Page 11 of Teach Me

“Great. Chat soon,” Cooper said and ended the call.

I tossed my phone on my desk and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what the hell I’d title this new chapter. I could spout studies and statistics all day, but ask me to come up with a catchy title and I’d spend a year agonizing over it and still not be satisfied.

6

CAM

He wasn’t coming.

I tried to temper the disappointment gnawing at my gut. It didn’t belong there. Not for a onetime bathroom hookup, even if I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And definitely not for a bathroom hookup that maybe didn’t even qualify as a hookup since we’d never seen each other’s faces.

I shouldn’t have been here in the first place, but I’d bailed on the frat mixer the rest of my roommates were going to and followed my urges like a siren song back to the club, hoping against all odds that my stranger would return, drawn by the same enigmatic allure I was.

Was telepathic horniness a thing?

Even though I’d been pathetically loitering in the lemon-scented stall for a half hour, the night hadn’t been a total wash. I’d danced my ass off, gotten a go-go dancer’s number that I’d never use but which was still flattering, had made friends with the bartender, who didn’t seem to judge me for my repeated soda and lime orders. Or maybe it was the generous tips I gave him. As a fellow server, I couldn’t help it.

I was having a good time. I had no regrets about missing the mixer either. They weren’t my speed anymore, if they had ever been, and the eye candy here was better anyway.

I straightened and peered through the crack between the door of the stall as the main bathroom door swung wide. The heavy baseline and a cacophony of voices swam inside. I studied what I could of the guys who came past my field of vision. Was one of them my mystery guy?

But no, every single one of them headed toward the line of urinals or the sinks.

That twinge of disappointment fired up again. I checked my watch and huffed out a sigh. 11:45, which was past the time my stranger had arrived last time. I needed to leave before one to get enough sleep for work the next morning.

My breath caught in my chest as the door to the stall next to me slammed shut, rattling the wooden wall between. Someone had snuck in while I was distracted.

My heart galloped in my chest, and my pulse soared as a pair of shoes angled toward the wall between us. A second later, it sank in disappointment again.

I stared down at the dick jutting through the hole. Look, I wasn’t well versed in glory hole protocol, and I’d certainly never meant to utilize one. It had just happened, but usually, and even as horny as I was, I’d hope for a little more lead-in than a semisoft dick curling somewhat sadly over the hole. I had no idea what sort of preamble would’ve worked for me, but it definitely wasn’t the plaintive “C’monnn” that came from the other side.

I shrank back from the hole, every cell in my body twisting with major ick. It wasn’t my guy. Not his dick, not his voice.

What was I supposed to do now, though? Smack the flaccid member draped over the hole like a sail without a breeze? Try to gently push it back through the hole to its owner? Both seemeda little extreme, so I kept quiet, and another handful of seconds later, the dick disappeared, thank fuck.

“Fucking cocktease.” A noisy huff of displeasure accompanied the squeak of hinges as the guy slammed the door open.

I rubbed a hand over my face and accepted defeat. I was done with this. Officially done. I would call it a night and go home. The next time I was horny, I’d do what 97 percent of people did and use a fucking app or porn instead of standing in a stupid bathroom stall waiting on some glory hole Prince Charming to rock my world the way he had before.

“Pardon.” A low baritone resounded in the brief lull between songs, and I froze.

“Don’t bother. It’s another guilt king who wants to look and fantasize,” the guy who’d just left the stall snipped.

“Noted.”

I don’t know how I knew. I’d never heard him speak a full sentence, but it was him, my stranger. I could feel it.

The outer restroom door clanged opened again, and a fresh wave of bass drowned out what the departing man said. Good fucking riddance to him.

The stall door closed, and my breath shallowed as I caught a glimpse of the guy’s shoes. I was almost certain they were the same ones he’d been wearing last time. Heat zapped through my groin, and my mouth went dry.

My heart thudded and then began sprinting, my dick already half-hard as I waited to see what my stranger would do. God, I wanted this again, and now that he was here, I could acknowledge how desperately I’d hoped for it.

But once again, I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to do. Saying, “Welcome back, please stick your dick through the hole so we can proceed,” was comically cringey.

So once again, I said nothing and waited. One second, two, three. Every swallow felt like it got stuck in my throat. The guy’s feet shuffled, and then he cleared his throat, too. Maybe, like me, he was uncertain how to start?

My dick throbbed as I dipped slightly and peered through the hole.