David stood anxiously inline amongst his fellow class mates, waiting patiently for the line to shuffle forward down the hallway to where his module lecturer was returning their first assignment. Given it was the first assignment for this module it wasn't an especially difficult essay to write. Despite none of the students considering this essay worthy of much of their time, David included, many were anxious to have done well. Whether this urge was driven by a desire for academic achievement or a more primal desire to please the course's lecturer was unclear. The lecturer, by the name of Emma, inspired admiration amongst students and colleagues alike for her dedication to work and family. It also was fairly well understood throughout the class that Emma was certainly the most alluring and attractive of the department's lecturers and it was a given that more or less anybody there would jump at the chance for any addition time in private tutorials with her.
David was a shy, reserved boy of 18 who had come to Canada when his father, who worked for the British Diplomatic Service, was posted to the British High Commission, Ottawa. Having applied for university in Canada he'd accepted a place at the University of Ottawa and arrived on campus excited about university, if not a little apprehensive at living in a new country, surrounded by the unfamiliar.
Emma Wilson. A women of 28, medium height, a good figure and an assured attitude that spoke of experience, confidence and determination all rolled into a body that often left men gawking in her wake. If her figure didn't draw attention then her thick, brunette, shoulder length hair and deep brown eyes were sure to instead. Emma was confident in her looks; she knew the power she could have over men if she wanted it, but chose to play down the effect by dressing modestly. She still liked to let people know of her assets but she didn't show them off overtly. She was happily married to another lecturer of a different faculty at the same university, but like all married couples there were secrets. Guilty pleasures which wormed their way into their personal time. Emma secretly nursed a desire for young, 'innocent' men -- a commodity which, being a university lecturer, was in relative abundance but which once taken advantage of is necessarily lost.
Despite Emma being a lecturer she was not so far from her own days in university, and as such she could spot students who were still virgins with relative ease. To this end David would find a note tucked between the pages of his returned assignment.
David walks quickly down the hall way, it was 18:30, long after lectures had finished. In his hand David clutches note from Emma, now a little clammy from the sweat on his palms. He is nervous, the note had simply asked him to come and see his lecturer at around 18:30 that evening -- there was nothing unusual about that except the time and the lack of an explanation for the summons. David knocks softly on the door noticing the closed blinds inside the room and Emma leaning back on her chair facing away from him.
"Come in!"
The command is followed by Emma straightening up, her skirt falling back down to her knees as she stands to face David.
"Hi David, come in, sit down sit down, don't be nervous -- you look a little worried, don't worry there is nothing wrong, you're assignment was excellently written and very perceptive."
"Thank you Dr. Wilson" David responded, his mood brightening
