After my freshman year of college, I had returned to my home town for the summer and it was a total drag, so there was no way I was doing that again! During my sophomore year I had found an ideal job, low intensity, at the university gyms where I could study as I worked. So at the end of the spring semester, I signed up for summer school. I figured I'd knock out a few hours of credits, and workout like a madman all summer and maybe finally try to walk on for baseball in the fall. My minor was psychology so Child Psychology 104 looked pretty good for the first summer semester. The name of the professor especially got my attention, "Anabella Anise." The only drawback was that the class was at 8:30 in the morning!
The night before the first day of class, I stayed up way too late playing Tetris on my roommate's Playstation. As I rode the shuttle bus to class that first day, I thought for sure I was gonna drop the class. I still managed to get there a little early and immediately put my head on my desk and fell asleep for a while. I figured I'd at least give it a chance but then probably drop it before heading back home. Truthfully, I wanted to get a look at the professor. In the two previous years of college, I can't recall having a single female professor. Can that be true? It makes the 90s seem like the dark ages. There had been some TA's yes. So before I dropped the class I wanted to at least catch a glimpse of Anabella Anise. I had quite a few female professors later on btw so maybe it was just a statistical anomaly.
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You marched in, confident and beautiful and said "Hellow everyone. My name is Anabella Anise, and I'll be teaching this section of Child Psychology 104." Any thoughts of me dropping the class dissipated completely. Looking and listening to you would definitely be worth some early mornings. Hell, I'd show up at 4. On some unconscious level, I knew I'd be grabbing my cock and rubbing it as soon as I got home. Thinking about you riding me while still wearing that tight skirt. Imagining you just pulling it up and squirming around to get your panties off. I thought about unbuttoning your tight blouse but leaving on your sport coat looking thing. Sorry for the lazy description, I can't claim to be a fashion man. But I'll try to do better. You were wearing a short jacket that was apparently not meant to be buttoned. It did the trick and made you look professional. It also helped to frame your heaving heavenly breasts.
As you continued to talk, I managed to put my fantasies aside and pay attention. You explained it was your first class to teach as a full professor. You had just gotten your PhD at a University on the West Coast and been hired on the tenure track at our semi-prestigious Southwestern university.
So I kept the class. I even tried to go to bed earlier. And, I made sure to get there early enough to sit in the first couple of rows. Yes I was strongly attracted to and fantasizing about you every night. But the subject also is fascinating and even particularly so with the way you presented it with such enthusiasm. You often told us anecdotally what was going on with your son who was just about to turn 2. You also happened to mention that you were recently divorced because your husband had cheated on you and you only found out when you got an unexpected STD. I was 100% engaged.
Before the last day, which I will get to in a minute, I only remember a couple of details of the class; one cringey and one sexy. The cringe was... well let me explain first. I was a blank slate at this point. I was a blank slate who was raised accidentally secular (my parents were religious but couldn't agree on which church to attend, so the result was we didn't go) in a very religious small town. So what I said out loud in class was what I had absorbed by osmosis in high school. And that was that 'although it was not okay to discriminate against someone because of race or gender, it did seem justified to treat gay people differently, because it was a lifestyle, they chose. When I boldly volunteered this, the class collectively groaned! What a hayseed I was! But you handled it so very graciously., You even said "I'm glad you said that!" and then explained how science had shown differently, that sexual preference was not a choice at all but something completely innate. As Chris Rock would soon say. Have you ever met "Little Richard?" I was fairly mortified by the reaction of the class but you softened it considerably by saying you weren't surprised to hear someone say that and imagined the science wasn't something being taught in a lot of high schools in our particular state. It was so super kind of you.
The sexy thing that I remember was your speech you gave against what we would now call "slut shaming." You wanted everyone to know that it was unfair to criticize highschool girls who liked to have sex, when young men were not criticized at all. And what's more you held herself out as a positive role model for hyper-sexual young women. "I want you all to know I was one of those girls that in highschool liked to have a lot of sex. You said this with emphasis, and I experienced a sudden renewed urge to tear your blouse off immediately. And you pointed out that obviously being a hypersexual young lady had not kept you from becoming a professor at a pretty good university.
Heading into the last week of class it was feeling like an easy A. I had done very well on all the tests and there was just one more to go and then a final exam. In the meantime, by now I was finally getting very good at Tetris, having been at first so awful that my roommates were making fun of me. Which is the very sort of thing that motivates me. It was becoming easy and fun now and getting to be almost an addiction where I would play for hours. The night before the last test I had not been able to stop myself from playing until 3 in the morning.
The next morning, I woke in a panic, realizing that I had somehow slept right through my blaring alarm and was missing the test! I threw on a shirt and rushed out to catch a shuttle bus. My hair was standing pretty much straight up, in full mad scientist mode and I was wearing just my EverReady battery T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.
By the time I showed up the class was almost entirely empty. The very last student was turning in her test and actually gave me a disapproving shake of her head as she saw me hustling through the door. I was ready to be told there was nothing to be done and I would have to take an F.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. Ms Anise" I said looking at the clock. Officially there were still seven minutes left in the class. "Can I give it a go and try to blast through it?." To my surprise instead of any reproach you responded with what I now know was a flirty giggle.
Your hand brushed my arm as you smiled up brightly at me and said 'Well, it is an essay test so there's not really any chance you could finish. But I'lll cut you some slack. Why don't you come to my office hours at 11 and you can take the test there.''
I let out a deep sigh of relief.
So at around 10:45 I started looking for your office. I think I had gone to the gym, probably played basketball and maybe even done some weights. So I might even have been walking in there a little sweaty and a little extra heavy in the arms and shoulders from all the blood that had been pumped there while I was lifting weights.
Since it was already the end of the first shortened summer session, the Psychology building felt nearly deserted. You were the latest professor to be hired in the Psych department so your office was the smallest one, on the top floor. I climbed the stairs and marched down the hall looking for the right number. Finally, at the very end of the hall. I found the right door and knocked.
"Just a minute" you said. I stood there awkwardly for just a bit wondering if it had been uncouth for me to come there all sweaty and then the door opened and there you stood. Again you were smiling. And preening! You had been brushing your hair and made no attempt to hide it. I would know now to interpret this as keen sexual interest. I did immediately know I'd be thinking some naughty thoughts about this encounter later. But as much as I was attracted to you, at this point I was completely oblivious and had no idea you were attracted to me. Despite the earlier arm touch, despite the preening and smiling.
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This might be as good a place as any to explain that romantically I was a very late bloomer. When I was kid, I remember a lot of comments about how girls would eventually like my big blue green eyes. But as elementary school proceeded and my extra large adult teeth came in before my head grew to match them I started to think of myself as less than good looking. Not only was I bucktoothed but also I had a lazy eye so I was somewhat cross-eyed. And I was mad a lot. Looking back now I think it might have had something to do with the fact that I was always hungry because I was an exceptionally picky eater and consequently very thin.
By the time I got to junior high I had become the first kid to get braces. Then I hit a major growth spurt and got acne. My lazy eye had gotten better but was still there in pictures. I channeled my anger into sports and got very good and I was also proud of being smart and reading more than any other kid. But in my small group of friends being smart meant getting straight A's without studying. Which seemed like the way to go at the time but boy there were some times in college that I really regretted it.
Long story short I was still a virgin by the time I got to college. My braces had come off by the time I was in high school and I had one major super hot flirty crush on a dark haired girl who sat right in front of me in sophomore English. But even though there were times in all three high school years where she practically threw herself at me I was always too slow to make any moves and she'd get frustrated and start dating someone else and I'd back off and wait and by the time I gave up on her it was already the last semester of high school.
Truly if I think back on it, there were so many missed opportunities in high school that I could kick myself. But I persisted in thinking of myself as not good looking even as evidence to the contrary began to slowly mount up. And between me and Kathy Lee there was always some obstacle.
My freshman year of college I had a couple of hot encounters which I'll write about later. But it took me to the fall of my sophomore year before I finally had sex. I met a sorority girl at a party, which makes me laugh. I'm definitely not the fratty type. Her name was Mazie. Mazie told me that one thing that made me a catch was that I was good looking but didn't realize it yet. She told me that most good looking guys knew it and were cocky and thought they could get away with anything. I was confident about sports and even maybe over-confident about my smarts. But this thing about being good looking was news to me. Although Kathy Lee for one had always seemed to agree.
Mazie was the first person too to exclaim about the size of my endowments. Wait- that might not be strictly true. Back in highschool, our quarterback, who was 6 ft 2 and 240, and who's locker was next to mine during baseball season, turned to me one day after we had all showered and told me I should be in pornos. I barely knew what a porno was. And had no idea why some dude who had never even made out with a girl should be cast in one. I remember being completely baffled, with no idea what he was talking about. Years later when he was arrested for sleeping with several cheerleaders at several schools where he had been a football coach, I suddenly remembered the incident and it finally made some sense to me. But not completely, I'm more of a grower than a shower and I don't think I ever got hard in the shower. But then again I was always thinking about sex so maybe I had shown some in the shower, especially on the days where Kathy Lee had come to watch practice from the stand and we would stand around talking afterwards with her often wearing those fuzzy sweaters that fit her top so well. Where was I?
