Breathing

Marcus had somehow fallen asleep and woke up relatively late, Jess was gone, her stuff completely gone. He got up and walked to the table, signed copies of the contract, his checks and an envelope with his name on it. The long and short of the letter was she had a great time and she left a check for Professor Banks with him.

He took his time getting ready, he showered, ordered breakfast and went into town, he had absolutely no desire to do the walk of shame back to campus in his suit so after depositing his fortune he bought a change of clothes and changed in the dressing room.

Despite his guilt at what had happened with Jess he was near Professor Banks' apartment and he was in the mood to play with her. The second burst of energy had him feeling more alive then he might have ever felt in his life. He made one more stop and then walked to her apartment and buzzed her.

"Hello?" came her voice.

"It's your favorite student," he said.

She buzzed him up and when he got to her door she already had it open waiting for him.

"You met with Jessica?" asked Cassidy.

"I did," he said handing her the check.

"Wow," she said looking at it, "it's really happening."

"You deserve it Professor."

"Please, it's Cassidy you know given everything."

She tucked the check away in her purse and turned back to him, she had clearly planned for a lazy day wearing a loose tee and booty shorts.

"Was there anything else? she asked doing nothing to mask the lust in her voice, "since you're here."

He reached into his bag and procured a collar that said FREE USE in big letters.

"Your new uniform," he said, "so I have easy access."

She walked over to him and let him put it on her.

"So if this is my uniform," she said, "I don't need this," she took her shirt off, "or this," her shorts came off.

Marcus' body was pulsing with energy, with need. He grabbed her and pulled her in for a long kiss groping her incredible ass the whole time. He pulled away from her lips and latched onto her pierced nipple sucking as his hand slid between her legs.

"You're so wet Cassidy," he murmured as he switched to her other nipple.

"Wet and ready for you," she gasped.

He turned her around, yanked down his pants and bent her over the nearest surface and slid into her feeling her stretching to accommodate him.

"Starting me from behind?" she squealed, "are you trying to kill me?"

He just responded by starting to thrust as he held her firmly by the waist.

"I've been thinking about last time," he said giving her ass a hard slap, "I want to finish in your mouth."

"Of course, I'm yours to use."

"Good girl," he said grabbing her by the throat as he drove himself into her.

She felt amazing and the way she just let him move her and use her exactly how he wanted meant he could do exactly what felt best for him. He put his hand by her mouth and forced his thumb between her lips.

"Suck it."

She took it in and sucked as he hammered her then he pulled it out and pressed it into her ass as Cassidy gasped grabbing the counter but making no effort to stop him.

"You like your ass played with?"

"Mhm," she moaned as he pushed it deeper.

"You have such an amazing ass, I hope I get to stretch it out one day."

"If that's what you want," she whined.

Fuck he might fall in love with her. Cassidy looked back at him over her shoulder letting out a moan.

"You like watching your student fuck you, don't you professor?"

"I can't get enough."

"Slutty professor, I can't even focus in your class anymore I'm to busy thinking about using your holes."

Cassidy's eyes fluttered and she squeezed around him as she came but Marcus didn't stop or slow down until she was finished. He turned her around and sat her on the counter before slipping back into her. He grabbed her hair as he fucked her and made her look down.

"You like seeing your student's cock inside of you?"

"I love watching you make me your slut."

He drove himself in completely with each thrust.

"Yes Professor I'm so deep inside of you," he groaned, "see how good it is when you just give in."

"So fucking good," she whimpered.

Here she was, published author, college professor, freeuse slut. She was his to do with what he pleased, how many students thought about her like this? How many of them would fuck her if she let them? A line of students in her office lined up to take her holes. The thought drove her over the edge. She came hard, staring at his cock as it drilled into her.

"On your knees Professor, I want your throat."

She dropped to her knees and took him in, forcing him as deep as she could manage. Grabbing his magnificent cock with both hands she pushed him as deep as she could and swallowed taking him into her throat.

"Fuck Professor," groaned Marcus, "you let me fuck your throat you're not going to be able to teach tomorrow."

Instead of slowing down she seemed motivated to take him ever further, her throat bulging as she pushed him deeper. He grabbed her head with both hands and took over control.

"Fuck yes professor take it," he growled.

He unloaded down her throat and pulled back spilling some into her mouth. She swallowed and gasped for air massaging her throat.

"I can't believe I got it so deep," she gasped.

"You were amazing," he said kissing her forehead.

"When will I see you again?" she asked from where he'd left her on the floor.

"When I can have your ass," he said pulling his pants back up.

"I'll wear red nail polish," she said, "when I'm ready for you."

***

"Ms. Fernandez," said the PA, "what brings you in today?"

Celia sat nervously on the exam table.

"I don't exactly know," she said, "I've been feeling queasy, dizzy, it comes in waves I'm fine for most of the day."

"Are you on any medications?"

"Just the pill," said Celia.

"When you get these episodes, is it after you've taken your dose?"

Celia thought, "yeah, like an hour or so."

"I'm going to have to ask you to stop taking it," said the PA, "for a week to see if the symptoms subside."

"You think I might be having a reaction?"

"It's not unheard of to develop adverse reactions to something you use everyday," said the PA.

"Well can I get an IUD?" asked Celia.

"We can definitely see about it," said the PA rolling over an ultrasound.

The PA squinted as the test was underway, "strange," she whispered to herself.

"What is it?" asked Celia nervously, "oh god am I pregnant?"

"No, Ms. Fernandez," said the PA, "but you're not a candidate for an IUD either."

"So what am I supposed to do?" asked Celia.

"Condoms," said the PA looking at Celia like that was obvious.

"Tell that to the men," groaned Celia.

"If they're not going to respect your body they don't deserve it," said the PA, "trust me."

Celia grabbed her things and left as the PA stared at the image frozen on the screen.

Ariana went back to the patient files, "Benitez, Banks, Phillips," she said reading them out.

She looked at each of them, Benitez, had an IUD removed because she was no longer able to use it, allergic to the pill and condoms.

Banks, had recently developed a rubber allergy, tested for an IUD, unsuitable, had used the pill and was recently ill from it.

Phillips, perhaps the strangest case, was unsuitable for an IUD, immediately rejected the pill, recent allergy to condoms. But the strangest part, her cycle had been tapering off she was assumed to be approaching menopause but now was extremely regular.

Ariana took a sip of cold coffe and rubbed her temples, "you're just a PA," she muttered to herself, "you're making connections where there aren't any."

Against her better judgment she put the files together, she'd talk to Dr. Williams when she came in tomorrow.

***

Josie walked across campus towards the cafe, trying to do all her homework on Sunday was a bad idea but she'd had so much fun yesterday it was worth it. As she paid for her coffee she turned around and saw Marcus sitting at a table with his books spread out, he didn't seem like he was working though, just spaced out. She walked over and climbed into his lap.

"Jos!" he said a little caught off guard.

She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed her lips to his.

"I missed you," she said as their lips parted.

"Jos you saw me like yesterday," he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah," she said, "but I didn't get any alone time with you."

Marcus brushed some hair from her face, "you look really hot with your new hair," he said suddenly realizing he'd said that out loud, "you want some alone time?"

Josie bit her lip, "mhm."

"Tomorrow night?" he asked, "I've got so much homework to do."

"I have a Women in Business meeting " groaned Josie.

"Tuesday?" he asked.

"It's a date," she said, then she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into his ear, "I'm ready for you Marcus."

"You sure?" he asked meeting her eyes.

"I'm sure," she said before planting another soft kiss on him.

Josie left shortly after and Marcus looked back at his work, math and business were left. Anastasia was his math tutor but he wasn't going to call her. He pulled out his phone and messaged Trace.

"You taking Intro to stats?"

He messaged back a moment later, "don't remind me."

"Did you do the hw?"

"Trying."

"Wanna meet me in the cafe and we can struggle through it together?"

"Omw."

Marcus sipped his now mostly melted ice iced coffee and looked at his business homework, that didn't look any easier. He thought about asking Josie but he was afraid he'd be too distracted. Maybe he could see if Wei or Lily could help? As the thought crossed his mind he looked up and saw Wei at the counter.

"Wei?" he asked causing her to jump, "I'm sorry, is everything ok?"

She shook her head yes, maybe someone who barely spoke to him was a bad idea.

"You're a business major right? The Intro to Business homework is killing me."

She said something barely above a mumble that definitely mentioned Josie.

"I'm afraid we'll distract each other," he said.

Wei looked conflicted and just kind of stood frozen.

"It's fine," he said, "sorry to bother you."

He went and sat down maybe text Lily. Wei sat down next to him a moment later and took the assignment from him.

"This is easy?" she said softly looking at him like he was a moron.

"If you say so," he offered as she looked at his work so far and giggled.

"Professor Roy is kind of boring," he said.

"Tight ass too," said Wei.

She showed him what he was doing wrong and it suddenly made a lot more sense though in his experience once she left he'd be struggling again.

"Have you talked to Josie?" Wei asked once he was pretty much through the assignment.

"Yeah a little before I saw you, why?"

"She's mad at me, mad at Lily too."

"About the frat party," said Marcus, "that was a rough night."

Wei nodded, "she's never been mad at me before."

"Give it time," he said.

Wei nodded as he finished the assignment.

"Well thanks Wei," he said, "I owe you one."

"No problem," she said, "do you mind if I stay here with you?"

"Of course not," he said, "you any good at Statistics?"

Wei rolled her eyes as she took the Statistics assignment.

"Easy," she said staring at him again like he was a moron.

They worked for a little while and Marcus quickly lost interest, "you seen any of the new Magic set?"

"Focus," she said with an exasperated sigh, "no," she said a moment later looking deflated, "I only ever played with Josie."

"We can play," he said, "if you're fine with losing."

"I shouldn't," said Wei, "Josie is afraid I'm going to lure you away from her."

"Why would she think that?" asked Marcus.

"Because the night of the welcome back party I said I'd let you play with my tits if she didn't take the initiative."

Marcus sat stunned for a moment, "wow, um, you like me?"

"Well you're hot," she groaned and then cupped her hand over her mouth.

"So that's why you added me to the group chat," said Marcus with a smirk.

Wei blushed hard and nodded.

"I was a big fan of your magic trick by the way."

Wei blushed even harder, "I should go," she said scrambling to collect her things.

"I'll stop," he said, "I'm sorry, I'll focus."

Wei hesitated and sat back down. Marcus looked back at his assignment but saw Trace approaching and gave a wave.

"Wei, Trace, Trace, Wei," he said making introductions.

"You helping Marcus?" asked Trace taking a seat.

"Trying," said Wei, "he's a bad student."

Trace took out his assignment and Wei snatched it from his hands.

"You're even dumber than him!?"

"I'm dyslexic," said Trace defensively.

Wei turned beet red and started looking at how to help him. They worked through a good portion of the day and when they were finally done Wei sat back in her chair and groaned.

"Well thanks for the invite man," said Trace giving Marcus a fist bump, "Wei, thanks for the help even if you're mean."

"She's all bark," said Marcus as Wei lightly punched his arm.

"Hey I was going to try and get a game of commander together," said Trace, "Josie is down, you wanna join?"

"Count us in," said Marcus.

"Awesome," said Trace, "thinking Wednesday or Thursday but I'll keep you posted."

Trace left and Wei stared at him, "why did you say I'd join?"

"You play," said Marcus.

"But Josie!"

"I'll talk to Josie," said Marcus.

"You'd do that?"

"Well I definitely owe you," said Marcus.

He and Wei parted and he made his way back to his dorm, it was getting late, another week of exciting classes awaited him. As he approached the dorm he saw Anastasia walking his way, face the music he figured.

"Mark," she said with a smile as she saw him.

God that top, he tried not to look but he couldn't resist a glimpse.

Thank you Katie, thought Anastasia as she saw Marcus' eyes take the bait.

"I've been looking for you," she said, "I wanted to apologize, about yesterday. It was...incredible," she blushed and smiled as her mind flashed back, "I ruined it, and I'm sorry."

He nodded and she reached for his cheek but she pulled away.

Mark had just recoiled from her touch. She felt her eyes welling up but tried to fight it.

"Stasi," he said not even meeting her eyes, "you know how I felt about you."

Felt, her mind lingered on that word.

"I don't think you actually want me," he said, "not for the right reasons."

"Mark," she said softly not sure what to do or say, "you're my best friend."

"I'm sorry Anastasia," he said, "I just need some space.

Anastasia, Mark had called her that a handful of times in her life, she wasn't Anastasia, she was Stasi. He walked past her and she reached for his hand to try and stop him he pulled it away.

"You did the right thing," said Daemon.

Marcus swallowed his grief, it doesn't feel like it. He walked up to his dorm and found a note taped to the door from his roommate.

"Staying with my girlfriend, don't touch my shit."

He walked into the room and threw his books down, a little harder than he meant to. He was upset, he was angry, had he really just told Stasi to stay away from him, after he came here to be with her? What he needed was a distraction. He took out his phone and texted Yasmin, he wanted her in his room, nowhere near Anastasia.

***

A good while later he collapsed next to Yasmin. She lay on her back shivering and muttering to herself in Spanish.

"Was I too rough?" asked Marcus, "I told you I had a really bad day.

She leaned in and kissed him, "you were an animal Papi."

He wrapped an arm around her and she cuddled into him, "thanks Yas, I really needed this."

"I could tell Papi," she said rubbing his chest, "I'm just happy I could be here for you."

She fell asleep a moment later and he lay staring at the ceiling. Yasmin was too good to him and now she was pregnant. Jess had given him his big break and now she was pregnant. He thought about Anastasia, the look on her face when he called her Anastasia for the first time in years. Then he thought about Josie, if he got her pregnant he'd never be able to live with himself. He tried to sleep but all he could do was worry and regret. Block it out, he told himself. Yasmin breathed softly next to him, the pipes in the walls groaned and Marcus stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep.