"The last thing I'll say today everyone, make SURE you study chapter four. It's going to be real important on the quiz tomorrow!"
The usual annoyed murmur as the class let out. It was Thursday night, these college freshmen were about to be out partying. No way in hell they even opened that History 101 book or listened to anything I taught them this class.
I didn't even care. Getting smart wouldn't get them anywhere. It didn't get ME anywhere.
I watched them in disgust. The tall, muscular freshman boys talking about the dumbest shit imaginable. Sports, their big parties, their dad's cars... And the cute, hot, basically naked freshmen girls biting their lips and nodding like little puppy dogs.
Weren't these girls high school graduates? Isn't this one of the most prestigious schools in the country? Why is it that they fall for these behemoth idiot boys who are mentally middle schoolers?
I glanced at my phone. Still no response from her.
Maybe I was just bitter. Yea. Maybe I should just accept that, already.
I sat back and opened my phone to the text I'd sent more than a day ago, now. To the woman I truly could love. She was technically my supervisor, but we'd become good friends in the past year. She's taller than I am, and that is saying something. She's got this dark, stunning hair that drapes over her and curls just a little at the ends. She's got these wonderful brown eyes, kind and full of every color you can think of. Her legs are long and always dancing. She has the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. And the most beautiful name I'd ever heard. Lilian Best.
I stared at that name now, in my messages, my long paragraph of love still unnoticed.
I thought of myself as intellectual, kind, personable. But women seemed to not be drawn to me. Maybe I wasn't very attractive, maybe I seemed smug or intimidating... or maybe just stupid? Or full of myself? But here I was, close to 33, having barely ever touched another woman, save one pity fuck way back in grad school. Maybe it was because I went to community college. I never had this experience. Maybe I'd just die alone.....
"Heyyyy?!"
I looked up from my phone, startled. I tensed up. I hadn't noticed that a student was still in the room. To have been addressed by one was a legitimate shock to me.
She was just standing there, smiling in this funny way up at me. She was small, maybe 5 feet tall, with bright wavy hair that fell down her short, tanned torso all the way to her waste, none of which her tiny white tank top covered. She looked incredibly young, definitely a freshman. She had big blue eyes, and a cute little smile. I just knew her as the giggly girl at the back of the class whose legs literally dangled off of the seats.
"Uh... yea, what's up Kaitlyn.."
"Katie!" she said, happily. "I was wondering how I could.... like... raise my grade a little bit? So my parents won't get mad? They're paying a lot you know!" She laughed. Not a care in the world.
I sighed. "Well, the quiz tomorrow probably would boost your grade---"
"I meant in a different way."
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, biting her lip, and waiting for an answer.
"Uh....." I began to sweat as she walked over behind the desk. "Is that a joke? It's either not funny, or wildly inappropriate."
"Well, duh!!!" She giggled. I noticed her ass was bulging slightly from her ripped cutoff jeans. "But I reaaaaally want to raise my grade."
"Well..." I thought about it as every man would. "Uh. No. I'm going to report this if you ask again."
She sighed. She inched over to my chair and sat on the armrest awkwardly. Her leg was touching my arm, now, and I felt her leg on mine. She kicked off her flipflop, her bare foot on top of my sneaker. Her nails were painted an aquamarine.
She didn't move. "Look. We don't even have to include the school stuff. The truth is..."
She started giggling again, looking away from me shyly. Her face was getting a bit red.
"I just kinda think you're cute, ok?"
My heart was beating faster now, and I'm sure my hands were clammy. What was this? What's going on? There's no way this college chick with probably a million options is sitting here trying to get with me. It just doesn't make sense. But I didn't exactly get up as she sat ran her fingers over mine.
"I just... I'm not sure----"
She stood up, now. She was barely taller than me when I was sitting.
"Ooohhh-kaaaaaay, look. I just wanna make out a littttttle. That's it, I prooooomise." She smelt strongly like strawberries. "I'll even drop out of your class right after, so nobody can get in trouble. I've just always wanted to do something with a professor. "
She seemed suddenly flustered, jittery. I noticed her cheeks start to get red.
Meanwhile, I was basically shaking, her so close to me. I imagined the last woman I had sex with. Almost five years ago, a lady at a bar who reminded me a bit too much of one of my aunts. I also remember feeling that she had a mustache. I also remember having to ask her more than once.
Then, here was this girl. Just here, for me. Looking at her, it wasn't her tan, rounded legs that turned me on. It wasn't her beautiful strawberry blonde hair falling over her bare shoulders. It wasn't her chest, which threatened to pop out of the small white tube top with every little frantic flick and movement she made. It wasn't even the fact that she was a college student and I was a TA.
It was that she looked just as turned on as I was. She was looking at me how she looks at those jocks, as if at any moment she might strip down and start tending to their every whim. She wasn't like the girls that you look at in porn, who look like they'd like to be anywhere else. She wanted to be here. Right now. *With* me. I've never experienced that before.
