Cynthia Alexis sat in her own world as her history Professor, Mr. Stevens, came into the room to begin their session. The last thing on her mind was history. She had caught her good-for-nothing boyfriend in a lie. He had been cheating on her for the past few months. She had heard some things but had doubted them. The last month had been a mess but still she hung on. She was now more pissed than hurt. She wanted to rip his fucking head off…after all she went through for him, giving up her most of her friends, being the perfect girl friend. Now he sat upfront with his buddies.. Bet she knew what they were talking about..How she had shredded every piece of clothing, every piece of paper he had at her place and dumped it in front of him yesterday afternoon.
She was suddenly brought back to present as Mr. Stevens dropped her paper on her desk. One she turned in a week ago. 'What the hell did he mean by this' she thought gloomily… Cynthia sat fuming looking down at the D staring her in the face. Mr. Stephens had wrote a note on this paper that she had to redo the assignment and achieve a minimum B+ Grade, to be handed in in one week?!?!.. How could he? They still had two more papers to sit this semester!!!..She admitted the first two were nothing to jump and shout about, but this was not fair!!
She sat through the next hour more upset than she was in the beginning. At the end of the session, she stayed back waiting for other students to filter out. She slowly walked up to Mr. Stevens.
"Good Morning Sir" she said, every bit of disappointment etched in her voice.
"Yes Ms. Alexis" he said curtly
"About my paper..."
"Yes"
She hated when he was this blunt. He only used that tone when he was totally fed-up with some bratty student.
"Is this make-up paper necessary?"
"Yes, it is Cynthia, or you can consider yourself dropped"
"But… one week is –
"No Buts Cynthia! One week. B+ minimum."
Thank you Sir" she said glumly.
She turned abruptly and walked out. This had been a man she was crazy over. Call it childish girly fantasies, but Cynthia had always been attracted to older guys. But what startled her more about her attraction was that he had to be about 16 years hear senior. He had dark hair and striking grey eyes. He had a slow sexy smile that had been known to make her squirm in her chair during lectures. He wasn't the usual stuffed shirt that taught history, he made it such fun.
In the beginning of the semester she would just sit at her desk and watch him intently throughout the lecture. As the classes continued, she moved closer to the front. Under the pretense of following the notes on the board better, really just to be closer to him as he paced back and forth in front of the class.
Cynthia had tried all of the usual things to get his attention with out making it obvious. She wore low-cut shirts that accentuate her 36D chest perfectly, close fitting pants, short skirts showing her shapely legs.. Nothing. Yes he would look at her. But nothing showed any interest in her and eventually she gave up. He was very easy going and they had great conversations, but now this!! She knew for sure now that there was nothing more than a professional teacher/student relationship on his side.
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Probably he was a bit hard on her and he admitted.. one week was a short space of time. No, she needed this to pull her up. This grade was worst than her last and he didn't want to see her go down that road.
Robert Stevens stood looking at Cynthia as she walked out of the class, staring at her shapely legs, underneath her short skirt, a green one that he particularly liked to see her in. What the hell was he thinking? He knew he was attracted to her, but he constantly talked himself out of feeling it, for this was wrong. Goodness!, she was only 19 years. He admired her lithe body, tall, dark-skinned, slim waist and ample- very ample bust. He knew she liked him too, he saw the way she looked at him at times, the way she idly played with her hair, or touched her neck when she spoke to him. He never let on how it affected him, at least he hoped he didn't. But then it had stopped. She no longer seemed intent on looking at him, or playing up to him. Did this make him want her more? Is this why he did this? To get her to pay more attention to him? HELL NO!!! This was about her work. Only her work!
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Cynthia sighed defeatedly. The rush of her breath echoed down the aisles and through the stacks. Exhausted she rubbed her eyes and checked her watch; 9:00 pm. The library would close in the next two hours. This place was creepy; cool, shadowy, the stacks stretching on and on, a seeming labyrinth of books. Why did they put the history literature in the farthest corner of the damn basement? She could be murdered here and no one would find her for weeks. A band of tension fastened itself across her temples as she scanned the rows of bindings searching for the titles that would assist her in the damned research. One week, one blasted week!.. She needed to get every bit of work into it to jump from D to B+. Cynthia was so absorbed in finishing her task that she didn't notice the man approaching.
"Having trouble, Mizz. Alexis?"
Cynthia screamed, dropping the stack of books she carried.
"Oh, Professor Stevens! I didn't notice you there. God, I am so sorry." As she knelt down to collect her books. He bent down with her and smiled his sexy smile and she just melted. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and hoped wasn't blushing uncontrollably. Her heart was racing as well as her mind.
"It's fine Ms. Alexis, but you're here awfully late. I hope you aren't having trouble with anything."
Cynthia glanced at the pile of books she awkwardly clutched, and all erotic thoughts were banished as she remembered why she was here. She began walking back to her desk and he followed.
"I don't want to be rude, but you very well know it's your paper I am working on, so don't give me this Professor Innocent routine. You know exactly what torture you're putting me through" she lamented as she sat.
"Now, now Cynthia," he said, laying his hand on her shoulder "I am sure I can help you relax a bit." His voice held a vaguely teasing note. As she looked into his eyes questioningly, his hand began to massage her shoulder. His grey eyes seemed to pin her on the chair. He called her by her name?.. What was happening here? She wasn't sure, but she felt her body relax toward him as his fingers worked away some of the tension in her shoulder.
What the hell are you doing, he thought to himself. You cant be doing this., Seeming to quickly snap out of his trance he lifted his hands from her shoulders.
"There, is this better now? He said huskily. Too huskily. You better pray she doesn't notice.
The bad thing was, she did notice and her skin seemed to be on fire where his hands once were. She felt the electricity in the air and so did he.
He slowly retreated, regaining his normal tone.. "It's late, see me tomorrow and I'll help you grasp what I want out of this research better"
"Sure professor"
"Good night Ms. Alexis"
