your kisses, your moans of pleasure. I want fucking you. Understand?” I narrowed my eyes making sure she understood every word that I was saying.

  “I understand…” She trailed off the tension in her seeming to evaporate instantly. Had she been holding that in this whole time? Suddenly the diner seemed to formal of a place for us to be discussing things. The need to get her alone was consuming me. I wanted to ravage every inch of her body if need be. I needed to be able to prove myself to her at any second, and I couldn’t do that her

  “Let’s go.” I ordered. She looked at me with a bewildered expression before moving out of the booth. My fingers connected with hers, and I pulled us out of the diner and out to my car.

  As soon as we were both inside I was on her, like a man starved of oxygen. My lips pressed against hers harshly, a deep moan escaping both of us.

  “I have to tell you something…” She panted pushing a hand against my chest. I forced myself to pull away so that she could talk. She stared at me with fuck me eyes, and I gripped the center console forcing my grip to remain there.

  Deep breathes. It was taking serious restraint not to shove her dress up and rip those lace panties from her pussy.

  “I told Carrie about us. I didn’t want too but it’s just… She’s my best friend and I knew if there was anyone that I could trust it would be her.” I was taken back by her admission. I never expected her to come out and tell Carrie everything. This changed things, at least a little bit. It meant that Carrie knew how serious Ava and I were. It also meant she was an even shittier friend than I had expected.

  As badly as I didn’t want to tell her about the things her so called best friend was doing behind her back I felt a need to be open and honest with her, especially about this. Everything that I was about to say killed the mood for me, as I’m sure it was going to do the same for Ava.

  “I need you to look at me baby…” I sighed, wondering if she was going to assume I had taken her up on the offer. Ava’s emotions were fragile and I didn’t want her running from me when she had nothing to run from.

  “I’m sorry Andrew. I’m sorry…” Tears swam in her eyes and I had to stop the pain. I had to stop the tears from falling.

  “Shhh. Don’t cry. None of this is worth crying over, none of it. I didn’t want to ruin seeing you by telling you something so shitty but the other night at dinner at your families house I got a text message from someone.” I inhaled a breath watching her facial features to make sure she was still with me. “The text said something along the lines of she knew I was fucking you, and that she was going to tell the school board, which lead to another text message where I confronted her on who she was…” I paused.

  “While who the fuck is the bitch?” Ava’s mood had changed. She went from emotionally distressed to pissed in two seconds and I fucking loved it. I smirked at her briefly living in the moment of chaos with her.

  “Listen to me carefully because I don’t want you to go and do anything just yet. I was able to do some searching online and discovered the number belonged to Carrie.” Ava’s eyes filled with shock, her hands trembling as she brought them up to her head in despair.

  “No. She wouldn’t. It has to be a lie Andrew. She’s my best friend. She wouldn’t do something like that.” Ava wasn’t going to believe that much I assumed, but I had to tell her because If I wanted this to work between us there needed to be nothing but completely honesty.

  Cupping Ava’s cheeks in my hands and forcing her to look me straight in the eyes I finished what I wanted to say. “She told me she wouldn’t tell anyone if I fucked her like I did you. If I gave her a taste of my cock she wouldn’t go to the school board. Do you know how fucked up that is?” I was seething on the inside, but my touch was gentle against Ava’s cheeks.

  Her sea blue eyes squeezed shut and when they opened again a choice had been made. I could feel it, deep down in my soul.

  “You’re lying to me.” Her teeth clashed against each other, tears swarming her eyes as soon as our eyes connected. I released my hold on her, and pulled away as if she had slapped me. My mind was reeling. How had she come to that conclusion? I had done nothing to make her think I was going to hurt her, or threaten our relationship.

  “Ava…” I shook my head, gripping the steering wheel firmly in my hands. I was furious, not so much with Ava, but with Carrie and the entire fucking situation.

  “Don’t.” She raised her hand to stop me from speaking, her beautiful face twisted in anguish. “I’m done with this. I don’t care what you have to say. I love you. I want you. I want this to work but I can’t listen to you tell me you think my best friend, the woman I’ve endured countless college memories with is trying to blackmail you, or me.”

  She reached for the door handle and my entire world tipped upside down. My fists clenched and my body begged me to make her stay, to reach out and stop her. To pull my phone out and show her the proof, yet would she even believe me? If she didn’t believe my word, why would she believe any type of proof?

  “I love you.” I whispered, just as she slipped out of the car. She slammed to door hard and I watched as she walked on wobbly legs to her car forcing myself to remain inside the car. I had to prove to Ava that it wasn’t me that was lying. I had to show her how much I fucking wanted this, us.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath trying to calm my breathing, and erratic heartbeat.

  She loves you. She wants you. She want’s this.

  No one could make her wither like I could. No one could make her beg for a release like I could. She was mine. Forever. For always.

  Chapter Nine

  Ava

  Tears stained my cheeks, as my chest heaved out another breath. My heart was beating but was it really? Ever since I walked away from Andrew the day he told me my best friend was the one that was blackmailing us I felt like a piece of my soul was missing.

  I needed the man like I needed my next breath yet I refused to listen to him, and believe him? A sob escaped my lips, as I wrapped my arms around my legs praying that my grip could hold me together.

  I had texted Carrie and heard not one single thing from her, which only made my mind run rampant more. This issue wasn’t something I should really be doing over text. Andrew had texted me a dozen times confessing his love for me, all while reminding me why I couldn’t give up on us.

  I needed to talk him too, but I just didn’t know what to believe and with Carrie missing in action there just wasn’t enough information for me to form a good call. Squeezing my eyes shut I shoved all the pain back inside, putting an invisible band-aide over wound.

  Once I felt that I had composed myself enough I got dressed, and put on some light make up. Going and talking to Andrew wouldn’t be such a bad thing right now I tried to assure myself even though I just wanted to be in his presence more than anything.

  I made my way down to the East wing auditorium, each step ringing out and bouncing off the other buildings. My legs carrying me to exactly where they knew I needed to go. Anxiety ate away at my emotions as soon as I entered the building and headed for the door. The sound of a female voice just on the other side of the door caused my steps to falter.

  “I told you if you fuck me, that I’ll let everything between Ava and you go.” I bit the inside of my cheek, bile rising in my throat. Blood pooled inside my cheek, the need to scream out in anger was all consuming.

  “And I told you my relationship with Ava is far more important than any fling you could offer me. Now get the fuck out because I never want to see your face again.” I could feel the venom in Andrew’s words and felt immediate guilt for the things that I had said to him.

  Carrie laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh out loud kind of laugh, it was cruel evil laugh. It enraged me more that she continued to carry on like none of this bothered her. I should’ve listened to him.

  “You mean this…” There was a pause, and the sound of clothing hitting the floor. I took my hand placing it over my mouth to stop the ang
ry shrill from coming out. Looking through the slit in the door I watched as Carrie removed her blouse and her bra. She stood before my boyfriend completely naked.

  “Doesn’t appeal to you more than her boney body? You’re willing to pass up fucking me and risk the chance that the school may find out about your little love bird?” She snarled.

  “Fuck this!” Anger fueled me as I ripped open the door. I didn’t care about anything else. I heard enough to know that Andrew wasn’t lying to me and that I had made a really shitty choice in friends.

  I didn’t feel any pain only anger as I walked right up to her a mixture of shock and excitement filling her eyes. “Thank God you’re here Ava. He told me to take off my shirt or he would fail both of us.” She pretended to fake cry and I did the one thing that I had wanted to do all while waiting outside that door the entire time.

  Pulling my hand back, I swung my open hand landing against her cheek hard. Andrew looked at me with awe as if he was completely smitten by me and the fact that I had just owned my man.

  “You’re a fucking liar. You couldn’t just be happy for me. It always has to be about you Carrie. Always. While newsflash it’s not. I’m not sorry for what’s happened because you brought this all on yourself.” I screamed, unable to hold myself back. I was angry, seething, an inferno of emotions.

  “You fucking whore.” Carrie’s face came back to mine a bright red slap showing on her right cheek. “You slept with our fucking teacher for a passing grade and I’m the bitch? I’m the bad fucking friend? Jesus if I had to hear one more ‘I love him’ I was going to slap the fuck out of you.” I was shocked, and that shock forced me to take a step back away from her.