As my class starts to file into the class I am reminded why I started this job. I look at all the happy college kids taking my class this semester. I wished that I were back to the day that I started. One of the students walked up to me and I jumped out of my daydream. He said that he was new and asked where he should sit. I told him that he could sit anywhere that I did not assign seats.
He walks to a seat and sits down in the front row. I can feel him staring at me as I start my English Literature 101 class. I tell everyone to take out paper and pencils it is pop quiz time. He stares at me and then raises his hand. I ask him what he wants and he replies that he doesnβt know anything about English Lit. I tell him that is why I am giving the quiz to see how much he knows.
I ask a series of questions and then give them 15 minutes to answer them. At the end of the class I have them hand them in. As the new student walks past and hands me his paper I ask him to stay. When the other students are gone I turn to you and ask for your paper. You hand it to me and I grade it in front of you. I tell you that you will need tutoring to catch up. I tell you of some students that could help. You ask if I can help you.
I say that I could but it would have to be right now. You agree and we sit at my desk and I show you some of the things that will be on the final. You look at me and ask if you can kiss me. I am shocked but I lean towards you wanting you to kiss me. You kiss me deeply and run your hands over my breasts. I pull away and say that we canβt do this here.