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Let Me Make You Feel Better

'You are beautiful and wonderful, and do not deserve to be stressed...'

Wednesdays are the worst days. It is the middle of the week, too far away from the weekend to consider the week over. But so far from Monday that I’m exhausted. This week had been an exceptionally rough one.

Monday, I came back to my dorm room to find my roommate in a very precarious position on MY bed with her “best friend’s” boyfriend. It was not something I wanted to see, especially not happening on my bed.

Tuesday, my Bio Prof. decided to surprise us with lab quiz, in which I had no idea what I was doing. I hate that class. I mean, I am a marketing major... why do I need to know the lifecycle of a cell?

Which brings us to today. Wednesday. The worst day of the week. Not only did I find out that I did, indeed, fail that surprise lab test. But I also found out that I would need to stay for another semester. I thought that I would get to graduate this semester. On top of that, I had to attend a two-hour marketing class. I really just wanted to curl up in bed with a glass of wine and Netflix.

I hefted my loaded backpack up onto my shoulder and made my way toward Conner 102, my dreaded destination. This marketing class had been canceled the past two weeks and I wasn’t looking forward to two straight hours of the professor rambling on and on about marketing strategies, marketing communications, and marketing plans. Not that I would be paying attention to the lecture. I rarely did. The topics covered were fairly basic for a marketing major, and there were about a thousand other things that I could be doing. Like homework for my four other classes. I internally rolled my eyes at that thought.

Moments later I entered in the door of Conner 102 and took my seat in the middle of the room. I was the first student their, as usual. I pulled my Mac out of my backpack and powered it on. After scanning quickly through Twitter, I pulled up Blackboard and checked my upcoming assignments.

“Hi, Alex, right?”

I looked up at the deep voice that had just spoken to me. Professor Deron Scott had walked in and started pulling up the class PowerPoint.

“That’s right. How are you?” I asked.

“I’m good. You?” He smiled at me.

His smile could have stopped any person’s heart. Professor Scott was a doctoral student at the University and was only 29 years old. He was the most relatable professor since he had been in our shoes less than five years ago. He was a very, very good looking man. With just enough stubble to make him look his age, tousled chestnut hair, smokey deep-set eyes, and a muscular frame that was barely noticeable underneath his chosen professional attire. Which on this day was a pair of dark wash jeans and a white button-down shirt.

“I’m alright.” I half sighed.

“Are you having a bad day?” he asked, coming to stand in front of his desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms.

“More like a bad week,” I weakly giggled.

“Undergrad life.” He smirked.

“Exactly. Dumbass roommates, stress, homework, group projects.” I smiled up at him. “Not enough alcohol in the world,” I added underneath my breath.

“I’ve been there. You will get through it. I promise.”

I smiled at him and went back to working on my Mac.

Class went on for what seemed like forever. I would look up at Professor Scott every so often to give the illusion that I was paying attention. But really, I was only staring at Deron. He was hot. He was a distraction from the phone in my pocket that won’t stop vibrating with a constant barrage of texts from my roommate, begging me not to tell her best friend she is screwing her boyfriend. A distraction from the biology homework that I don’t understand. A distraction from the fact that I don’t want to be here.

Once Professor Scott dismissed us I took my sweet time packing up my things and lingered back after the last student had left the classroom. I didn’t know why I wanted to speak to Professor Scott before I left. Maybe because I had spent the last two hours staring at and fantasizing about it. Maybe because he seemed like the sanest person I had spoken to in the past three days. Maybe because he was a really hot guy and I was a really stressed girl that really needed to get laid.

“Are you okay?” Deron leaned against his desk when he saw me lingering back.

“Yeah, not looking forward to the walk back to my dorm room.” I sighed.

“I could give you a ride if you’d like.” There was a small pause between us that almost turned awkward. “Is that weird? Should I be offering students rides?” He and I both laughed.

“Ya know, I don’t know. I’m sure there are some ethical debates about that.” I smirked. “But I say, we’re both legal adults, so I don’t see a reason not to.”

“Is that a yes then?”

“It is.” I nodded.

“Great.” He threw his back over his shoulder and I followed suit.


We pulled up to my dorm room fifteen minutes later.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” I asked, knowing my dorm room would be empty. My roommate had bailed after I caught her Monday.

“Ummm,” he hesitated.

“It’s just coffee. I’m only offering because I’m going to have to make an entire pot to stay awake so I can finish all of my homework,” I said honestly.

“Sure.” Deron smiled and followed me up to the building. I live in a co-ed dorm so it was not an unusual occurrence for a guy and girl to walk to a room together.

I quickly added coffee grounds and water to my coffee pot, while Deron settled onto the couch in our mini living room area.

“I forgot how small dorm rooms are.” Deron laughed.

“Small? This is a double suite!”

“That is... sad.”

I nodded my agreement and settled down next to him with my laptop and binder. “Sorry, but while you drink your coffee you will have to watch me do homework.”

“So dedicated.” He smirked and I gave him a sidelong glare. “What are you working on?”

“Well to start, I am attempting to figure out why a daughter cell replicates or doesn’t replicate... I don’t know.” I rolled my eyes and opened my binder up to my biology notes.

“Principles of Biology. I made a C in that class. I hated it.”

“I do too. And I should have taken it my first year, but I didn’t so now I am taking it in my senior year so I feel even dumber since all the 18-year-olds can do it and I can’t.

“I do understand.”

“Coffee is done,” I said without looking up while the coffee pot beeped. “Coffee cups are beside the coffee pot. Help yourself.”

He nodded and launched himself off the couch. Moments later he came back with twp mugs of coffee which he sat across the room from us.

“You know we can’t drink those if they are all the way over there,” I said. When I looked up Deron was standing above me, setting my computer to the side and taking the binder out of my hands.

“I know.” Deron’s voice was lower now. I looked up at him, his expression unreadable. His hand traced down my arm then along my thigh and settled on my knee. He balanced one arm on the couch behind me, leaned down and kissed the top of my head. Then my temple. Then my cheek. He then hovered over my lips. I was afraid to speak. Afraid he’d stop.

I leaned forward the fraction of the inch necessary for our lips to meet. Deron’s lips were soft and slow on mine. Making butterflies spring to life inside my stomach.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, our foreheads pressed together.

“No,” I said breathlessly.

“Thank god.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me into him. “Where is your room?”

I led him down a short hallway and into my bedroom.

“I am so sorry that you had a bad week. But, I think you are beautiful,” Deron breathed.

“Are you okay? Did you hit your head in the kitchen?” I joked, seriously wondering what brought on this change in behavior.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first day you walked into my classroom.” Deron smiled. “You can stop me at any time.”

“Oh, no. Please continue.” I smiled and leaned into his kiss again.

He kissed me softly then harder, deeper, more passionately. A small groan escaping my lips that was swallowed by his kiss.

His hand trailed down my body, slowly tracing each curve memorizing every inch. His lips trailed down from my lips to my neck. Around my shoulder, down to my breasts. He lingered there. My shirt had officially gotten in the way. Deron lifted it slowly over my head. His hands traced over my breasts as though trying to memorize the material my bra was made of. I closed my eyes as he continued to kiss his way down my body.

His lips trailed kisses down my stomach as he went down on his knees. His hands wandered from my hips to my ass. I looked down at him admiring his good looks, and the fact that he was on his knees for me right now. Deron looked up at me and smiled before squeezing my ass making me jump from the quick pulse of pleasant pain that surged from my behind. Deron looked pleased with himself and the effect the action had on me.

Deron kissed my stomach once more before unbuttoning my jeans. He smiled up at me. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t,” I whispered.

He nodded and slid my jeans down to feet. I stepped out of them, and Deron began to kiss his way back up my body. He started below my knee. His kisses warmed my skin as though he was lighting tea lights underneath my skin. He gave a barely audible moan each time his lips grazed my skin. He was enjoying each movement he made. My body tensed each time his lips left my body and melted again when his touch returned. I closed my hands and rolled my head, releasing the tension that knotted itself into my neck. Deron’s lips met the inside of my upper thigh giving me a small jolt of pleasure. I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him know that I liked it. He kissed in the same area again and again. Then on the other sign, finally earning a small moan from me. He trailed kisses up to my hip, across my stomach, between my still-covered breasts, my neck, and back to my lips.

One hand pulled me closer to him while the other kneaded my breasts. I moved my kiss from his lips to his neck. He allowed it for a moment before pulling back.

“Ugh, what?” I said a little more annoyance in my voice than I intended.

He raised an eyebrow at me but smiled. “This is about you,” he said smoothly. “Come here.”

He led me over to the bed and gently pushed me down. He settled in beside me and smiled warmly at me. “Turn over,” he instructed and I did.

His hands started at my neck and kneaded downwards toward my ass. Once his hands had worked there way down. He repeated the same action only with his lips.

“Deron…” I said


“Having fun?” I asked he continued to kiss his way down my back.

“Are you not?” he asked, his voice a little shaky with actual concern.

“I am. Lots of it actually.”

“Good.” He continued to kiss.

“Are you going to let me kiss you too?” I asked feeling bad that he was doing all of the work.

Deron stopped kissing and pulled me by my shoulder to turn me over onto my back. I stared into his piercing eyes and smiled. He did the same and leaned down to touch my lips with his own.

“Let me take care of you.” His voice was low and sexy that ignited the butterflies in my stomach once again.

“Why do you want to?”

“Because you are beautiful and wonderful and do not deserve to be stressed like you are. So, I am going to do everything I can to make you feel better. Is that okay?”

“By all means.”

Deron kissed my lips once again then down to my neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin and I knew there would be a mark left. A mark that I would cover with makeup, but would cause a smile whenever I thought of it. He continued down to my breasts where he, finally, unhooked my bra and pulled it off.

He made a guttural noise as he marveled at the size of my breasts free of any restrictions. He attacked my breasts with his mouth: licking, nipping, and sucking. Kneading with his hand the one he could touch with his mouth. I moaned at his intense touch on my sensitive nipples. I held onto his head, guiding him to each side. Deron squeezed my breasts together and kissed and licked them both together.

He moved down my body, licking a hot trail down my abdomen. He was needier now and if I had to bet, I knew he was hard for me. He wanted me more than when we began, worked up solely on the fact that I’m beautiful.

I looked down as he kissed my hips and moved my underwear down. His head settled between my legs. I moaned as he kissed and nuzzled…

“Mmm, stop,” I moaned out and whimpered as Deron immediately obeyed.

Deron looked up at me worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said breathlessly. “I’m just... too close. I... need a second.”

He nodded and kissed my lips again. After a moment when my breathing returned to semi-normal and he continued his previous mission.

I fisted the sheets and tried to breathe so as not to come too quickly. I wanted us to come together.

“Baby... please,” I moan out, longing to feel him inside me.

He came up to my mouth and kissed me hard, exploring my mouth intensely with his tongue. I returned the favor both of out breath hot and fast. I quickly unbuttoned the shirt that I had admired at the beginning of class and ran my hands over his smooth muscled chest. I kissed his neck as I unbuckled his belt, undone his pants, and slid them and his underwear down at the same time. His erection sprang free and I marveled at the size. He was easily the biggest man I had ever been with.

Deron settled himself at my entrance and pushed inside me little by little. He kissed me as he pushed more and more of his length into me. He and I moaned in sync with one another.

“Fu--you are so tight,” he moaned into my ear and nipped at my neck.

I moved my legs further apart to allow more of him in. And moaned as he pushed deeper.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? I can pull…”

“Don’t you dare,” I moaned out.

“Just a little more, can you handle it?”

I nodded furiously, afraid my voice would crack if I spoke.

He and I were both still for a moment as he pushed the rest of himself into me, allowing both of ourselves to adjust to one another.

I moved first, gently rotating my hips side to side. He picked up the rhythm; pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned into the pleasure his motion sent me.

“Ohhh... Deron,” I moaned his name, my back arching.

“Baby,” he moaned back.

We kissed sloppily. He fisted the pillow on either side of my head, and I dug my nails into his back.

“Ooohhhh... I’m going to come…” I screamed as I came hard, shaking with pleasure as Deron pick up his pace.

“Fu--baby--oh, god.” He moaned. “You are so... damn.”

I moaned again, his words sending fluttery feelings through me.

“I’m close,” he whispered into my ear.

I flipped him over onto his back with all of my weight. I smiled deviously at him and sat completely down onto his length. I guided his hands up to both of my breasts; he squeezed and kneaded and moaned in pleasure as I rode him fast.

“Ooohhhhhhh…” He groaned closer than he’d ever been to his climax. I felt the familiar tightness in my center and reached down to rub my own clit while Deron played with my breast.

Deron began bucking his hips against me as we both screamed out in pleasure as we came together.

My mouth landed on his and we furiously kissed, riding out the rest of our orgasms together.

I settled down next him and he pulled off the condom that I, honestly, couldn’t remember him sliding on, but thankful that he did.

“Do you feel better?”

“Much better. But, you know, I have a big test tomorrow.” I winked up at him.

“How about dinner after then?”


“And, another massage after that.” He kissed the top of my head and I could feel him laughing.

“You can sign my class withdrawal letter then too.” I giggled.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

We both laughed into one another's kiss.

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