The F#ck It List: The Complete Story (4 page)

His hands travel to my core and he swipes my clit with hard strokes while I keep jerking him off. I come first, with a shuddering sigh, amazed how many he's been able to wrench from me. I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, the water making it easy to move on him. He grips the back of my head, fisting my hair and thrusts into my mouth. I grab his ass to keep from falling over.

He stiffens and taps my shoulder to let me know he's coming. I suck hard and it pours over my tongue. Once he stops twitching, I release him from my mouth and he helps me stand.

We grin at each other like idiots and finish cleaning up and drying off. Back in his bedroom I can smell the after effects of our night and morning. I prickle down low, but shake it off.

I might die if I try to do it again.

My stomach roars in protest of my new addiction. I grab my change of clothes from his bottom drawer and get dressed, turning to find him watching me, a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. I want to see it pooled at his feet.

What the hell, Amanda?

Get it together and remember this is your best friend. Time to go back to normal.

H grins. "I'm glad that's the outfit you left here."

I look down at myself, pale blue V-neck and the thin, tight, light grey yoga pants over no underwear. It had felt weird to me at the time to leave panties at his house.

I laugh. "I'll need to borrow one of your flannel shirts to tie around my waist when I head home."

"Sure, but not until then."

I shake my head with a smile. "Deal."

He drops the towel and I dart my eyes to the side.

"Not getting shy on me, are you?" Scott asks.

I shake my head, trying to keep my eyes fixed to the ground. "No, I just don't want to be tempted to jump you again."

"As much as I adore the faith you have in my stamina; I do not think I can handle another round right now."

"I don't think I could either." It's a lie. I totally want to do it again. I want to experience everything I've missed right away.

He yanks on a pair of blue sweatpants and pulls a black tee over his head. He looks adorable and a lot more like my best friend; it helps keep my libido in check.

A little.

He tosses a friendly arm over my shoulder. "Come on. Let's eat. I have some cheap sparkling wine and orange juice. I think this morning calls for mimosas."

"Sounds delicious."

I hop on the barstool while he plops strips of bacon in a skillet. I wince a bit when my bottom half makes contact with the seat, but it's a good type of twinge.

He slides over the stuff for mimosas and I put them together while he finishes the bacon and scrambles up the eggs. We chat lightly about classes and a few mutual friends, things easy and comfortable between us.

I only checked out his ass once. Twice. Okay, three times. But that's it.

Once he has the food plated and hops up on the stool beside me, I hand him a glass. He raises his to me. "What should we toast to?"

"I dunno. How about to my new adventure?”

He clinks our glasses together. "To the beginning. To new adventures."

I make eye contact with him for luck over our glasses. “To the beginning of everything.”

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I
chose
this Professor for the Fuckit List because of the rumors.

Not even rumors, just whispers. Murmurs and giggles and secrets of Professor Roux, he of the perpetual five o'clock shadow, offering a special sort of extra credit to girls who need it. Specifically, to girls with dark hair and light eyes.

And yet, even with the tiny tank-top and short shorts I'm dressed in, he's only turns his intense Fassbender-like stare on me when I raise my hand to ask or answer a question. And he only looks into my eyes, never flicking his down my body to the abundant cleavage I made sure was on display or my long legs crossed under the desk.

The other reason I chose him; is I could actually use the extra credit. I'll pass, and that's all I need for my forensic science degree, but the extra credit would help. And a little naked one on one time would literally drill the lessons home.

I squirm in my seat at just the thought of him buried between my thighs, his face scratching mine as he kisses me. I wonder what sort of body is hidden beneath his bow ties and tweed jacket. His fitted pants give a clear sign of a damn fine ass. One I want to sink my nails into. And possibly my teeth as well.

Shaking my head, I force myself to focus on the lecture. Ever since that night and morning with Scott, it's like I'm perpetually turned on, imagining the wildest scenarios.

If this doesn't work with the Professor, I might have to see if Scott can help a friend out again.

I take a sip of my coffee, swirling the mocha taste over my tongue before swallowing. Around the room are students my age, most of them staring at the Professor with intent expressions, their hands flying across laptops as they take notes. I glance over at Sara, the girl who a lot of the rumors originated from.

She has long, glossy black hair and vibrant green eyes. I pluck at the strap of my tank-top as I take in her outfit. She's wearing tight shorts that showcase her perfect ass and a green flowing shirt that hangs a little off her shoulders, showing a peek of her bronze skin. A lot classier, though not quite as flirty as my thin spaghetti straps. My eyes narrow on her as she asks the Professor a question, a smirk hovering at the corner of her lips. His smile is warm and friendly when he answers her.

The rumors have got to be true. The chemistry, no pun intended, between them sears my skin. What did they do together? Did they fuck on his desk? Or did he make her kneel and give him pleasure?

She's fucking gorgeous and I consider her for the threesome on my list. If she's up for screwing the Professor for extra credit, my guess is she'll be down for other fun things. And I want to see them together; experiment with exactly how enthralled I am by her long legs.

I never thought I'd want to be with a woman before, but the more I think about it, the more it intrigues me. Soft skin, pillowy breasts, nipples scraping against mine. Scott had mentioned the threesome, half in jest, but I'd been drunk enough to add it, imagining it with another girl. And I'm glad I did. Though I have no idea how on Earth I'm going to go about setting that up. Do I just stop Sara after class and ask if she wants to sleep with me and some other guy? Finding the guy shouldn't be too hard. What dude is going to turn that offer down? Maybe I'll even see if Scott wants to be the one. It would be easy.

Though I'm not sure I like the idea of sharing him with Sara of all people. It'd be awkward if they ended up falling in love or something. And she's so freaking hot, maybe she's a bad choice. I want to be the hot one. Maybe that makes me shallow, but there it is.

I cut my eyes over at her again and imagine peeling the shirt off of her, releasing her breasts, taking them into my mouth. Or maybe the threesome could be with two guys. Two cocks filling me, stretching me. One in my pussy, one in my ass, pushing into me in beautifully synchronized movements. Getting fucked completely senseless.

I clench my thighs together and shoot my eyes back to my desk, my cheeks flaming. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be paying attention to this class. Especially in case the extra credit doesn't work out.

Professor Roux completely ignores me and my raised hand and calls on someone else. I drop my hand back to my lap with a sigh.

Doodling on my notebook, I think about Scott and a little about Adam.

I hadn't heard from him since that awful brunch and I'm glad. I want to put him from my mind and keep him in the past where he belongs. He was a six-year long mistake and I wasn't going to let him steal any more of my time.

Scott has been wonderful. Things between us haven't gotten awkward even after our incredibly steamy and frankly, hot as hell, encounter. We've gone back to the usual jokes and hanging out around campus. But every now and then, heat will pool in my belly when he looks at me in a certain way. In a way similar to how he looked at me that night. Every now and again his hand will graze bare skin, and it gives me goosebumps.

Once I make it farther down my list and have more experiences of that sort under my belt, our night and morning together will probably fade away. Though I admit, I wouldn't say no to a repeat with him. It was the most amazing night and morning of my life. Sexually anyway.

Will Professor Roux be anywhere nearly as good as him? Or will he be more like Adam, wanting to get his pleasure and not giving a shit about anyone else?

I guess if I get extra credit out of it, it won't really matter if I get an orgasm or not. But I want both.

Another question occurs to me, so I purse my lips and pull my tank-top down a little lower, leaning over the desk so he'll get a nice view, and I raise my hand.

His eyes narrow on my face and he raises a brow. "Yes?"

A bit disgusted with myself, I play the bimbo, even tossing my hair for good measure. "Professor, could you remind me what the range of numbers used in a PH scale is?" While chemistry isn't my best subject, of course I know the answer is zero to fourteen, but I'm trying to bring his attention to me; prove I need the "extra credit" for the class.

To see even the slightest flash of desire in his expression.

Unfortunately, I only see impatience. "I suggest you read chapter thirteen, Amanda. You'll find the answer there."

Damn. This is not working. At. All.

Is it the clothes? Would he prefer it if I left more to the imagination? Something a little more classy, like Sara? Is it me? My eyes too gray, not bright blue or green?

I wait a bit, tapping my pen against my lips, never taking my eyes off of him. He's truly handsome. Flecks of gray in his hair, those piercing blue eyes, scruffy face and artfully rumpled clothes. Hints of ginger in his facial hair.

My body heats up as I imagine him doing some of the same things Scott did to me. Would the Professor be as big as Scott? Hard to imagine. The things Scott did to me and for me had opened me up to so many new things. New desires, new needs, courage I didn't know I had, a wild and reckless side of me never before explored.

And I want to run with it.

If I could get a better grade out of it, all the better.

I raise my hand to answer a question this time, getting only another casual glance in response. I heave an internal sigh.

Guess it was just a rumor, just a whisper, just a murmur.

Someone's fantasy turning into fact.

Class finally ends and I hover around my desk, taking my time collecting my things, waiting for the classroom to empty. Once it does, I bound down the stairs, making sure my boobs bounce with each step.

He barely looks up from his desk as I approach. "Yes?"

I shift my weight, taking my last chance. "I was hoping I could do some, uh, extra credit work for you. I'd really like to get my grade up." My voice doesn't come out quite as sultry as I hoped. I just sound nervous and squeaky.

He reaches into his desk and hands me a piece of paper. My brows furrow as I scan it. It only lists several paper writing options. He doesn't even bother looking up from the scribbling he was doing in a notebook.

"Thanks." I shove the paper into my bag, avoiding his eyes so he doesn't see the disappointment in mine.

I guess the rumors were just that.

Le sigh.

O
ne of the
froshes does a face plant into the bushes, trying to catch a Frisbee. Scott and I laugh, shaking our heads. I lean back and close my eyes, the sun warm on my skin. Scott turns over to his side on the blanket we'd laid out on the quad.

I squint at him. "What?"

He grins. "Nothing, just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" I ask, suspicious.

He waves his hand. "Oh, just the other day. How are you doing, really?"

I frown, a little confused. "I'm fine, why?"

Scott bites his lip and runs a hand through his dark curls. "I mean...I mean about Adam."

I almost laugh. Adam has barely been a thought in my mind lately, which really says something. Apparently, I wasn't as in love with him as I thought. "Oh. I really am fine. I'm still a little pissed, but mostly with myself."

"Why?" Scott's brow furrows.

I shrug and stare over at the leaves rippling on the trees from the slight breeze. "Same reasons. Wasting time with him. Not realizing what kind of shit-head he is. That sort of thing."

"Yeah? Well, I wasn't a huge fan of him ever, but I had no idea he was that bad. He fooled us all, love."

He really did. All those years Adam acted like the perfect guy, ambitious and a plan for everything. I'd felt lucky to find a guy who wasn't some slacker and loser. Someone I thought could be a partner. Instead, I've come to believe he wants a fifties housewife, not a forensic scientist. Someone to ornament his arm, not someone who smells perpetually like glue and bleach.

I have utterly no interest in that life.

I pat Scott's arm. "I know. The list helps though. Thinking about it and planning it." Fantasizing about it.

He props up on his elbow. "Right. How goes the infamous list?"

I puff out a frustrated breath. "I think I should try seducing a different professor."

"Why?" he asks.

I purse my lips into a pout. "Because I'm getting nowhere with Professor Roux. I slipped him the bait, and he hasn't taken it."

"You're not the only one who's heard the rumors. You should stick with it."

I shake my head and turn a little to face him. "Yeah, but the louder a rumor is, the less likely it's true. He's hot and young for a professor. It's just wishful thinking."

The Frisbee flies toward us and Scott plucks it from the sky, sending it back to the idiots with a snap of his wrist. "I wouldn't be so sure."

I watch a sophomore who looks twelve chase after an upperclassman, begging her for a date. Idiot. "Maybe my English professor. He isn't nearly as hot, but attractive enough." The thought doesn't really excite me, but I could use extra credit in that class too I suppose. English isn't my best subject. I hate writing.

Scott flops over to his stomach and gives me that blazing look of his that has been turning me on lately. "You know; I could always dress as a professor. Tweed jacket and elbow patches. We could have a bit of role play and cross it off your list."

I laugh and shove him. "Shut up." Though the idea sounds fun as hell. Really fun. A little too fun.

Scott doesn't laugh with me, just watches me with intense eyes.

"What? You okay?"

He smiles. "Of course."

"So, enough about me and my list and my drama. What's going on with you? Chasing any new tail?"

His smile falters. "Nope. Haven't met anyone new I'm interested in chasing."

"Whatever happened with you and Emma? You two were hot and heavy for a while and then she just disappeared. And I'm so self-absorbed I didn't ask. I'm sorry, Scott." I've been a shit friend lately. And he's been utterly the best.

"No worries. We just weren't a great match."

They were adorable. "How? She was really sweet. And gorgeous. And smart. What more do you want?"

He picks at the fluff from the blanket. "We just have different tastes in certain important aspects of a relationship."

Sensing we veered towards a sensitive subject he didn't want to discuss, I leave it alone. She must have hurt him bad. He'll talk when he's ready. He's always been the closed off one in our relationship. He has to mull over everything himself before opening up to me about it. But he always eventually opens up to me.

I try to lighten the mood, the day too pretty for maudlin thoughts. "Maybe you should make a fuckit list for yourself too."

He snorts and shakes his head. "I'm having enough fun following along with yours." He stares up at the sky.

I laugh. "It's not like I've completed any of them yet. I'm starting to think it never will. I was so drunk I came up with impossible tasks."

His eyes pierce me. "I wouldn't say that. You're fucking gorgeous. It shouldn't be hard for you to get anyone you want. You just haven't had much experience yet. Once you do, you'll get more confident and it'll get easier."

I shrug. "Maybe. You know if you made one, we could have a competition. Whoever finishes first wins."

"I've only got one thing I'd put on a list and I'm pretty sure it's impossible." He rips up and handful of grass and sends it floating through the air.

"And what is that?"

"It's a secret."

I hide the pang of hurt that slams into me. "Even from me?"

He pats my hand. "Even from you. For now, anyway."

I frown, worried about him. He sounds wistful and a little sad. Is he pining after a girl who's taken or does he have a kink too weird to name? I’m intrigued.

My breath catches in my throat and my eyes widen behind my sunglasses when I catch sight of Professor Roux headed right for us. It chases all worries about Scott from my head.

"Shit. Be cool. Shit. It's the Professor."

Scott rubs his finger across my bare shoulder. "Perhaps we should try to make him jealous."

"I doubt that'll work." Goosebumps cover my skin where he touched me. I haven't been able to stop reacting to each of his touches, innocent or otherwise.

His finger slides all the way down my arm. "I wouldn't be so sure."

Something has changed between us, something I wasn't sure was a bad thing. If anything, we were much closer. And what was a little sex between friends?

"You're repeating yourself." I tease him to try and bring us back to a joking conversation. To not show him his touch affects me.

He brings his face close to mine. "I'm hoping it'll help it sink in. There's no way he doesn't want you."

I release my breath once the Professor finally passes us without a second glance. "He didn't even look at me."

Scott finally backs off a little, grinning. "How would you know? You were looking at me."

I shiver. "I was trying not to ogle him and be completely obvious."

His eyes widen and his grin grows. "Uh huh. Well, he's doubling back, so look sharp."

"Shit."

The Professor comes to stand between me and the sun, plunging me into darkness. With the light at his back, I'm unable to see his face clearly.

"Hello, Professor."

"How's your extra credit going?" he asks.

I sit up, avoiding Scott's eyes. "To be honest, I cannot freaking stand writing papers. It's why I went into the sciences. My brain is good with numbers and formulas. Not so much with words."

He nods. "I see. Well, you will notice, if you read the extra credit handout I gave you carefully and thoroughly, I keep special office hours to discuss just these sorts of problems." He stalks off without another word.

I stare after him, completely flabbergasted. "FAHK. Now, I'm super going to have to write that GD assignment."

"No, dude. That was a proposition."

I guffaw. "He wouldn't have done that in front of you."

"Of course he would. For one, it's how he proves he's on the up and up, that it's all innocent. But those special office hours aren't for normal students. My guess is not everyone who requests extra credit, gets anything other than those paper assignments."

"And two?" I cock a brow at him and smirk.

He holds up two fingers, his blue eyes brimming with mischief. His eyes are always full of mischief, the brat. "And two, he saw me touching you. It riled him up and he wanted to show me up even if I don't realize it. He knows you will."

I scoff. "Bull. Freaking. Shit."

"You'll see."

"Side bet?"

"Side bet. Winner gets head." He holds out his hand.

I grasp it and we shake, grinning at each other. What's a bet like that between friends, anyway?

Either way, I win.