Tim Rykers, gently kicked the door to his car shut and headed towards campus; first day back after the holiday break and he was already exhausted just thinking about the day ahead. The students would be extra rowdy and uncooperative, still high on their holiday fun and disappointed to be back in school. The other staff would be just as miserable as he was at the prospect of dealing with the post break students. With a heavy sigh Tim pulled open the door to his building and headed down the long corridor to his office.
As one of the newer staff members in the athletic department he had been graced with the smallest and most inconveniently located office spaces in the complex but having a six figure salary at 25 more than made up for that minor detail. The private university he worked for was able to provide generous compensation for the relatively little experience Tim had to offer and he was happy to not have been caught in the new grad trap of facing "five years experience required" on every job description he came across.
He finally reached his office and pulled out his keys, immediately slumping into the chair behind his desk and sipping the coffee he'd stopped for on the morning commute. He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to get alert while his computer started up, sure there would be a slew of emails - very few of which would be of any importance. Sure enough, one hour and 300 something emails later he had a miniscule to do list for the day. First of which, conduct an equipment inspection in the gym area. It was mostly for show but if an inspection was skipped and a student were to be injured on faulty equipment...the university had the money but who wants the negative publicity that tends to accompany a lawsuit?
Tim made his way back down the corridor he had arrived through and saw that despite the early hour there were a few students working out. The process was slow going and quite boring so he occupied his mind with a wandering eye. A few guys lifting weights. Pass. A much older, non-traditional student plodding along on an elliptical. Pass. A few girls running on treadmills, earbuds firmly in place. Cute. Nice ass. Fit body. Great tits. His eyes landed on the last person to come across and instantly recognized her. Katie Greene. Gulp.
Katie Greene had taken an introduction to something or other class with him last year and she was just as hot now as she was then. More so actually. He remembered the long lectures where he was forced to pull his attention away from her gorgeous body and focus on speaking. She generally sat in the front row and he entered the class every morning hoping she was wearing something low cut. Every time he was rewarded with this, a slight twitch in his pants happened in response. There had been a few times, towards the end of the school year when the weather was headed into that blissful summer time warmth, that she had showed up in the shortest of shorts, in addition to a low cut tank, and Tim had been genuinely concerned that the entire class could see the outline of his half hard dick through his pants. On those days, Tim would rush from class straight into his office, practically slamming the door shut behind him. He would whip out his cock, not even bothering to drop trou all the way, and begin stroking himself, the thought of Katie fueling him towards a quick orgasm. After the last drops of cum had fallen into his trash barrel he would always think "Sorry, cleaning crew." as he pulled his pants up and re-buttoned them.
Tim felt his face flushing at the memories and a part of him felt guilty, objectifying this former student of his. "Ok, be a nice guy. Go say hi and don't be pervy about it." He approached Katie slowly, she looked to be stretching post workout, her forehead covered in a sheen of sweat. She saw him and smiled, giving a little wave that he returned.
"Hello, Miss Greene." He said. "Smooth line, dude."
"Hey Coach Rykers!" Katie replied, pulling a leg up to stretch her quads.
"Surprised to see anyone in here, the day after break!"
"People gotta keep their New Year's resolutions, I guess." They both laughed and Tim could feel a familiar sensation happening.
"Did you enjoy your break?" He asked, lamely.
"Yea it was great to be home. What about you?"
"Same. Same." An awkward silence passed between them. "What classes are you taking this semester?" Katie rattled off a few different titles and Tim was disappointed none of them were his. When he voiced this she smiled. "Miss having me in class?" She asked, looking him dead in the eye. He swallowed thickly and returned her gaze. "As a matter of fact, I do." Her only response was a "Hmm. Good to know." with a smirk he was tempted to read into. "Listen, I gotta get to class. It was nice running into you. Sorry I'm not taking any of your classes, maybe I'll stop by your office to say hi sometime. You know, so you don't miss me too much?" Tim could barely reply and when he did it was an eked out "Sure, any time." Katie smiled again, turned on the spot and left the gym. Tim made a beeline to his office.
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Three weeks into the semester and Tim felt like the holiday break had been years ago. The semester was monotonous and he could use a distraction. Maybe he'd plan a weekend camping trip with a few friends. Group of guys, out in the woods, lots of beer, weed, and food cooked over a fire sounded like a damn good time. A soft knock on his half open door jarred him out of his camping dream.
"Come in!"
