The alarm clanged inside my head as I smashed the off button with my palm. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to wipe the sleep out of me. Up until 4 am coding, then wake up at 7 for an 8 o'clock class, and well, you get the picture.
"Another day, another dollar." I thought as I ran some hot water for a shower. For a grad student, that's hardly an expression as it was a way of life. My stipend was hardly enough for three square meals a day, much less luxuries like, you know, gas. The only possession I had that was worth anything was my laptop, which even now needed repairs I couldn't afford.
I grabbed a granola bar (see what I mean) on my way out the door, and saddled up my bicycle for my commute to campus. One thing I couldn't complain about was the weather; the California sun was warm on my back even this early in the morning. It made me smile until I thought about what my day would be like. First teaching from 8 to 9:30, then office hours till 11, and then my research group meeting where I will once again have nothing to report.
Turning toward the physics building on campus I thought about the code from the night before. I was trying to write an algorithm to isolate four lepton tracks from a subatomic collision. Four lepton tracks were interesting for a lot of reasons, possibly even interesting enough to get that fellowship for next year. But something in the code wasn't working right; and after three weeks of banging my head against it I was about ready to give up.
But the thought of the fellowship kept me going, as I pulled my bike next to the physics building. A fellowship meant a drastic reduction in teaching duties. Not that teaching was the worst thing in the world, but getting up this early was starting to wear on me.
"In fact," I thought as I walked into my classroom, "There were some benefits." The majority of the students I taught were sophomores and freshmen, and well, some of the female students, were quite good looking. This morning's class had a particularly "promising" group of students, but one always caught my attention every week.
Looking at my roll sheet, I remembered her name was Lisa. She was definitely my type, with bright, expressive eyes and light, brown, curly hair. She was small but not petite, with just enough meat around her waist and hips to give you something to grab. The shorts Lisa wore were always too high, and the shirts she wore were always too low; her rather ample breasts hung out just slightly. Today she had forfeited her usual shorts for a small navy skirt. No stockings though; I guess you can't win them all.
I started my lecture, something about circuit diagrams. I wasn't really into it; I was still exhausted from last night. Lisa sat in the front row, taking notes furiously and repeatedly looking up at me and the chalkboard.
With ten minutes left in class, I finished the lecture and gave my students a quiz. As they took the quiz I looked down at my roll sheet again. Hmm, Lisa did not appear to be doing very well in class. It kind of surprised me; she seemed like a really bright girl and always asked insightful questions.
"Can't make them study." I thought to myself as I collected the quizzes. "Oh remember," I said to the class as they left. "I'll be in my office until 11 if there are any questions. You know where to find me." I sluggishly walked back to my office, hoping I had some left over coffee from yesterday. My office was crammed into the way back of the building, far from the main classrooms the undergrads worked in. I actually kind of liked it, it was much quieter to work in with few distractions.
I sat down at my desk and turned my computer on, hoping to get some more coding done before my meeting. But as soon as I sat down I knew that was a lost cause, as my eyelids immediately became heavy and I rest my head on the desk for a late morning nap. I probably would have dozed off right then, if it weren't for a knock on my door.
I got up to answer, and noticed through the window it was Lisa. I opened the door to let her in, then sat back down at my desk.
"What can I do for you Lisa?" I asked. Her shirt was starting to creep down further than usual, and more of her full chest began to hang out.
"Well, Norm," Lisa said as she sat down on my desk. "I'm really concerned about my grade in this class. I really need to get at least a B in physics and well, I'm not sure I'm quite there."
Her eyes were large and bright as she talked. I felt my crotch stir. "Well Lisa," I said as I went through my roll sheet. "You're definitely not doing very well on the quizzes... It looks like you didn't even answer any of today's quiz." I said looking through the pile of quizzes.
Lisa frowned, giving herself an irresistible pout. "I know, I broke up with my boyfriend last night, and I wasn't able to study." Lisa delicately swiped a strand of her curly hair from her face. God, that hair. At least it distracted my eyes from her chest. "And I'm not doing well on the exams either! I really need a good quiz grade if I'm going to pass!"
"Well, you know Lisa," I began to say "Your performance in class just hasn't been A material. You're going to need to step it up if you really want good grades. You know I'm always available to help."
Lisa started to look at her feet for a minute. She had on simple thong sandals with bare, green painted toenails. Man, she was cute. I was hoping she'd leave so I can get back to my research, maybe after visiting the bathroom...
Then I felt something on my leg. Lisa had taken of one of her sandals and was gently rubbing her foot up and down my bare knee. "You know Norm," She purred leaning in closer so her shirt hung down. I could see all the way down her cleavage. "Maybe if I improved my out of class performance? Perhaps did a special project?"
My mind raced. Obviously, this was not kosher. Even if a student initiates it, this could get me into serious jeopardy. My career was too important for this. No, I had to break it off.
"Then again," I thought. "My office mate won't be in today, and Dr. Biz is at that conference in Europe. This place is pretty near the back of the building, and she did initiate it..."
"What kind of project would this be Lisa?" I asked, putting a hand up her skirt and on her bare thigh. I slouched a bit in my chair, edging my pulsing crotch closer to her foot.
"Oh, I was thinking of something about rigid objects," Lisa slipped the straps of her shirt and slid it down, revealing her breasts contained in white lacy bra. "And how they respond to various forces." Lisa moved her foot all the way up to my penis, and began to rub forcibly. "Oh, you're a big boy!"
I started to lean back and moan. A physics grad. student wasn't exactly a babe magnet, and this was the most attention my wang had seen since my old college girlfriend. That was junior year. Lisa continued to rub fiercely. "What do you want me to do now, Norm? You know I'm looking for a good grade on this project."
