Wrecked (28 page)

I woke up Monday morning to
light kisses against my neck. I squirmed and softly squealed.

“Did I
wake you?” Hunter crooned.

“A little
bit.”

“Sorry, I
couldn’t help kissing you, you’re so beautiful in the morning. You look so
peaceful when you’re sleeping.”

“I like
you kissing me,” I said sleepily. “There are certainly much worse ways of
waking up.” I cupped a hand over my mouth and yawned. “Was I snoring?”

He smiled,
brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Yeah, you were, Snorrie. But I think
it’s cute. I could make an mp3 of it and listen to it while I’m jogging.”

I squealed
from his embarrassing comment and curled into him. Hunter could say some
embarrassing things that made him even more endearing than he already was.

“It’s
still early, ya know,” he said. “We have time to go to our classes . . . if we
want.”

I ran a
finger gently along the tattoos on his shoulder and chest, admiring the art
there. “I really don’t want to go.”

Hunter
grinned. “Me neither.”

We lay
together in silence for a moment while I continued tracing the inked lines on
his skin and he traced the curve of my hips with his fingertips.

“You wanna
stay in again?” he asked, looking at me carefully.

After an
amazing weekend, I dreaded the thought of it ending and having to return to the
world outside. I knew Hunter was thinking the same thing. I bit my bottom lip
and nodded slightly. He smiled and I did as well.

“Let’s do
it then,” he said. “I don’t have anything too important going on. We can even
study in the living room if we need to. I still have my psych book from
freshman year. You can use that.”

“That
sounds like a good idea.”

After
lounging in bed for an extra hour, we got up, put on some clothes, fed the
kitties, and ate breakfast. We did the dishes together with me washing and
Hunter rinsing. It was an oddly domestic experience and I found it to be fun
and relaxing. At about eleven we both finished showering.

“Ready to
hit the books, babe?” Hunter said as I came out from the bathroom with a towel
around my waist and another around my hair. He was seated at the living room
table with a physics textbook and psychology textbook on the surface.

Feeling a
thrill from him calling me
babe
, I approached him and gave him a peck on
his cheek. As endearing as
Snorrie
was, I considered this new nickname
an upgrade
.
“Mmhmm but first . . . I think we have a morning class we
need to attend together.”

He cocked
one brow. “And what is that?”

“Sex Ed
101. And you’re the professor.”

He looked
surprised but then a flash crossed his eyes and he grinned mischievously. “Well
then.” He cleared his throat. “Welcome to class, Ms . . .”

“—Burnham.
Lorrie Burnham.” I smiled at him, feeling at ease with telling him my last name
for the first time.

His eyes
widened for a moment then he smiled warmly. “Of course Ms. Burnham,” he said,
pronouncing my name with a silky voice. “. . . It’s always a pleasure to see
you. You’re my favorite student you know.”

“Well
Professor Jensen, you’re my favorite professor. I always love the assignments
you give. I can’t wait to do them.”

“The
lesson today is going to be very hands-on. We’ll be learning about the human
body and sexual pleasure. I hope you’ve come prepared to learn.”

“Ooh, I
like the sound of that.”

We went
through a rigorous hour and a half lesson. It was the most demanding class I’d
ever attended. The professor and I masturbated in front of one another then we
pleasured each other to demonstrate our learning. At several points, I failed
to follow instructions so Professor Jensen ended up spanking my naked rear
while I was sprawled across his bare lap. It was a new experience for the both
of us and we both found it thrilling.

“So what’s
my grade?” I panted after we had both orgasmed.  

“Definitely
an A,” he groaned, still recovering from his climax.

Despite
the failure to follow instructions a few times—some purposely—I thought I had
performed quite admirably. “Just an A? Why not an A+, Professor Jensen?”

“If you
want an A+, Ms. Burnham, you’re going to have to do some extra credit,” he purred.

“What do I
have to do?”

“We’ll
save that for another lesson,” he said with a wicked grin.

We decided
to take a break. Hunter went to the kitchen to snack on a protein bar and I
went to the bedroom to put on some clothes. Just as I finished dressing, my
phone rang inside my pocket and I saw it was Daniela.

“Hey
Lorrie, what’s up girl? Just wanted to call to see where you were. I missed you
in psych today.”

With the
excitement of this morning’s activities still buzzing through my body, I’d
almost forgotten I had a real class to go to today. “Oh I’ve just been hanging
out at Hunter’s place. What did I miss?”

“Muller
was talking about sex!”

“What? No
way.” I couldn’t imagine Professor Muller—an old guy with a German
accent—talking to a bunch of nineteen-year-olds about sex. That sounded like an
awkward lecture.

“Yes way!
He was talking about the pleasure-reward system in our brains and how the
chemical dopamine makes us feel good. A lot of it gets released whenever we do
something enjoyable like gambling or having sex, which is often the basis for
addiction.”

It
occurred to me that I could tell Daniela I’d attended my own lecture on sex and
how my brain was probably drowning in dopamine at the moment, but I quickly
dismissed the idea, preferring to play it cool instead. “Oh that sounds
interesting.”

“Yeah,
definitely. You gonna be home tonight? Wanna get dinner at the Barnyard?”

I thought
about how Hunter and I had a lot of studying to accomplish tonight. If the last
hour and a half was any indication of the type of ‘studying’ we were going to
do, our textbooks might never get cracked open. But I was more than okay with
that. “Umm . . . I’ll give you a call if I get back?”

“Okay.”
She sounded a little disappointed since we ate dinner together nearly every night.
I felt slightly bad for brushing her off but not bad enough to change my mind.
Having more fun with Hunter dominated my mind at the moment. “I guess I’ll see
you whenever you get back.”

“Yep, bye
Daniela.”

She said
bye and we both hung up.

“Hey,
Lorrie,” Hunter said wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Someone call?”

“Yeah, it
was just Daniela, checking in on me,” I said sweetly.

“There’s
certainly a lot to check out,” he said running his hands up and down my legs
and in between them, making me bite my lip in excitement. “That’s for sure.
Ready to talk about that extra credit?”

I nodded
and voiced my excitement.

It was approaching evening
by the time we finished Sex Ed 101. The class took a lot longer than both of us
had anticipated. There was just so much for him to teach, and for me to learn.
We sat down at the living room table, sore and fatigued, but strangely
energetic.

“Alright,
let’s study for real this time,” I said.

“For real,
babe,” he agreed.

“Are you
going to help me with psych?” I offered. “I recall you promised you’d help me
last time.”

He seemed
perplexed. “When was that?”

“When we
went to the theater and ended up watching horror movies instead, Hun.” I
decided to call him ‘hun’ since he was calling me ‘babe’. I found it to work as
both a shortening of his name and an affectionate term for ‘honey’.

“Oh
right.” He laughed. “Sorry, I totally forgot about that. That was when you
ended up sleeping on me.”

“That’s
right.”

“Okay,
let’s do it.”

I was a
little surprised to find Hunter as knowledgeable about the material as he had
claimed. I knew he was smart but it was still unusual to see a muscled brawler
be brainy. We hit the books with determination, and I intended to soak in as
much material as I could. Studying was helpful for about an hour before we got
distracted again. Jokes about classical conditioning turned into teasing, which
turned into kissing. And from there things escalated. We were in the middle of
having sex in the bedroom with me on top when Hunter’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He ignored it at first, preferring to focus his attention on the way I was
bouncing my hips against him but the noise became a growing distraction. He
groaned, reached for his phone, and checked it.

“Who is
it?” I asked, my breaths heavy.

“Oh, it’s
just Gary again.” He showed me his phone with a text message that said:
Yo,
you still hanging out with Lorrie? C’mon man, these punching bags ain’t gonna
punch themselves.

“So you
going to train at Bigg’s today?” I asked Hunter breathlessly, as I continued
rocking my pelvis.

“Nah,
Gary’s just giving me shit. Besides, I’m getting more than a workout right
here,” Hunter said, thrusting up into me teasingly. He pecked at his phone a
few times then became frustrated and handed it to me. “Why don’t you reply to
Gary. I gotta take care of this greedy little pussy.” He gripped my hips and
continued driving himself upward.

“Okay,” I
said. I tried typing a quick response but found it nearly impossible because
it’s difficult to hit small virtual buttons with your thumbs when a gorgeous
guy is thrusting his cock into you. The message ended up saying:
SowwyIm’bizzzzyy
.
It was a garbled mess but I hit send anyway.

Satisfied
with my work, I handed his phone back to him. He briefly glanced at the
message, smiled then shut it off before setting it back on the nightstand. “No
more distractions.”

I nodded
and we continued “studying” well into the night, uninterrupted.

I woke up
naked lying next to Hunter in his bed Tuesday morning, feeling an easy
contentment I was becoming accustomed to feeling whenever I woke up beside him.
I was beginning to suspect we spent more time naked at his apartment than we
did clothed unless comforters counted as clothes. Hunter woke up shortly after,
as if our bodies were attuned to the same bizarre rhythm. Watching him open
those stunning eyes after a deep slumber was something I always looked forward
to.

“Hey
Hunter,” I said quietly. As great as the moment was, something had been on my
mind since the using-kittens-for-blowjobs incident and now that our
relationship had progressed beyond friendship, I wanted to talk to him about
it. I considered it an opportunity to clarify some misunderstandings so our
relationship could continue to grow. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,
what is it?”

“Umm . . .
this isn’t an accusation but I kind of need to know—since we’re more than
friends now . . . Are you seeing anyone else?”

The
sleepiness in his eyes immediately disappeared. He narrowed his brows. “I’m
only seeing you, Lorrie. I promise. Why do you ask?”

“. . .
I’ve been burned before, Hunter,” I admitted reluctantly. “I believe I already
told you I’ve had a few boyfriends in my past . . .”

“Yeah, I
know,” he grunted, registering his displeasure as he did anytime I mentioned
being with other men.

“Well, my
first boyfriend cheated on me in high school. I caught him walking out of a
movie theater with his arm around this girl who was my best friend at the time.
I found out they’d been seeing each other for weeks behind my back. I felt so
betrayed. After I cut off ties with them, It was so difficult for me to trust
anyone that I didn’t date for a few years.”

He
narrowed his eyes in concern. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said softly as he
kissed me tenderly on the forehead. “You don’t have to worry, babe. I’d never
cheat on you.”

“What do
you think of Daniela?” I asked matter-of-factly. Daniela had more success
attracting men than I did and I attributed it to her good looks and outgoing
personality. I wondered what Hunter thought of her.