Story written for an internet friend inspired by her picture.
He walks into the classroom without any expectations. This is the last class he needs before he can graduate. Somehow in the 4 years of school he has missed this one simple class. He was wishing that he had this time to do other things, but realizes this is for the best and figures he will breeze through this. He started school when he was 25 and now at the age of 29 is the oldest person in this class.
He looks around and the different people in it and thinks to himself the things he could teach a few of these people. He wonders about the professor for this class not wanting a hardcore on that will put the screw to everyone, but hopefully one that is a little more laid back and in touch with the times. He is waiting patiently when he sees her walk in. She must be a little older than the other people in the class; he would guess about 24 to 25. She is wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans. Her short hair grabs his attention to her and the glasses she is wearing give her the look that says, "You can't handle me".
He is wondering where she will sit as he looks around at the empty desks. A few are by him and maybe she will grace him by taking a desk by him. To his amazement she moves to the front of the class and puts the armful of books on the desk in front. He watches her move as she moves to the board and writes her name on it. He will never forget that name again. Paula McDonald. She moved like an angel and looked like a goddess. She must know what the short hair and fuck me glasses do to men. He smiles and knows this is one class he will not miss, but knows his thoughts will not be on his work. They will be drifting off to a place where he and Paula get to know each other better.
A week or so passes and every class his mind wanders off to that place with Paula. It's amazing that she hasn't noticed this by now. Sitting there with a blank look on his face as she is going over what is required of them. His thoughts cause him to get aroused and everyday he has to leave class with his books in front of him to hide his arousal.
After another week of this, she has noticed and wants to see him after class. She starts to discuss what she has seen him doing, his blank stares and lack of participation. She is concerned about his grades not being up to his potential. With this statement she slides her glasses to the end of her nose, tipping her head down, stares him straight in the eyes, looking above the frames of the glasses.
This does it to him.
He can feel himself melting into the chair as she looks at him. Her beautiful brown eyes staring into the depths of him seeing all his thoughts and fantasies. He breaks eye contact with her but his eyes fall to her chest. He notices the way she is sitting, her shirt is falling open in the front revealing her colorful sexy bra underneath. His mind races off in a fantasy where he reaches out and slowly unbuttons the rest of her shirt letting it fall to the ground. She moves around the desk to stand in front of him, he wonderful full breasts being held back by that sexy bra.
He wants so much to reach up and feel them but as restraint comes across his mind, her hands take his and lead them to her breasts. She reaches behind her and unclasp the bra, holding it in place by putting a hand over each breast smiling at him, somewhat teasing. He loses his thoughts as she says something to him, making mention that he has done it again. He seems to be drifting off for no reason and his attention span seems very short.
He looks up and sees that she is still on the other side of the desk and her shirt is still on. He cannot believe this woman is having this effect on him. Whatever he does, his thoughts go back to her and how wonderfully sexy she is.
Day and night Paula is on his mind.
He sleeps Paula, drinks Paula, walks Paula, and always dreams Paula.
This woman has taken control of his life and everything he does. Somehow he must find a way to get her out of his mind, or find another way to deal with his infatuation. The next day at class he is determined to pay attention and keep his mind off of Paula and on his studies. His plan goes out the window when she walks into the classroom. In she walks, short hair done up sexy, fuck me glasses on, and a wonderful sexy dress. As she walks in the room people start to get in their seats and he can swear she winked at him with a little smile. Immediately he knows he is in trouble.
He can feel the familiar stirring within him, and he just has to give in. His mind wanders once again until he hears someone saying his name. When he snaps back into it, he sees that the rest of the class is gone and he is left there with just her. The door is shut and she is sitting behind her desk looking at him. As he gets up to leave she tells him to come up front and have a seat. She starts to talk to him once again about his inattention. He decides to come clean once she probes him enough to let her in on the secret.
Nervously he starts from the beginning telling her about the impact she has on him. She moves and sits in the desk next to him listening to what he has to say. She tells him that talking about it might help him, by getting it in the open and not keeping it bottled up inside. He starts to go into details about his thoughts. As she is listening to him, she can start to imagine some of the same things he is. The thoughts he is sharing with her start to become her thoughts as well, drifting off into the world of fantasy. She brings herself back to reality and can feel the affect her slight wandering has given her.
