Dates with Brandon

I spent Saturday with Jamie, but my mind kept going back to the agreement I made with Brandon. Meeting up with him for at least an hour every day was going to be rather difficult to hide from Jamie. I hated that I had to hide anything from him, but I didn't think he would approve of his girlfriend spending an hour everyday with a man she had already {if confessed=true}cheated on him with.{else}spent to much time with.{endif} I didn't want to do it either, but I had to prove to myself that he was wrong about me. I had to!

"I got a lot of work lined up next week," I told Jamie as we sat together watching a show. "I kinda have to hunker down and get through it. I won't be able to make our lunches unfortunately. I'll make it up to you next weekend."

He accepted my lie easily enough. It had really become too easy for me to lie to him.

On Monday morning I got a text from Brandon. He wanted to have lunch with me. Easy enough, if he wanted to spend his hour on that I wasn't going to complain. We met up at an off-campus cafe. He was all smiles and charm, which made me immediately suspicious.

"If you think you're going seduce me with sweet talk you're gravely mistaken," I informed him.

"Can't a guy just be friendly without being accused of having an ulterior motive?"

"You can't, no."

"You hurt me," he said while holding his hands over his heart in mock pain.

"Whatever."

"If you're going to be all business, let's talk about you then."

His smile was sinister as he folded his hands. I leaned back in my chair, this was going to be good.

{if blowjob=true

}"You seemed to enjoy it on your knees, sucking my cock. Why not just admit that to yourself?"

My cheeks warmed at the memory.

"A one-time mistake," I rebutted. "Fueled by **** and anger. It won't happen again."{if fingered=true}

"Just like you won't let me finger you in class again? You might fool yourself with those lies, but you won't fool me."

My cheeks burned at that.{endif}{elseif followed=true

}"You seemed to like what you saw in my room. I think you ran away because you were afraid of your attraction to me."

The image of his cock was burned into my mind. The reason I was doing this was to purge that memory.

"I followed you without thinking. I ran because a disgusting man revealed his dick to me."{else

}"I can tell every time we talk together. Your mouth says one thing, but your body language says something else. There's a reason you can't let go of me, a reason you agreed to this ridiculous arrangement. Deep down you know I'm correct. There's a slut hidden inside you, that you yearn to let out. I can help you do that."

"You're the only ridiculous thing here," I said. I tried to ignore how warm I felt, how fast my heart was beating.{endif}

"We'll just have to see," he said.

For the rest of the lunch he was back to his charming self again. His arrogance really was insufferable.

The next day he wanted to have lunch with me again, and the day after take me out to dinner. He took me out to a nice restaurant. Made recommendations on the menu. Payed for the whole thing. He remained charming and likable throughout. A perfect gentleman. It was kind of unnerving. Seemingly all he wanted was to spend time with me. For all his confidence, even he had to know that this strategy wouldn't work to win me over. There had to be something more going on, which made me extremely paranoid.

I spent the entire women's studies lecture on Thursday ruminating on what he was up to. I was so out of it that Jessica noticed and wondered if I was okay. I reassured her that I was. When class was over Brandon was waiting for me in the hallway. {if scene=True}Many of the students gave him hostile glares as they walked by.{endif}

"Come," he said as I approached. "I want to show you something."

He led me up to the second floor of the building. It was mostly occupied by offices, so I hadn't been here before. He seemed to know were he was going, so I followed him until we were standing in front of a specific office. "Professor Elizabeth Cartwright" was emblazoned on the door.