Call of Duty

Saul opened the door to the apartment he shared with his room mate, Brian. It was a two bedroom off campus apartment that they had been sharing since the start of freshman year at the community college they attended together. They were Sophomores now. Both working towards a degree in medicine. Saul as a doctor and Brian as a nurse.

The image that met him behind the door made him instantly throw his hands over his eyes. Brian was on the black leather couch in their living room. He was on his back and atop him was a busty blond, riding him like a cowgirl on a pony. Apparently, Brian had forgotten to put a damn tie or sock or whatever the hell piece of clothing they had agreed on the door to signal that the other was getting lucky. It didn't happen often enough for Saul to remember the agreement. He was busy with school. After school, he usually hung with the guys or went to the bar. Sometimes, he managed to pick up a girl and bring her back home. But, more often than not, he had only his hand for relief.

"I'll come back in an hour," Saul said, his hands still over his eyes as he felt around for the door.

"No, please. Won't you join us," a feminine voice said. Saul slowly pulled his hands from his face and opened his eyes. He took a good look at the busty blond. It was his professor. A professor both him and Brian shared. She taught pharmacological math. They both were in her class this semester. A class that had ended three hours ago. He hadn't remembered seeing Brian chatting her up or any other such unusual thing at the end of class today. But, he couldn't be sure. For all he knew, Brian and Ms. Hull could have been carrying on for weeks or even months. It wasn't the kind of thing Saul would have noticed. If that was so, Brian was a luck man. Their teacher she was smoking hot, even if she was about fifteen years older than they were. She was in her late thirties while they were both mid twenties.