Ross taught two classes at NYU. One was an undergraduate introduction to paleontology, and the other was an advanced undergraduate course focusing on the fossilization process. All the students in the fossilization class were hopeful of becoming professional paleontologists. One girl, named Shelley, was an outstanding candidate, who also made eyes at Professor Geller.
Shelly had china white skin, long dark hair with bangs, and a voluptuous body. Shelley rocked the "hot librarian" look. She wore oversized glasses, tied her hair back, and usually wore bulky knit sweaters. She was five-eight, with a tiny waist, and huge knockers that no sweater could conceal. She was a knockout. Ross always imagined Shelly shedding her sweater, shaking out her pony tail, and peeling off her eyeglasses as she slinked toward him.
Shelley aced the fossilization class in the fall semester. On the first day of the spring semester, she came to see Ross. Ross welcomed her into his office, "Shelley! There's my superstar. Here, have a seat."
Shelley said, "Thank you, Professor Geller. I was so happy with my grade in your class. It was the perfect Christmas present."
"You earned it, Shelley, and please keep me in mind if you need a letter of recommendation. I'll also keep an eye out for internships and other opportunities for you."
Shelley blushed, "Thank you, Professor. I was hoping you would say that. I also came to you seeking your advice on something that isn't strictly academic." She glanced over her shoulder at the open door. Ross got up and shut the door.
Shelley took a deep breath, and blurted out, "I want to lose my virginity."
Ross was taken aback. He was at a loss for words for several moments. Finally, he sputtered, "Um, I see. That's a big moment in anyone's life, Shelley."
"I want it to be you."
"Uhhh, that's very flattering, Shelley. Why me?"
Shelley went into debate mode, "Professor Geller, you are the most complete man I know, excepting only my father. You are young, yet mature, handsome, experienced, worldly, and you have a smoking hot girlfriend." Shelley gestured to the eight-by-ten of Rachel that sat on Ross's desk. "You'd be perfect for me. You could show me the ropes, and go back to your girlfriend, no questions asked."
Ross tensed, "That whole girlfriend thing is kind of a big factor in my decision-making, Shelley."
Shelley was supremely confident. She picked up Ross's phone off the desk, handed it to him, and said, "Call her, please. I'd like to talk to her, woman to woman. Her name is Rachel, isn't it?"
"Uh, yes, but she may not want to hear what you have to say."
Shelley waved her hand, "I've thought this through, sir. If she says no, I'm just a crazy kid making a crank call. You can say you threw me out of your office. If she says yes, then you and I are both winners, aren't we?"
Ross couldn't see a flaw in Shelley's reasoning. His pants began to stir, thinking that there might just be a chance of pulling this off. He dialed Rachel at work.
"Rachel, can you talk privately for a few minutes?"
"Sure, Ross. Let me close my door." Ross heard the sound of a door closing. "Shoot."
"Rachel, I have a student here named Shelley. She is a star student. She got an A-plus in my advanced class last semester. She came to me for advice. Apparently, it's something that requires a woman's touch. Could you please talk to her for a moment?"
"Yeah, sure."
Ross handed the phone to Shelley, who said, "Rachel? Hello, my name is Shelley. I won't waste any of your time or Professor Geller's time. I am a graduating senior. To put it bluntly, I don't want to graduate college a virgin. Professor Geller is the ideal man for the job, in my opinion. I could explain my reasoning ad nauseum, but you know him even better than I. I hope you will allow him to help me in this matter."
There was a pause. Rachel said, "Shelley, please put Professor Geller on." Shelley handed Ross the phone, and shrugged.
"Rachel?"
"Ross, this better not be some kind of joke."
Ross was insistent, "It's completely sincere on Shelley's part, Rachel. She is mature beyond her years. I think she means what she says, incredible as it may sound."
Rachel asked, "What do you want to do?"
Ross didn't know what to say, so he stumbled, "Oh, uh...well, I don't know...."
"I get it, Ross. You want to. Nothing scandalous in that." Rachel lowered her voice so Shelley would not be able to overhear, "Yes or no. Is she good looking?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"I think you should do it, Ross. She doesn't want anything from you but sex. This sounds like low hanging fruit. Maybe you should have her come to our place. It could be any time after work, or any time this weekend. We could talk it over, and, maybe, you dine on cherry pie!" Rachel hung up.
Ross cleared his throat, "Ahem, she wants you to come over for a chat, Shelley. We could do it any night after five, or this weekend. We could order some pizza, and think this through."
"I'm ready tonight."
Ross wrote on a notepad, and said, "Here's the address, and my phone number. It's about a half block south of the L line station. Be there around six, please. What kind of pizza do you like?"
"Vegetarian."
"Good! I'll see you then."
Ross had trouble keeping his erection at bay for the remainder of the afternoon. He was so nervous that he left early, arrived home by five, and took two showers. He ordered pizza. Rachel came home around 5:30, and sensed at once what was going on. She said, "Ooh, Ross, I see you're just out of the shower, and highly agitated. You're like a kid on Christmas morning, or Hannukah morning, if you will. I can't wait to see what this little morsel looks like.
"She's got a very intellectual vibe, but underneath, I think she is probably gorgeous."
The doorbell rang. Rachel was closest, and opened the door. It was Shelley. Rachel invited her in, and gave Ross a scolding look. Shelley was transformed. Her hair was down, falling luxuriously over her shoulder. No eyeglasses. She wore knits, but it was a chic, thin, stylish knit suit. It showed off her bombshell figure without revealing anything.
Ross said, "You look so different, Shelley!"
Shelley said, "I tone it down for school. I figure this is a special occasion."
Rachel said, "Sit down, Shelley. May I ask how old you are?"
"I'm twenty-one."
Rachel was serious, "You're contemplating taking a serious step. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Quite sure. I want to get this over with, and get on with my life. My status has become a distraction, and I don't want to waste any more mental energy on it. I'm sure."
Ross asked, "Would you like some wine, or a beer, Shelley?"