Hanna was finally into her second semester of university, and loving every minute. She enjoyed her classes, had made some good friends, and her professors were great. One professor in particular she thought. John Black. Hanna's English Literature professor. He was smart, kind, funny. And devilishly handsome for a man of his age. Short brown hair matching his intensive dark eyes, a kind smile on his lips surrounded with light stubble. And he looked great in a suit, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Hanna really liked him. So much so, that lately she had begun to dream about him. In her sleep, in class. She'd imagined the two of them alone together. Laughing and smiling. All leading up to them kissing passionately in his classroom. Though she knew she wanted more than that.
In the third week of the semester, just as class was coming to an end, John approached Hanna, quietly, and asked her to remain behind whilst the rest of the class went to their other lectures. Once alone, he asked her if something was bothering her. He'd noticed her work slipping in the last few weeks. John had suggested she take extra classes with him, when neither of them were in other lectures. She agreed to four sessions a week.
They grew closer as the first week went on. Laughing and joking together. Even having a drink together during sessions in the evening. By week two, the sessions grew longer, and ended later and later. John had started dreaming too. He wanted her. Hanna was a attractive girl; a little shorter than him, slim but curvatious. Long brown hair, clipped back to reveal her face. Thin black glasses framing her bright blue eyes. Her elegant skirts just shorter than knee-length, smart blouses and high heeled shoes made her look like a member of staff rather than a student. And John liked that.
