"Jon, can you please join us here?" I looked up at the professor standing in the front of class. On any other day it would be impossible for me to take my eyes off of him but today was different. He had just handed us our tests back; mine with a big F on the top of it.
"Sorry, professor," I mumbled. He turned and finished up the equation on the board. Professor Bucklord was my favorite professor for more than one reason. Bucklord was 5'11" with a dark tan. His dark hair was cut short and his blue-green eyes kept the attention of most of his students. He almost always wore tight polo shirts that showed off his large biceps and spectacular pectorals. He was not only the boss of the classroom, but also the leading male in most of my fantasies.
An elbow nudged my side. "Good going dumbass," Aaron said from beside me. Aaron was another one of my favorite fantasy characters. He was about 5'10" and probably around 160lbs. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and an almost continual scraggly beard. Sitting in the lecture hall, Aaron had more than once "accidentally" placed his hand on top of mine when it was resting on the arm of the chair. I realized that while I had been daydreaming about him we had maintained eye contact. Blushing, I looked back towards the front of the classroom.
Another 40 minutes of torture and class finally ended. I threw my notebook into my bag and was getting to my feet when Bucklord's voice rang out. "Jon, stay after, please." Of course I had mixed feelings. I would get to be alone with the hottest professor on campus but it was not for any good reason. I waited around until the hall had emptied before walking up to where Bucklord was waiting.
"I suppose you know why I asked you to stay," Bucklord said, crossing his arms. His biceps strained against the thin fabric of his shirt. I just wanted to rip his clothes off!
"Yeah," I said quietly. "I'm real sorry for not paying attention during class and getting such a bad grade on the test." I hung my head and bit my lip.
"I'm afraid there isn't much that you can do now about your grade, Jon. You're almost sure to fail." Bucklord then did something odd, he reached out and tilted my head up so that I was looking directly into his gorgeous blue-green eyes. "Are you willing to do what it takes to pass my class, Jon?"
Our faces were so close that I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone speak so I merely nodded. Bucklord smiled. "Good. Meet me here tonight, around 7 and I'll give you an extra credit assignment." With that, Bucklord picked up his briefcase and walked out.
