Steamy Night With My Professor

At The Bar

AURELIE

I stormed into the room with a rage that made my entire body shake.

Jason moved first, scrambling to yank his trousers up with shaky hands. He slowly moved toward me, his mouth opening and closing with nothing coming out.

Then he let out a loud sigh. “Aurelie, listen. It’s not——“

Before he could complete his words, I landed a slap on his face.

His eyes widened. “What the f**k is wrong with you?”

I scoffed. “What is wrong with me?” I asked, a loud dark sinister chuckle escaping my lips.

“Yes. What is wrong with you? You barge in here like——“

“I barged in?” I thundered, closing the distance between us. “You bastard. You are standing in my guest room with your trousers at your ankle and your c*m dripping down my best friend lips and you are angry at me for barging in?”

“It’s not—,” he began, running his fingers through his hair. “It’s not how it looks.”

“How long?”

“Stop this, Aurelie.”

“I f*****g asked how long!”

Heavy silence ensued in the room. His eyes wandering around the room, refusing to meet mine.

“Two years,” he finally answered.

My breath left my lungs. Two years. I have been with Jason for three years.

Two out of three years. Two years of I love you, you are overthinking it and nobody makes me feel the way you do. Two years of my trying harder, pushing forward and making myself less boring and quieter so he would stay.

I turned to Luca, the best friend I used to tell all my relationship problem to.

He was still on the floor, not moving with his head buried in his lap.

“Look at me, Luca,” I said coldly.

He did. His eyes begging me to understand.

“You introduced us. You sat across me for three years and listened to me talk about him, complain about my suspicion and you told me I was overthinking it. That it would all work out at the end and this whole time you—“

The words got stuck in my throat as the betrayal hit me hard.

“Aurelie,” he began, his voice breaking. “I wanted to tell you. I swear I wanted to come clean. I even tried leaving signs but you were too fixated on being hooked to Jason to even notice anything around you.”

Blood rushed to my ears at his words. I raised my hand to hit him but it got caught mid-air by Jason.

“Let it go,” he started. “Forgive me this one time. I swear it won’t happen again. Despite how bring you are, I love you dearly Aurelie.”

I yanked my hand from his grip and hit him hard again across the cheek. I was about to go for a second round when a soft chuckle filled the room.

Chloe.

She stood in the doorway, her small frame resting against the doorframe. She was not shocked. Her eyes gave her away, she was enjoying this.

Her eyes met mine and a small smile crossed her lips.

Tears threatened to drop than my cheeks but I held it in. I picked up my bag I had dropped at the doorway and walked out.

“Aurelie, wait,” Luca called out but I ignored him.

I sprinted down the stairs toward the living room where the party was still happening, where people were still laughing and had no idea that four rooms above their heads my entire life had just been quietly taken apart.

My mother called my name behind me but I ignored. Then came Becca’s worried voice.

“AURELIE!” Becca screamed but I didn’t stop.

“AURELIE, STOP!” By this time, I was already out of the time and onto the roads.

A car horn blared. Headlights flooded my vision. Someone’s hand grabbed my arm and yanked me backward so hard I lost my balance, falling against a solid chest.

“What the f**k is wrong with you?” Becca screamed in my ear. “You almost died!”

I was trembling in her arms. “Let go of me.”

“No. Absolutely not. You’re clearly having some kind of psychotic break and I’m not letting you get hit by a car. I need you to calm down and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Let go, Becca.”

“No.”

I wrenched my arm free. The motion sent me stumbling sideways and I caught myself on a lamppost, breathing hard, dress torn at the shoulder, looking exactly like the pathetic try-hard they all said I was.

Becca’s face crumpled. “Aurelie…”

*****

I poured myself another shot of tequila. I had no idea the amount of cups I had drowned at this moment.

I just knew I wanted to drink until I forgot about Jason and Chloe and there was nothing left.

“Babe, pace yourself please,” Becca said. I had told her everything that happened and she was just as stunned as I was.

"Becca. I am going to drink and I am going to dance and at some point tonight I am going to do something I probably shouldn't and you are going to let me because it is my birthday and my best friend was on his knees for my boyfriend for two years. Okay?"

Becca let out a tired sigh, closing her mouth.

I took my drink and made my way onto the dancefloor.

The music was bass heavy, I let it take over me completely. Swaying my hips in ways I would never have.

I didn’t notice the man behind me until he grabbed my waist, slowly bringing his hand toward my butt.

I pulled back but he didn’t let go.

“f*****g get your hands off me.”

“Relax, let’s just enjoy the night together.”

Was this what Jason whispered into Luca’s ears all those nights he was unreachable.

Disgust and rage rushed through me and without thinking, I balled my fist and shoved it hard into his face.

A loud groan escaped the man’s lips as he held his nose. He raised his hand, about to retaliate but it got caught mid-air.

“I’ve got this,” the man said, his gaze locked on mine.

The man who had touched me immediately released himself from his grip and disappeared into the crowd.

With an eye roll, I turned and began to walk away.

“You were about to cause a scene.”

“It’s a club. It’s already a scene.”

“Are you alright?”

"I'm fantastic," I said. "It's my birthday."

"Happy birthday." He glanced at the empty glass in my other hand. "How many of those?"

"Not enough."

"Come on," he said. "Let me get you some water first. Then you can go back to destroying yourself."

"That's the most honest thing anyone has said to me all day."

I followed him to the bar. I don't know why. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the fact that he had stepped in without making it into something, no performance, no you owe me now, no sideways smile that said he expected something in return. He had just handled it and stepped back like it was nothing.

Like I was worth handling it for.

We ended up talking. I don't know exactly when the water became another drink or when the bar stools became close enough that our knees were touching or when his green eyes became the thing I was most focused on in a room full of noise and light.

His lips turned up in a smile. “So, what do you do? When you are not having the worst birthday in history?”

“I study economics.” I made a face.

“Boring, right?”

“Not boring, per se.” He tilted his head. “I teach. Well. Sort of. It’s complicated.”

“What do you teach?”

“Macroeconomics.”

I rolled my eyes. Of all courses to teach… it would be that.

I stared at him. He stared back and then, because the universe clearly had a sick sense of humor, I started laughing.

“I’m failing macroeconomics like… catastrophically. My professor probably thinks I’m brain dead.”

“Maybe you need a better teacher.”

“Maybe I do.” The space between us suddenly hummed with something I couldn’t name, something that had nothing to do with tequila and everything to do with the way his knee brushed mine under the counter.

“I’m Max,” he said. “I’d like to know you better”

“I’m Aurelie. I’d like to know you more,” I whispered, suddenly breathless.

“Wanna go some place quiet?” He asked.

I nodded, momentarily forgetting that I had come here with Becca.

The night air hit me the moment we stepped outside. He led me to a black mercedes and I didn’t ask questions. I just got in.

The door had barely closed before his mouth found mine. His hand snaking around my waist.

It was nothing like the careful kisses I had with Jason. This was urgent, tasted like whiskey and bad decisions but I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up slowly, his mouth never leaving mine. When his fingers found the edge of my underwear, I pulled back just enough to look at him, his green eyes dark, his breathing unsteady.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Don't stop," I said.

His finger slid between my thighs, deep into my core and i exhaled loudly, my head falling back against the seat.

A loud gasp escaped my lips as his thumb circled my c**t. “Max——“

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered quietly against my ear.

“Stop teasing me.”

A smile crossed his lips and before I could say jack, he was deep inside me, eliciting a loud moan from me.

I stopped thinking about everything except the way his c**k felt in me.

Tonight I was someone else.

Someone who took what she wanted.

And what I wanted was him.