What the Professor Proposed to Us in His Office

Nerea couldn’t take her eyes off Aitor. She was finding it hard to get used to seeing him like that, with his shirt buttoned all the way to the neck and that gray jacket that made him look ten years older than he was. She followed his movements across the lectern, those almost feline steps, and it was impossible to concentrate knowing what that same man was like when he had nothing on.

Bruno, seated beside her, also kept his eyes on the professor. Every now and then he traded a complicit glance with her, a restrained smile that only the two of them understood.

They went through that morning’s class without catching a single word of it.

When it finally ended and the other students began packing away their notes, Aitor walked straight over to them. He had been aware of their gazes for the full two hours, and knowing he was desired by both of them still sent a shiver through him that he hid well.

—I need to speak with you —he said in a serious, formal tone, just in case anyone was listening.

—What time should we come by your office? —Bruno asked, playing along with the same coolness.

—Now works for me, if you don’t have anything else to do.

—Not at all. We’ll come with you —Nerea replied, standing up.

They followed him down the hallway to his private office. Once inside, Aitor locked the door and slowly turned the bolt, as if making sure of more than just their privacy.

He looked at them in silence, letting his eyes move from one to the other. He let out a long sigh and dropped his shoulders in a gesture of weariness.

—This can’t go on like this, guys.

Nerea and Bruno exchanged a look. Is he breaking up with us? But everything was normal last night.

—That’s not what you think —he clarified when he saw their faces.

—Then what is it? —Bruno asked.

—Look… —he closed his eyes for a moment, searching for the words—. It’s been two months since we started sleeping together. Our things are split between your apartment and mine, I never know where I left anything and neither do you. On top of that, your grades have started to slip. It’s not serious, but this situation is affecting all three of us.

He watched them closely, trying to gauge the effect of his words. They stayed silent for a while, weighing what he was saying and what he wasn’t.

—Do you mean you’re no longer interested? That we’ve become a problem? —Nerea’s voice sounded bewildered.

—It’s not that —he smiled faintly and raised both hands, palms open, in apology—. At first I thought that after a couple of dates, the attraction I felt for the two of you would fade. But that didn’t happen. The truth is —he confessed, and a playful smile curved his lips— I’m finding myself more and more attracted to both of you.

—So… —they looked at each other in confusion and then back at him, seeking answers. In the end, it was Bruno who asked—: What do you want us to do?

—As I see it, we only have two options. The first is that this ends here and now. There are a few weeks left before final exams, this will be your last year at the university, and we wouldn’t have to see each other again. I suppose in time each of us would move on. —He fell silent to let them think—. The other is for the two of you to come live with me.

—And the dean’s office? —murmured Nerea.

—We’d have to report a relationship like this, yes. But I’ve taken care not to grade a single one of your exams, I haven’t touched any of my assistants’ assessments, and I certainly won’t be the one marking the final exam. I’d like this to work out, but… —he shrugged— there are no guarantees. The decision is yours.

Nerea carefully weighed each implication. If the last exams went well, she’d be done with her degree and nothing would tie her to Salamanca anymore. On the other hand, if it got out that she’d been with her professor for two months, it would cast doubt on the validity of her grades and make her the gossip of the campus, even if it were proven that there had never been any favoritism. She looked at Bruno. Just from his posture she knew he was thinking exactly the same thing.

She bit her lower lip. Bruno nodded, communicating with her without a single word.

She had never imagined having to make a decision like this together with her best friend. They had shared the occasional lover over the years, but never at the same time, never until Aitor. Until now they had handled that three-way relationship well. Could it become something stable? Bruno arched an eyebrow when he saw her furrowed brow. It was enough for him to understand her. He tipped his head slightly, nodding in that way almost no one around him knew how to read.

Without saying a word, Nerea turned to Aitor and stepped forward slowly. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them upward to his shoulders, arching her body against his. She gripped him by the nape, forced him to lower his head, and kissed him possessively, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his.

Bruno positioned himself behind the professor. He wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his pelvis against his ass, and kissed the back of his neck, leaving a wet trail up to his ear, where he whispered in a hoarse voice:

—You’ve got your answer. What are you going to do now?

Aitor smiled against Nerea’s lips. He grabbed her buttocks, lifted her, and pressed her against his erection while moving his hips in circles, rubbing against Bruno at the same time as he stood behind him.

—Well, I don’t know —he sighed—. We’re supposed to go talk to the dean now. But I imagine it can wait. I think we have a more urgent matter on our hands.

***

He began to undress her slowly, letting each garment fall to the floor. From behind, Bruno unbuttoned his shirt, button by button, running his knuckles over his back. When he reached the belt he opened it, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and slipped his hand inside, closing it around a cock that was already hard.

Nerea put her hands on his shoulders, inside the jacket, and slid it down to his elbows, leaving his arms half trapped. Meanwhile she kissed his neck, leaving a hot trail over every centimeter of skin Bruno uncovered.

Then she knelt in front of him and helped Bruno finish stripping him, until his trousers and underwear were bunched at his ankles.

She took his cock in one hand. It was hot, throbbing against her palm. She ran her tongue from the base, tracing it all the way up, and took it into her mouth, encircling it with her lips, pressing just a little, while her hand kept a slow rhythm. With her other hand she clung to his hip.

Aitor gasped and threw his head back, pushing his hips forward, wanting more. He clutched Bruno’s shoulder to keep from losing his balance.

Bruno was stroking him from behind, kneading his buttocks, opening and closing them. He brought two fingers to his mouth and pressed his lips to them.

—Wet them —he whispered in his ear, pushing them inside, against the tongue, making him salivate.

Aitor had lost control of his own body. The sensations hitting him all at once were too intense to withstand.

Nerea quickened the pace of the blowjob. She moved her head up and down, nibbled softly at the shaft as she went down, licked the tip before swallowing him again, deeper each time.

Bruno kissed his neck while playing with his entrance, brushing it with the pad of a wet finger, feeling it pulse beneath his touch. When he could tell he was ready, he slid in one finger, circling it, stretching him slowly, listening to every sigh. Then he added a second, firm but without forcing it, attentive to the way the professor’s skin blazed with desire.

Aitor bit his lip. Sweat was sliding down his forehead. He was trying to hold back, and then he felt it.

Bruno released his cock urgently and brought it to Aitor’s entrance, setting it there, one open hand at the base of his back, his thumbs pressing the dimples above his pelvis.

He pushed in carefully, giving him time to adjust, for his body to take him in without pain, only pleasure.

In the silence of the office, all that could be heard were their moans, the dull sound of bodies colliding, the wetness of the kisses and of Nerea’s mouth working him without pause.

Bruno clutched Aitor’s hips and pulled him against him, sinking deeper in. He looked at his friend with a wicked smile, thick with desire. She returned his look with complicity.

Nerea wrapped her arms around Aitor’s neck and climbed onto him, guiding him into her sex, trapping his lips in a hungry kiss. She started a slow rocking motion that drove the professor further onto Bruno, who kept the rhythm from behind, holding him captive between the two of them.

Aitor held her, his hands closed over her ass, drawing her toward him. His breathing was ragged, his pulse racing, his body taut.

—Guys… I… —he could no longer put together a full sentence. It was obvious he was on the edge—. Bruno, please, don’t stop.

Bruno quickened the pace, gasping, biting at the base of the professor’s neck.

—Relax —he managed to say, clenching his teeth to hold back the urge to spill—. I have no intention of stopping.

—Nerea… are you okay? —Aitor looked at her, as if wanting to make sure she was enjoying herself too.

—Yes… —and the way she rocked her hips over him became faster, as if the three of them were racing toward the same end.

He felt his cock throbbing inside her, hardening even more, Aitor’s eyes turning glassy. He convulsed first, spilling into her, and his muscles tightened around Bruno, squeezing him as if they meant to milk him dry.

—Ugh —a rough grunt rose in Bruno’s throat at the sensation. He increased the pace of his thrusts, bit the professor’s earlobe, and came in a long release, holding him tightly against his body.

The three of them let themselves fall onto the office carpet, their bodies lax and tangled, their breathing still unsteady. Nerea was caressing Aitor’s chest with her head resting on his shoulder, while Bruno took his face in one hand and kissed him slowly, with an echo of passion that would take time to fade.

—I suppose now, then —murmured Aitor with his eyes closed— we should go talk to the dean.

Neither of them moved. And he wasn’t in any hurry either.