"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.
Her knee brushed up against my inner thigh. I jumped. ".... Alright." I said, eyes fixated on her lips. "Just can't be here. Come with me to my office."
She smirked. "Oooh-kayy" she laughed. Before I could turn to go, she planted a perfectly wet, juicy kiss onto me, her tongue swiping mine. She grabbed my wrist with her entire hand, and pulled me out the door.
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Walking up to the office, on the top floor of the academic building, was a very surreal experience. I pulled my hand away from hers a few times, which got easier each time the sweatier both our hands got. As we walked, both empty handed, we got strange looks from the few students left in the building this close to the weekend. Sometimes, she'd ask something about history as if that's what we were interacting for, and I'd answer, both of us staring directly into each others' eyes, knowing we were about to make our own history in a moment.
I hit a split second of sanity when she checked her phone on the elevator ride up. A bit of blood reached my brain just for a moment. Should I be doing this? This seems dumb. Am I going to lose my job? No. Maybe? Who cares. I hate my job. But still. She said making out quickly, and that's it. Just making out. For a second. I could pass that off as an accidental thing, that she started. Anything else... well, I won't go there. It will be a funny story. That I couldn't tell anyone. That's all.
I watched as she answered what seemed to be thousands of snapchat messages from girls and boys alike. She took a quick selfie (not including me), giggled, and sent it. I couldn't believe how cute she looked all suntanned, her freckles speckling her cheeks and her nose. She had a big, perfect, toothy smile she made whenever she laughed.
Finally, we were on the top floor. The late afternoon sun shone bright through the front window as we hurried to my office. We were shuffling so quickly that her tiny ripped jean shorts started to fall off of her right side. Suddenly, her bare ass was out in front of me, round and smooth. She only got a few steps further, now feet from the office, when her pants slid all the way down to her knees.
"Oh! Hahaha!" She giggled, walking awkwardly, with the jeans now on her ankles.
I let out a thing that was maybe a laugh, but mostly a weird sigh. She was mooning me now, her short, curvy, smooth legs scuffing each other. Her ass was bigger than I thought, yet it made sense. She laughed. I laughed, too, from behind.
"Do you like the view back there??" She joked. She turned around, her full bottom half staring back at me. She just kicked her pants off, now walking bare foot, bare legged, bare assed through the study lounge. I noticed that she had a really cute freckle near her inner thigh. How do I explain what a cute freckle is? I'm not sure. But she had one.
Boy...... She *was* cute, though. Right? Wasn't she? Or was I just... horny?
Nah, I'd thought she was cute the moment she walked into my class a few weeks ago. She'd walked in happy as could be, completely tan from the summer, her bright hair shimmering as she giggled with all the boys. Excited to go to her first college party.
And the whole time I had her in class, I did think about her a lot I guess. Not really that she was cute, although that was part of it. I never even dreamed of a scenario where we were... together. Nah. It was more that...
I guess I was almost jealous of her. Just coming to college. A young, beautiful, naive girl. Lots of friends. Parties. Sex, I'm sure. I almost resented her. I almost wanted to live one day as her. Almost.
"Hey, which one is your office?? I'm Winnie The Pooh here!" She laughed at herself.
I snapped back into reality as I saw her standing with her tiny jean shorts around her ankles now, just her tube top holding her body in order.I tried not to look directly at her. "Uh... this one." I walked over to my shared office. Was Lilian on office hours? I forget now. I sure hope not.
As I jangled my keys, Katie touched my wrist. She giggled at something, I wasn't sure what. As she was very close to me now, I realized she smelled like vanilla. She was close to me now, and I was feeling warm. "So." I felt the breath of each word on my neck. "Since you've seen my butt and all... can I just call you Lucas? Or still... Mr. TA man."
