The guys took it in turns to high five me. When it came to Julian I decided I needed to say something. I lowered my voice.
“I got the girls to switch, I wanted a pussy I knew. Hope it was okay and you’ll keep it quiet, yeah?”
He shook his head. “You cheating bastard, I should throw you out on your ass, however,” he high-fived me. “Well played, man, well played.”
We partied all night and I crashed in my new room, even though all that was on my bed so far was a new mattress. It was a welcome present from Julian who said no one should ever have to endure some other dude’s mattress. My thoughts had spun all night. How had Meredith got in that room? Where had Stacey gone? Did Stacey and Meredith know each other and had arranged a swap?
It didn’t take too long to get some answers when I walked downstairs late the next morning, my mouth craving water and coffee like my life depended on it. Stacey was in the kitchen, her arms wrapped around Julian.
“Hey, Garrett. Congrats on your new room. Julian said he put in a good word for you. You’re really lucky. This place is amazing.”
“Thanks, Stace. Hey, do you know a Professor called Meredith?” I asked. There was no time like the present.
Stacey’s blank stare confirmed her answer before she did. “No, why?”
“She goes to my gym and apparently teaches here. I’ve not seen her, just wondered if you knew her seeing as you studied a different subject to us.”
“No. Not one of mine. Not a fit person among them, believe me.”
Julian’s head tilted to one side and he gave me an appraising look.
“Someone got a crush? Hot was she? Thinking of changing from Computer Science when you find out what she teaches? Or is it something else you’re wanting her to teach you?”
“Screw you. It would be me teaching her. I’m no saint in the bedroom.”
“Did you hear that, Stacey? If Garrett got a crack at the Professor, he’d teach her.”
Stacey giggled. “Well, I’ve no idea who she is, but you’re nineteen and she must be in her mid-twenties so I reckon she’d eat you alive.”
The thought of her eating me at all made my dick twitch.
“Well, I don’t have a crush on her anyway. I was just intrigued if anyone knew her.”
“Sure, we believe you.” Julian whispered over the top of Stacey’s head.
I spent the afternoon moving my belongings from my old dorm room into my fabulous new space. The bedroom also had closet space, a desk, bookshelves, an enormous flat-screen television, a wall-mounted sound system and gaming equipment. There was even my own fridge so I could keep beers cool in my room without them being drunk by the rest of the guys, and an en-suite bathroom.
I powered up my laptop and brought up the faculty. I clicked on the box marked ‘staff’ and typed Meredith in the search bar. There was just one result and there she was, on screen, a smile on that pretty face, her long, blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. It stated Meredith Butler was Professor of Accounts and Taxation.
Butler. Meredith Butler.
I sat back in my chair as I looked at her face on screen, the only part of her last night that I had not got to see. My hand rooted around below the waistband of my joggers until it fastened around my cock and while I stared at her photo I imagined that I had been able to fasten my mouth on hers last night. Then I recalled how I’d sucked her breast into my mouth and replayed her moans and groans in my head while she had built up to that climax and how she’d exploded all over my mouth, her juices coating me. I had licked my mouth clean, tasting her unique flavor. I imagined that after that she had opened her legs for me and I had sunk into her warm depths. As I imagined her warm flesh wrapped around my cock, I pumped my hand around my length. My cock reacted violently to the thought of being sunk inside Meredith’s pussy. It was rock hard. I picked up my pace, my breath quickening as I imagined her shouting my name as that explosive come pulsed around my cock instead of my mouth. I took my cock out of my joggers and fisted it hard until pressure built and I spurted streams of cum into my hand.
God, if this was what a thought did. How would the real thing be?
I thought about how on earth our next meeting would go. Would I tell her I knew it had been her in the Lodge? Or was it entirely possible that I was mistaken and it was another girl with the same tattoo? No. I shook my head. There might be more than one of those tattoos out there in the world, but not coupled with the exact same physique. It had definitely been her. I couldn’t start a relationship with a professor. She was six years older than I was and if I maintained my appearance at the gym as a Personal Trainer then I’d be basing anything that developed between us on a lie. Maybe it was better that I dated a girl my own age and forgot about my encounter with Meredith. Yeah, that was the way to go. Keep her as a memory in my spank bank.
My cell beeped and I picked it up to see who it was. There was no way I was going out again tonight, even if it was a Saturday night. I was still hungover and exhausted from the move.
Unknown number: Is that Garrett? I’d like to take you up on your offer of Personal Training. Could you ring or text me back? Meredith (from the gym).
Oh shit. Within ten seconds my resolutions had gone out of the window. I knew there was no way I was going to turn this woman down.
Garrett, the twenty-three year old Personal Trainer it was, and I was going to have to wear a ball cap on campus for the foreseeable future. I cleaned up and then sat back in front of the laptop. I had the rest of the day to cram personal training tips about running so I could pass myself off as an expert the next day. Thank God, I’d excelled at track at high school.
Chapter 5
Meredith