My Not So One-Night Stand

Part Two

The room is silent. All eyes are on Katie, while hers are on her one-night stand, sitting in the back of her classroom. She takes a few seconds to collect herself once she realizes where she is and what she's doing. 

Introductions. Right. 

Katie clears her throat before introducing herself to the class. "Welcome to cognitive psychology. I'm Ms. McGrath, your professor for this semester."

Katie circles around her desk, grabbing her clipboard underneath the pile of syllabi. She leans against her desk, crossing her legs in front of her as she starts at the top of the list.

One by one, each student raises their hand as she takes attendance. She marks a respectable check or cross, depending on their attendance. When she gets to the middle of the attendance sheet, she halts. The name. Her name. 

"Aurora Miller," Katie calls out, eyes burning a hole into her clipboard as she stares at the name. 

Slowly, Aurora raises her hand, just slightly above her head. "Here," she answers, her eyes finally capturing the woman at the front of the classroom. 

Katie glances up from her clipboard for just a second, which she instantly regrets. Her mind is instantly filled with images of Aurora's blonde hair cascaded across Katie's pillow, lips curled into a perfect O with a faint flush to her cheeks. 

Katie marks Aurora as present before continuing down the rest of the list. Once complete, she sets the clipboard down, gathering the stack of syllabi. As she walks down each row of desks, passing a syllabus to each student, she gives a brief overview of the class and what to expect. As she walks up Aurora's aisle, the air becomes thick, making it hard for her to breathe. Her hand begins to fumble as she struggles to separate the packets from one another. 

As she reaches Aurora, she tries to remain as calm as possible. She's just like any other student. Yeah, a student she slept with. She passes her a packet, Aurora's arms reaching up, meeting her professor halfway out of courtesy. 

That's when she saw it. The faint red marks on Aurora's arm. Heat pools between Katie's legs as the memories of last night flooded her mind. Aurora gripping the red satin rope around her wrists as Katie pounded into her like no tomorrow. Her eyes linger on the marks for a moment. 

And by no surprise, Aurora notices her stare. 

Katie turns around, letting the sound of her three-inch heels against the cheap tile radiate through the room as she returns to her desk, leaning against it once again. She fights the urge to use the syllabi as a fan to cool her down from her increasing temperature, brought on by none other than the student in the back row.  

"Right, so office hours," Katie begins at the top of the page. 

Aurora leans back in her seat, syllabus held up between her hands. She tunes out Katie's voice but focuses her gaze on her. She starts at her heels that rest on the cream-speckled tiles.  Followed by her smooth, lean legs. The contrast of Katie's black pencil skirt against her pale thighs does something to Aurora's insides as her eyes trail upward, settling on the way her full chest stretches the fabric of her shirt, threatening to pop if she so much bends too far. 

As Aurora's intense gaze settles on the top of her blouse where the top two buttons rest unbuttoned against her collarbones, her insides turn to liquid. 

Now it's her mind filled with memories of last night. Memories of her scratching red lines down Katie's shoulder blades. Memories of her with her thigh resting on Katie's shoulder as she cried out in pleasure as she railed her hard enough to see stars.