Professor with Benefits

Chapter 4 - Cole

I thought the Dean asking me to get a drink with her two minutes after getting done with her sexual harassment seminar was the weirdest thing that would happen to me in Blackwell.

It hasn't even been a week, and Jordyn Rose proves that thought to be absolutely, one hundred and ten percent wrong.

Is there something in the campus water supply that made everyone extra fucking horny and crazy around here?

I kick back in my office chair and look out the window for a moment. The trees outside my window are green, lush, and in full bloom.

I sigh. In another life, Rose could have been mine, sure. But not in this one. It's too risky, and though I've taken a fuck load of chances in my life, I can't risk this.

I pick up the only picture frame on my desk. It's from the nineties, and not in perfect focus, but it's my favorite photo of all time. I stare at the woman, my reason for coming back to Blackwell.

I look at the picture of my mom, she's wearing overalls and a white t-shirt, and the smile on her face is so broad while she holds me in her arms, you'd think she just won the lottery by having me.

In reality, she was an eighteen year old woman who had a baby before she wanted to; but in my childhood, not a single day went by that I didn't feel her love.

As a Harvard Psychology professor, I had no shortage of options of places to teach across the U.S. But I need to be back in Blackwell for her. She told me I couldn't make my life decisions based on her, but when she'd been diagnosed with skin cancer a year ago I decided eight years of college and grad school was plenty of time away. So I came back to take care of her. I rented a cheap place on the outskirts of town because it's close to the hospital.

As good as my professor salary is, I have to toss every extra dime I can at her medical bills. She'd sacrificed eighteen years of her life for me, and I damn well am not about to toss my life out the window just because the hottest twenty-two year old brunette bombshell I've ever met walks into my office and asks me--like it's a business transaction--to take her virginity.

Fuck no. I've got more self control than that.

But holy hell, she is hot. My cock is still hard against my jeans thinking about her.

I close my eyes and think of everything non sexual. Old socks. Cactuses. Trees.

After a few minutes and some deep breaths, I'm calm, impressing myself with how impervious I am to temptation.

I pick up the phone and dial my most frequently called number.

"Hey Mom."

"Hi Coley!" I can hear her smiling through the phone.

"Get your going out pants on. I'm taking you to dinner tonight, and karaoke. Be ready at eight sharp."

She giggles and agrees.

A night with my mom is just what I need this Friday, anyway. Romance? Who needs it? Not this guy.

* * *

"I had a great time tonight, Coley," my mom says as I walk her to the door of her house.

"You sure you don't want me to stay over tonight? We can watch eighties movies tonight, then watch some cartoons tomorrow morning like we used to."

"Oh please, Coley. I'm worried about you." She turns and faces me before we get to the door. "It's Friday night. You're a twenty-eight year old single guy. You need to be out there doing what single guys do, not watching old eighties movies with your mother."