Okay, last class of the day.
I can finally go home and rest.
Being a college student is hard, it is nothing like the way I imagined in high school. I thought I would get to do things however I want, anytime I want, and no one would care. Well, that part is true. The professors never cared, neither did my parents. They don't even know which year I'm in. My dad is too busy with his new supermodel girlfriend in Hawaii while my mom getting wasted after work in Paris. I have a brother who only visits me twice a year, one for Christmas and one on my birthday. Other days, he's somewhere out in the world. But if I didn't care, the burden of assignments, due dates, club and research projects, exams and midterms can weigh my academic performance way down.
If I remember right, physics 220 is the last class before I get all packed up and go home.
Physics 220 with Professor Hodge. Oh.
Physics 220 is hard. Most students hate it, but Professor Hodge makes it bearable.
"Good afternoon. Looks like everyone had a nice and quiet weekend. Let's start off with a new module today."
And there he enters, in a blue shirt that fails to hide his perfectly toned muscles and immaculate posture and his slacks that doesn't hide the obvious either.
Majority of the female population in the class is not here to learn Physics 220 but take a good look at the hottest professor in college. The fact that his marital status is ambiguous adds more mystery and excitement to it. However, he always appeared professional.
An hour and a half class go by so fast with Prof. Hodge. I tried to grasp a certain part of a topic and began figuring out my doubt for the today's lecture so I could go meet him when the class is over.
"Eva, you seem like a very curious student, but I have seen your score from the last midterm and the assignments. Is there something I can help with?"
This caught me off guard. I was not looking forward to him paying this close of an attention into my academic performance. Uh-oh.
"Well... I... I sometimes-It is very hard to understand and I'm really trying but..."
"Have you considered hiring a tutor?"
"My schedule does not align well but I have to reconsider it."
His eyes roamed my cleavage for a split-second. I blinked to see if my eyes were lying to me. To my surprise, his eyes went back to my cleavage.
"Wishing that it works out well for you, Eva."
He did not just look at my boobs. And I wasn't even showing much. It was just a modest neckline. No one would believe me.
"Also, Eva, I know a tutor that can work around the schedule. Petty flexible. You can meet me at my office you're interested."
Oh, he did. He did look at my boobs.
I didn't know if I should trust my intuition that this was going some other direction that intended. But I kicked that thought off my mind as I knocked on his office door.
"Please come in."
"Good afternoon, hi."
"Oh, Eva. Please have a seat."
I don't know if it's because this is my first time being alone in his office but he looked hotter than ever. I could feel a little wetness pooling in my panties.
Oh, Eva shut your dirty mind. You're in front of a professor!
"Actually, I have investigated your last midterm, Eva. I can see where you are continuously failing at. And I think my tutoring would help you far better than anyone I know."
Professor Michael Hodge has offered to tutor me? I must be dreaming.
"Oh, I'd absolutely appreciate it, but I don't know if I can afford your time. You must be so busy."
"I figured you'd say that. But unlike other professor's my age, I'm unmarried. So, I do have a couple slots every week that I could fill you in for."
Unmarried. Oh god, so it is confirmed.
"Why don't I come over to your place this evening? I have a little work left before I can head home myself."
