Booty Call for the Teacher’s Assistant [FM]

For those of you keeping track of a rough chronology for these stories, this one happened when I was 19. It was sophomore year of college, fall; I’d taken classes over the summer. I was done meeting guys online by this point, but still occasionally fucking my manager at the theater.

I’m going to call the T.A. involved Brian, because that’s not his name. He’d been a T.A. for a political science class I’d taken that summer, and was working around the department. I was a poli sci major, so I’m pretty sure our whole relationship (if it was a relationship) was against the rules. But, really…he was never the T.A. of a class I was taking. And anyways…I wasn’t the one breaking the rules.

It started, actually, with a little text flirting. I needed to get information for an assignment in the class I had with him, and texted him over the summer to get that. And it got a little flirty; he knew who I was, we’d talked, so it was that funny, teasing kind of flirty that didn’t really usually go somewhere.

Except the flirting kept up. I started it early in the semester, when I needed that assignment. And he was usually in class, as was his job, sitting off to the side of the professor and listening, making notes, doing whatever T.A.s do. And, as the semester went on, he would text me during the class. Jokey stuff. Vaguely sexual but not really. And I’m a notorious flirt, this is a real problem I have, and I would of course flirt back. Roll my eyes at him. Smile. Bite my lip. Put my pen in my mouth suggestively. That kind of thing.

I kind of figured it would all stop when the semester was over, but it didn’t. It kept up even as we didn’t see each other. And it got more sexual once the semester was over, too; more of him asking to see what I was wearing, more of me complying. It progressed into sexting. Light sexting, but sexting all the same…and that progressed into one late night, a Thursday, about 10:30, him texting me a picture of his cock and asking me if I wanted to earn extra credit.

Now, before you all start texting me pictures of your cocks with the same line, please note: this doesn’t usually work. This only worked in this case, in fact, because we’d been building towards this subtly over a few months.

But…it DID work. Because there I was, getting directions to his apartment, getting dressed, and making some excuse to leave to my mother.

The first time it was pretty much what you’d think it was. His roommate was out but coming home soon, I couldn’t stay out all night, and so I went over, blew him, and left. Not a lot of romance to the whole thing, but I wasn’t really looking to do much more. And in texts over the next few days, it was clear that he wasn’t looking for much more either; he was looking for something casual, no strings, and thought it would be cool if we could keep it on that level.

Which I was okay with, really. The setup was pretty much like my arrangement with my theater manager; he’d text me when he was horny, I’d head over, I’d be there for a little while, do what I came to do, and then leave. Sometimes it was just me giving him head. Sometimes he wanted to fuck. It wasn’t kinky sex, it wasn’t intense or anything. I was a booty call, nothing more.

He didn’t have a lot of concern about his roommate being home, though. So there were several times he’d text me and the roommate would answer the door. And that was the thing that was most humiliating, this guy I wasn’t involved with knowing I was just there to fuck his roommate, knowing that I was the kind of girl that was okay with that kind of an arrangement, knowing that I was going to get kicked out not long afterwards (because, while it was casual for him, I actually did like him and needed to be told to leave…which of course only added to the shame of the whole thing, in retrospect).

The whole arrangement went on for eight or nine months; he stopped it, because he’d gotten a serious girlfriend and was looking for something more stable. I had actually been hoping that I could have been the serious girlfriend, that I could have been the stable thing, and that was a particularly harsh blow for me. He and the girlfriend only lasted six or seven months, at which time he moved out of state for awhile. When he came back, a few years later, he texted me within a month of his return asking if I’d be down for a threesome with this other girl he’d met. I was in a relationship and in the middle of an online thing with someone else at the time, so I declined…but only after lengthy internal deliberation. Because I still did like him, and the idea of being with him and another girl, subby and low and doing as they told me, was and is still incredibly appealing.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qr9vj/booty_call_for_the_teachers_assistant_fm