My Professor's Secret Obsession

Making Out in a Friend's Room

ACIR HILLS

“Where’s Cherry and Ryan?”

Preoccupied by the current situation, I almost forgot the reason why I was even here and the one who hosted this party. If Wesley finds out that I attended this party just to get Cherry out of my back, he wouldn’t really like that fact.

“In the pool.” Wesley wrapped both his hands on my waist.

Averting my eyes to the pool, I saw Ryan and Cherry openly making out in the pool like there aren’t almost hundreds of other people around the area. Well, it wasn’t much of a surprise anyway since the two are most likely fans of PDAs in general—even inside the university.

“At least they’re having fun,” I jokingly stated, then laughed.

“If you got here early, you would also be having that much fun,” he retorted, pertaining to the ‘making out’ part of Cherry and Ryan. But obviously, it would be the two of us doing that.

“Why did it take you so long to go here anyway?” Brittany sat down then gulped down her drink.

I stared at Ryan, assessing if I should tell him the truth or not. By the looks of it, Cherry didn’t tell him that I almost canceled earlier. If he knew, he might have a change of emotion right now.

Brittany and Ryan were waiting for my answer so I replied. “I was feeling under the weather–just a massive headache.”

“Oh that’s sad!” Brittany looked really concerned, eyeing me like a hawk.

“Do you want me to get some ibuprofen inside?” Wesley asked, his hand softly caressing my head.

“It’s not hurting that bad right now. I already drank some earlier and it seemed to work.”

Okay, it wasn’t really a lie, but it wasn’t also the truth.

“Then you shouldn’t really drink a lot right now, babe.” He kissed me on my temple and on my cheeks, he reeked of liquor but I didn’t bother telling him that.

“You lovebirds are an eyesore! I need more alcohol! I’m out of here.” Brittany jokingly said, even though it seemed like she really meant it. My eyes followed her back as she headed inside the house.

Wesley’s hand snaking on my waist ripped me back to the present. He tugged me closer to him as he buried his face on my neck. I sat there on the chair unmoving.

“Are you drunk already?”

He shook his head sideways. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

“You should sit up, Wes. You’ll get more dizzy like that.” I slightly pushed him.

“Just for a minute, babe.” he coaxed, hugging me tighter as if I was going to leave him any second.

Since it wasn’t much of a favor, I let him as I sat there waiting.

“What did you and Vince talk about earlier?” he casually asked, but there was a depth in his voice.

He saw me and Vince talking in the kitchen earlier? I thought he didn’t leave the pool area? And why haven’t I seen him inside?

“Vince just offered me a drink. He told me you guys were hanging here by the pool and you were all waiting for me to arrive.”

Wesley moved back a bit but didn’t let go of his hold on me; just enough to put a space and see my face. “Yeah? You look like you were having a lot of fun. All smiling and giggling while talking to him.”

“I was socializing, Wes.”

He scoffed. “Were you? Or were you flirting with him?”

My brows furrowed with his accusation. “I was simply having a conversation with the guy, Wes.” I said sternly.“Are you implying otherwise?”

“He was flirting with you!”

Thank god for the loud music blasting through the house right now or other people would’ve heard him right now. The least I want right now is catching some attention.

“And I dismissed him. I took another lighter drink than what he offered. I went straight here afterwards. It was just one simple conversation.”

He clicked his tongue, annoyed at my answer. “But he was flirting with you. I see the way he looks at you. I know this because I’m also a guy.”

For f***k’s sake I don’t need this right now!

“And you were the one I’m shoving my mouth into—not him! Why are you so worked up about it? We talked, he offered a drink, I refused, I left. Get over it, Wesley.” I said through gritted teeth.

His hold loosened up on my waist. “Vince is—”

“Did you see anything after I declined his advances?” I inquired.

This time, he went silent. His eyes dropped on my shirt, avoiding eye contact.

“Did you see anything else, Wesley.” I pressed.

He gazed back at me then answered. “No. I didn’t see anything. You left the kitchen then went here as soon as possible,” he admitted, now ashamed of his sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just thought you weren’t going to come. I called you and sent you a lot of messages asking where you are but you weren’t answering. Then when I went inside to grab more drinks, I saw you talking to Vince and I got upset about it.” The sincerity in his voice was evident. He seemed to understand that what he just did was wrong so I didn’t really dwell on it too much.

To be honest, he wasn’t really this clingy when we started dating. I know that he’s popular at the university because of his good looking face, but he was more of a snob and a jock from the start. Now that we are in the third month of dating, he has become more clingy and needy.

I’ve dated a lot of men before Wesley, but out of everyone, he was the most… overprotective.

“Acir! There you are!” Cherry screamed as they left the pool and headed towards me and Wesley. She pulled me into a hug, disregarding the fact that she was wet all over and didn’t bother drying herself in a towel before making contact. “It took you eons to get here!”

I had no choice but to return the hug and ignore that I was now damp.

“Hey! Nice to see you, Acir!” Ryan greeted, handing me a cup of booze. “You’re too sober,” he grins at me and at Wesley.

Instead of joining the teasing, Wesley was the one who reached for the cup. “She can’t drink a lot right now. Acir has a headache.”

Cherry rolled her eyes. “Girl! The cure for headache is alcohol itself. Go drink and have fun! I’m sure your headache will be gone by your third cup of vodka,” she laughed, making Ryan chortle.

“You’re making too much sense right now, baby.” Ryan told Cherry she bit her lower lip, seducing the man as if me and Wesley aren’t here.

It took Ryan five seconds before the two were kissing and making out right in front of our faces.

Of course, give a horny guy and a horny girl an inappropriate amount of alcohol in a party and what happens next? A lot of kissing and making out in public.

Wesley tapped Ryan at the back, stopping the two. “Okay, okay. You two should get a room,” he chided.

Ryan smirked. “You know what? You two should get a room,” he said.

What happened next was something I didn’t really anticipate. Ryan walked past Wesley and the next thing I knew, I was floating mid-air then was thrown into the pool like a goddamn dog.

~

I’m getting convinced attending this party was a bad idea.

“This isn’t funny, Ryan!” Despite the blasting music in the house, my voice echoed through the second floor. Ryan and Cherry were laughing like two idiots and Wesley was holding me with concern.

Due to the amount of alcohol Ryan had drank, he was insane enough to carry me and threw me in the swimming pool! Like who the f***k does that out of nowhere?

“You need to liven up a bit, Acir! Have fun. This is the last day of spring break and you’re being too serious at a party.”

“Ryan’s right, girl.” Cherry added. “We’re seniors now! We should enjoy college more. The next thing we know, we’re graduating and you missed all the fun.”

I was too cold and drenched to even comprehend what they were saying. In the back of my head, I wanted to tell them that they were taking life way flippantly. However, I’m aware that they make sense as well.

After all this is why I befriended them in the first place–to live a little… to make my life more fun than it is.

Dropping the argument, I turned to Cherry. “I don’t have anything to change into. I should head home.”

“No. No. No. You’re not bailing on me again, girly pops! I have some spare clothes here in Ryan’s room. You can wear them.” She went through his drawer and gave me the spare clothes.

“You can’t leave before the party ends! You just got here, Acir.” Ryan said with a grin.

“Well you were the one who threw me in the pool, idiot.”

He laughed, unoffended. “You had the memo that it was a pool party. You were the one who wore an outfit like you were going to see a metal rock concert. Anyways, the party’s not going anywhere. Head downstairs for more booze. We’re going to party until there’s no fu.cking tomorrow!” Ryan cheered and Cherry did the same.

“WOOOOO! PARTY!”

Both of them headed to the door, “Bye bye!” then closed it with a thud.

I stood there drenched in Ryan’s room with Wesley beside me. The water was slowly pooling on the linoleum floor because of my heavy clothes. Wesley noticed this too and quickly grabbed a floor mat to clean the mess.

“I’ll wash up and change so we can get out of here quickly.”

He sort of looked ashamed of what Ryan did to me, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he just nodded and said. “Okay, I’ll be right here.”

Sighing, I headed to Ryan’s bathroom. The space wasn’t big, but enough to do everything. It smelled like aftershave and it had a minimalistic vibe. I stared at myself in the mirror, all drenched and soaked. My hair was a mess. Although, it was a good thing that I didn’t bother putting on heavy makeup and just a light one or else I would look like a clown right now.

It took me less than ten minutes to wash up and change into Cherry’s clothes. However, I forgot that Cherry was a little bit thinner than I am. The yellow lace crop top and yellow lace mini skort was hugging my body tightly. My curves were visible as I stared into the mirror. The V style of the crop top made my breast more pronounced and my cleavage visible. Surely, this isn’t what I normally wear outside.

Why did I even agree to wear Cherry’s clothes? I forgot that we’re not the same size.

A knock on the bathroom door made me jump.

“Is anything wrong, babe?”

“Nothing, I’m just finishing up.” I said instantly.

Changing back into my clothes would just make a fool out of me cause I would prefer a dry clothes than my drenched one. Without thinking too much out of it, I exited the bathroom with my drenched clothes inside a plastic bag.

Wesley was sitting at the edge of Ryan’s bed and when he caught sight of me, his eyes twinkled in glee. “You look so beautiful, babe.”

My cheeks flushed. Even though I don’t wear these kinds of clothes, Wesley would tell me the same thing. There wasn’t much of a difference. He had always complimented me. It was something that I really liked about him.

I trotted closer to him. “Thanks, babe. It’s quite fitted, but it’s manageable.”

“God, it fits you perfectly, babe.” He tugged my waist into a hug while he was still sitting. I felt his hot breath on my stomach. “I think I don’t want you to go outside looking like this.” His words warmed my heart. Wesley jerked his face away, then met my eyes. “I’m sorry about earlier and I’m sorry for what Ryan did, babe.”

At first, I was still kind of disappointed since he didn’t confront Ryan for throwing me into the pool, but now that he was apologizing instead of him, I was starting to feel better.

I shook my head. “Ryan’s right anyways. I need to have more fun in my boring life.” We both laughed, but we both noticed the shift in the air.

Then he lifted my hips and legs on top of him. Now, it looked like I was straddling him.

“Someone might come in.” I told him.

“The door’s locked, and no one’s allowed on this floor.” he reassured and the next thing I knew, we were making out in Ryan’s bed.

Wesley kissed deeply and harsher this time, like he was hungry for me. I returned the kisses, getting intoxicated with the taste of alcohol in his mouth. Then I felt his hard member poking through my thigh. In just a nick of time, the lace crop top was gone as I continued grinding on top of him. Since my bra got wet, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“You have the most perfect breasts,” he said breathlessly before sucking on my ni.pples.

I let out a soft moan.

“Babe!” I shrieked when he changed our position. I was now laying on the bed while he was on top of me. He instantly found my lips and kissed me again, while both of his hands cupped and caressed my breasts. His tongue knocked for an entrance and I opened my mouth, our tongues dancing gracefully with each other.

Things stopped short when I noticed that he was unbuckling his belt. My alarms started to blare in my ears. I moved back for a moment.

“What are you doing, Wes?”

Bloodshot red eyes stared back at me. “I want to f***k you, babe.”

His words confirmed my worry, enough to push him off of me. “No. We’re not doing this anymore.” I reached for the crop top beside me and covered myself with it.

The action made Wesley grit his teeth. He snatched the crop top away from my hold, my chest bare, then threw it on the floor. “Please, babe. I need you.”

I shook my head. “Wesley, I don’t do se.x. Besides, you’re far from sober.”

He disheveled his hair. “We’ve been dating for three months. You’re still not giving yourself to me. You’re still not letting me f***k you.” The smell of liquor was now overpowering and that’s when I noticed the silver flask on the bed. A harder alcohol than what they were serving downstairs.

This isn’t Wesley anymore.

The lust and alcohol was getting in his head. Logic was now thrown out of the window. I tried calming myself to think on how I’m going to approach this. I grabbed the crop top on the floor and ran towards the door. But there is a flaw in that, one, pushing him away from me would require a lot of strength. And two, Wesley might catch up to me before I could even reach the door.

My adrenaline was crazily pumping inside me. Placing a hand on top of him, trying to calm him down. He looked at me, with much of a hope this time. “Let’s head down and drink a couple more beers, I can’t do this sober.” I reasoned out, trying to get out of the situation.

“Then we’ll come back here?”

I nodded. “I need more booze.”

He smiled then kissed me. When I asked for my crop top, he gave me his flask. “What is this?”

“Just drink this, babe.”

I gulped, biting the inside of my cheeks. “No. I don’t drink whiskey. There’s a lot of beer downstairs.”

“We’re not going downstairs. We’re staying here.”

“Let me wear my top first. It’s getting cold here.”

He got off of me, grabbed the crop top on the floor then passed it to me, and I quickly wore it. By the time he was sitting down next to me, I pretended to smell the liquor, almost cringing at the strong scent.

I stood up, feigning curiosity inside Ryan’s room when in fact I was just trying to see if there are other exits in here. Unless I wanted to jump off of a window, my only option was the door.

Wesley was too drunk to notice what I was doing. By the time I’m at the door, my hand was already on the knob. I was about to twist it when it burst open, making me stumble backwards.

Brittany welcomed my sight. “Cherry told me you two were here,” she looked at the two of us. Wesley was already laying his back on the bed, too drunk to even stop me. “Am I interrupting something?” She giggled as she walked closer, but was wobbling–too drunk to even stand up.

I wanted to thank her for interrupting, but kept it for myself. “Headache. I’m heading home. Bye, Brit.”

“Oh, okay?” She gave me a quick hug before walking towards Wesley. “You’re leaving him?” she slurred her words.

Brittany didn’t get any answer because I was already bolting out of the place.