“Unfortunately, yes.” He started to button up his shirt before he realized there were buttons missing from when I’d ripped it open.

“Oops,” I said with a shrug. I walked into the kitchen, completely naked, and pulled two safety pins out of the drawer. “Here.” I pushed his hands away and began securing the openings of his shirt with my pins. “Sorry.” I gave him a sheepish grin.

Smiling, he held my face in his hands. “Me too.” He put his lips on my forehead for a second and pulled away. He tucked the ends of his shirt into his pants and then we stared at each other, as if he didn’t know how to end this. Was it an end? Or just a pause?

“So…” I began, not finishing my sentence.

“Let me give you my personal email address.”

I was stupidly giddy, even as the voice in my head muttered, Not his phone number?

He scribbled it down on the paper I’d pushed at him and I took the moment to admire his long, thick fingers as they moved across the page. I had a very vivid thought of those fingers inside of me and wanted a repeat.

“Here.” He handed me the paper. “Alice Carroll can email me here.”

Alice Carroll, my fake email account. I knew he was telling me not to use my school account, much like I shouldn’t send to his work account.

“I’ll let her know,” I said, standing still. When he didn’t make a move to leave and just stood there staring, I blurted out, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I can order a pizza?” I couldn’t really afford to order a pizza, but if it meant I’d get a couple more hours with him, I was going to go for it.

“I wish I could. I have papers to grade from one of my other classes.” Even though he was shooting me down, he sounded sincere in his desire to stay, so I let it go, walking him to the door.

“Are you going to put on clothes?” he asked at the door.

I shrugged. “Are you going to stay?” I said it teasingly.

He smiled, that one small act transforming his face from sexy intense to stupidly beautiful. “No.”

I leaned against the wall next to the door. “I guess Alice Carroll will have to let you know later on, if clothes happen or not.”

I took delight in the way his throat moved in response to what I’d said. “I hope she does,” he said, his voice hushed.

Leaning in, he kissed me, running his fingers over my ribs. And then he left.

I tried to distract myself with a book, with cleaning, but barely an hour after he left, I booted up my computer and logged into my Alice Carroll account.

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:29 PM

Subject: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

I’m hungry.

• • •

I laughed at myself for the brief message. His reply came shortly.

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:32 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

I heard you say something about pizza. Order some.

• • •

I wasn’t surprised by his reply, but it didn’t go exactly the direction I’d intended.

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:34 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

I was thinking I was hungry for dick. What happened to you coming in my mouth?

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:37 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you coming against my hand and then around the dick you’re after is what happened.

There’s always next time.

• • •

Next time! We hadn’t discussed anything before he’d left my apartment, but I’d hoped this wasn’t a one-time deal. So, to have him suggest it set my worries at ease.

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:40 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

I forgot about that. Perhaps you should refresh my memory sometime soon?

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:45 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

You wound me. I’d like to do just that, but this week is busy for me. Next week, perhaps?

• • •

I couldn’t help the disappointment that wormed its way into my head. But he wasn’t blowing me off at least.

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:49 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

I’ll try to fit you into my schedule.

• • •

I’d hoped he’d find the humor in my response, and I wasn’t disappointed with his reply.

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:53 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

If you don’t fit me into your schedule, I’ll have to punish you.

• • •

As if it knew I was thinking about it, my ass settled more comfortably in my desk chair.

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:55 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

In that case, maybe I won’t fit you in.

I like a good spanking.

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:59 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

I recall.

I feel like I would be remiss in forgetting to mention that we must keep this—whatever this is—between us. And be as discreet as possible.

Furthermore, as unpleasant as it is for me to say this, I feel compelled to let you know that our trysts will not influence your grade in my class.

• • •

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:05 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

Are you telling me I won’t get extra credit for giving you a blow job? Bummer.

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:08 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

I think you should know my stance on extra credit by now. But no, a blow job will get you five gold stars.

• • •

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:11 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

And what does five gold stars get me?

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:14 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

Nothing. Bragging rights? Except you can’t brag about this, so you’ll have to settle for my enthusiastic appreciation.

• • •

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:15 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Nathaniel Easton

I can settle for that. Goodnight, Nathaniel.

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:19 PM

Subject: Re: Hungry

To: Alice Carroll

Adele. I hope you sleep well.

I still smell you on my skin. I’m not showering tonight.

• • •

The rest of the week was more emails. They were always more sexual immediately after class, as I’d spent the entire hour wound up tight, struggling to look at him as my teacher and not the man who’d just given me two outstanding orgasms.

From: Alice Carroll

Date: Wednesday, October 14, 2015 02:15 PM

Subject: Hard

To: Nathaniel Easton

Do you know how hard it is to listen to you talk for an hour and not let my mind wander to what I’d rather employ your lips to do?

• • •

From: Nathaniel Easton

Date: Wednesday, October 14, 2015 02:19 PM

Subject: Re: Hard