Being a freshman in college was a lot harder than I was expecting. My biggest mistake was not researching the teachers before I signed up for their classes. My history teacher wasn't too bad once you got past the lame jokes he made. My psychology teacher was a sweet lady compared to my English teacher who was a bitter old woman. But the worst was my Statistics teacher who eventually came alive. When I first met Mr. Grant I was intrigued initially. He was very handsome and well dressed, seemed sophisticated, but spoke like a college student. But underneath the surface I could sense that he was deeply hurting. Whatever was causing him grief reflected in his grading. All my projects came back with negative notes and low scores. I could not seem to do anything right. I had spent so much time racking my brains out trying to get good grades in his class that my grades in my other classes were suffering. I decided that I was going to talk to Mr. Grant and see what im doing so terribly wrong. When I reached his office he wasn't there. I waited around for almost 15 minutes and left. On my way out of the building I ran into him. I stated I needed to see him and he told me to come to his office later tonight around 8. My first though was " what teacher is at school at 8pm?" but whatever. I had gone back to my dorm room and pondered everything I wanted to say to this guy. I went as far as picking up my psychology book to find some things to say to him. Eight o clock came near and I had left my room and headed to his office.
"Mr. Grant, I have some things I have to say to you. I'm trying and trying and still you continue to fail me, but you're not offering any helpful advice."
"You're right. I do admit that I have been harsh on you only because I know you can do better work"
"What!! You're making me go crazy over here because you feel that im not doing my best," I was angry and lost everything that I had planned on saying, "that's mean, I can't believe you would do such a thing."
Our conversation began to get really heated and I was beginning to feel a little aroused by this. Our voices were loud now and the distance between us got shorter. Before I knew it we were standing toe to toe, me looking up into his eyes and him looking down into mine. His 6'1 frame towered over my 5'4 body. He had gorgeous blue eyes I never noticed until now. Standing so close I could feel the heat radiating between us. To my surprise his lips were coming down upon mine. When our lips met they fused together in angry passion transferring all of our frustration and desire through a kiss. The kiss was amazing I had never felt so much passion from a kiss. His right hand came around my waist and he pulled me into him tightly. With his free hand he reached behind my head to push our lips even closer together. Seeing as how that was my teacher I was kissing I wasn't sure how far to take things. The kiss felt amazing and I wanted more. I didn't want him to stop kissing me. My whole body began to tingle and I was getting so hot. While he held me close to his body I began to undue the buttons on my blouse to let him know how hot he was making me. For a moment he stepped back and just gazed at me. In my head I was thinking Oh No, he's second guessing this. He's going to tell me to stop and to leave, then I'll never be able to face him again. DAMN IT Jazmyn!!!! Why did you have to let him kiss you.
