Dr. Voss

The week settled into a new rhythm.

Avery still went to college Monday through Friday. The social current around him remained charged but contained. Only a handful of people knew how available he truly was—Skye, Evelyn, Dr. Voss, a couple of other professors who had tested him, and the women from the train and the party. None of them talked freely. The ones who had already had him preferred to keep the privilege quiet rather than risk him becoming common knowledge.

Blair had started waiting for him most afternoons. Sometimes she only kissed him at the door and asked about his day. Other times she pulled him straight to the couch or upstairs and took her time exploring the things he had admitted he liked. She was still careful, still learning him, but her confidence grew every day. Martha watched with quiet approval and joined when she felt like it.

On Wednesday, Avery decided he needed something to fill the empty hours between classes and the increasingly intense evenings at home. He applied for a part-time position at a small, quiet bookstore three blocks from campus. The owner was a soft-spoken woman in her late forties with kind eyes and a habit of looking at him a little too long when she thought he wouldn’t notice. She hired him on the spot for weekday afternoons and Saturday mornings.

The work itself was simple—shelving, helping customers, running the register. Most of the clientele were older women and futas who came in for novels and left with lingering glances. Avery stayed polite and soft-spoken. A few of them started timing their visits for when he was working.

Thursday after last period he kept his appointment with Dr. Voss.

The storage room was the same as before. This time she locked the door, pushed him against the shelves, and kissed him hard while her hands worked under his clothes. She was less hesitant than the first time. She bent him over a stack of old exam boxes, spat on her fingers, and pushed into him with a low sound of satisfaction when she felt how easily he opened for her. She fucked him in steady, deep strokes, one hand in his hair, the other reaching around to stroke his cock. When she came she stayed buried and spoke against his ear.

“I’m not the only one who’s noticed you. Be careful who you smile at.”

Avery only nodded, still breathing hard. She cleaned up, took his number again even though she already had it, and left first.

Friday brought a different kind of invitation.

Skye caught him after lunch and walked with him toward the main courtyard.

“There’s a small party at one of the off-campus houses tomorrow night,” she said. “Not the big public ones. Private. Mostly people I trust. A few of my friends will be there. I told them about you—only that you’re… open. Nothing detailed. They want to meet you.”

Avery glanced at her. “Your friends?”

“Adult friends. All older than you. They know how to keep their mouths shut.” Skye’s hand brushed the small of his back. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But I think you’ll like them.”

He gave a small nod. Skye smiled, satisfied, and peeled off toward her next class.