Week 10: Humility, Honesty, Influence

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“For?” Amber asked.

“Not trusting you with what I’m feeling,” I said.

We’d met at the coffee shop on campus and each had a coffee as we sat on a bench in a corner of the main quad.

She sighed. “Better,” she said.

“I’m jealous,” I told her, having decided honesty was the only way this would work in the long run.

“What?” she asked. “Of… me?”

“Over you,” I said.

“But- I’m confused,” she said. “I’m only seeing you. And I’m not even studying with anyone else.”

“It’s not something you’ve done, it’s something that… is coming up,” I said. “Next week.”

She frowned, thinking, and then her eyes went wide. “Oh,” she said. “Gangbang week. I… hadn’t really thought of that.”

“No one else in the class is dating anyone. We are. There’s a little part of me that’s like, ‘Well, she lets me study with other people, so it’s not really fair to be jealous,’ but like 99% of me is fucking terrified of you being in class that week.”

“Oh, Nate,” Amber said, reaching over and taking my hand. “I-”

She couldn’t say she wouldn’t go, even if she did want to, and I knew why. No one ever missed Psych 347. Prof Garringer had made sure it was their top priority.

I looked deep into Amber’s eyes and set down my coffee so I could take her other hand as well. I squeezed her fingers tightly, focusing everything I had into pouring myself into her soul through those pretty brown eyes of hers. You don’t need to go to class that week, you willed at her.

You do not need to go to class that week.

You don’t need to go to class that week.

I felt like I was screaming it in my own head. This was it. There was nothing else. Garringer could make people think ridiculous things were completely normal. He ran a fucking Hands On Sex Ed class every year, screwing hundreds of the most attractive coeds over the years. And he said I was a Mesmer and could do those things too.

I was a Mesmer, I raged in my heart, and my girlfriend was not going to attend that class.

“I’ll skip-” Amber said and then blinked and frowned, then blinked again and focused on me. “I’ll skip that week,” she repeated, finishing her sentence. “I get it, Nate. Honestly, most of us girls are a little scared of that week. I don’t need to have that experience, I’ve got a fulfilled life and feel like I’ve gotten everything I can out of the class already.”

I exhaled heavily and leaned forward, pulling her into a hug as she squeezed me right back. I kissed her cheek, and she kissed mine.

“We can stop studying with anyone else,” I told her.

“Well… we don’t need to do that,” she said, still holding me. “Maybe no office hours with Sinclair anymore, though?”

“OK,” I said, bidding the big titty Professor goodbye in my mind happily.

“And only study sessions that I set up,” she said. “The whole kink situation… I think I like the idea of being in control, at least of bringing other people into our bed.”

“Amazing,” I said, my heart soaring in relief. “No arguments from me.”

“I love you,” she said, pulling back enough to kiss me. I kissed her back fervently.

“I love you too,” I mumbled into her lips.

When we finally pulled apart she slid closer to me on the bench so we were side-by-side and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

“Nate?” she asked, leaning against my side.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Move in with me next year?” she asked.

I turned and looked down into her bright, gorgeous eyes and I could see that she was still in love with me, and I just knew that it wasn’t Influence. Not mine, not Garringer’s.

Amber was with me because she wanted to be.

“I would fucking love to,” I said and kissed her, and she grinned against my lips.

“Come on,” she said, standing up and pulling me up by the hand. “Carisse is waiting at my place.”

“For what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“To celebrate this conversation going well,” Amber said. “Or commiserate if we broke up. She’s gonna be a lot more happy that we’re both going to meet her. She’s been wanting you to plug her ass something fierce but wasn’t asking you out of solidarity with me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh in relief, and awe, and arousal.

My life was never going to be the same again.

The End
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