Sighing, I shut my laptop and slid it back into my satchel. Yet again, I hadn't paid attention to a word my lecturer had been saying since the start of our two-hour lecture. Not that I really minded, of course. Normally, Friday classes were torture, but not this semester. Not with the lecturer I had been blessed with for this particular subject.
Maria was beautiful. As soon as she'd walked in on the first day back after the summer holidays, I had felt my chin hit the desk. She looked like she was in her late 20s, maybe early 30s. However old she was, she was definitely my type. Her obviously Spanish features of olive skin and dark hair were just killing me. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing dark red lipstick. Mmm. And the suit with those brogues? I mean, could she look any gayer?
As usual, I hadn't really been paying attention in today's class. Her habit of walking up and down the front of the lecture theatre was driving me wild. With every step her ponytail would hit the back of her neck, and her glorious figure and curves moved as she swayed her hips. And was it even legal to have an ass like that? Damn. Her black, thick-rimmed glasses made her look exactly like a Spanish Gal Gadot, and every time she smiled her eyes glinted mischievously. I stared at her in awe as she talked through the lecture slides. Even though she was Spanish, her accent was English.
There was something about her buoyant but dominant demeanour that just made my mouth dry. Staring at a lecturer isn't unusual in a lecture, but most of the other students were looking away from her to scribble notes or type out what she was saying. Me? I was just sat there. Sitting on the front row right on the end next to the stairs going up the middle of the lecture theatre, I could smell her perfume every time she walked past me. Occasionally, she would rest her left hand on the edge of the desk and lean, one leg crossed as she stood addressing the class. Everyone was in their own bubble of concentration, trying to furiously get down everything she was saying before she walked back to her desk to change slides.
Today, I'd been getting no more notes down than usual, of course, until she walked up and did her usual lean on the edge of the desk. As I was fiddling with the rainbow LGBT bracelet on my wrist, I suddenly I realised Maria's blazer had risen up to reveal the band of some gorgeous Calvin Klein underwear. Most people wouldn't have noticed, but seeing as though she was so close to me... Well, her waist was just at my eye-level. I wet my lips with my tongue, trying but failing to draw my gaze away from her slim waist and tanned skin.
When I eventually looked up, our eyes met. Shit. She'd caught me staring at her. Without missing a beat, Maria casually pulled her jacket down with one hand and shifted position as she talked.
Ears burning, I decided to actually start typing a few notes.
Maria let us go 5 minutes early.
Just as I had sighed, packed my bag and stood up to leave, I saw Maria unplug the USB stick from her computer and stand up straight.
Surprisingly, she called me over to her desk. My head shot up, surprised that she remembered my name and confused as to why she needed me. I wandered down the steps of the lecture theatre and approached her just as the last few students filed out of the room.
"It is Ellie, isn't it?" Maria asked, her eyes glinting mischievously.
I nodded, tucking a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.
"I've noticed that in the past few lectures you haven't been taking notes. Well, I say past few. I should say, all of my lectures. May I ask why that is?" She leant against the wall and fiddled with the USB stick, twirling it deftly with her fingers.
"Uh, I just keep it all up here," I said, tapping my temple. "I don't need notes."
A smirk flashed across Maria's face for a second before disappearing. "Is that so." She stopped fiddling with the memory stick and looked stern. "That may work for you, but your lack of engagement in this module's lectures is disappointing. If it carries on and you continue to seem..."
Maria shifted position against the wall and crossed her arms, causing her shirt to gape slightly. Before I could stop myself, my eyes were drawn to the sight of a bright red lacy bra. Mmm. I wondered what she'd look like standing in front of me in just that bra. I quickly looked back up.
"...distracted," Maria finished, her eyes boring into mine as she caught me looking down her shirt, "you may be kicked from the module entirely." She tapped the USB stick against her bright red lips, but made no attempt to move her shirt.
I swallowed hard, trying not to imagine what those lips would feel like on my skin, or what those deft fingers could do.
"Sure, okay. I'll definitely concentrate more next week."
Maria nodded and walked back to her desk, not taking her twinkling eyes off me. "Good. See you next week. Don't forget to complete the handout."
***
A week later, I was sat in my usual spot. Remembering our brief talk last week, I made sure to actually type something this time. Today, I was wearing a light blue cotton t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of skate trainers, and black skinny jeans. Definitely too hot for an early summer's day like today, but at least I had scraped my hair into a high ponytail so that my neck was cool enough.
Halfway through the lecture however, I found my mind drifting. This week, Maria did not have her usual red lipstick on, but was wearing high heels, skinny jeans and another shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to be sexy without being too inappropriate to teach in. She looked mouth-wateringly gorgeous. I stared at Maria's ass as she walked to the other side of the lecture theatre to ask a student a question.
I let my mind wander, imagining what it would feel like to kneel in front of her and run my hands up the inside of her thighs. I wondered what underwear she'd be wearing today. Would she be wearing her Calvins? Or red lacy lingerie that would match last week's bra? I imagined hooking my fingers over the waistband of her jeans and slowly pulling them down. Imagined how I would then touch her underwear, hoping she'd be as wet as me, and-
"Ellie?"
My head snapped up. I hadn't realised that she'd walked back towards my side of the room.
"Huh?"
There were a few scattered laughs from other students. No doubt they thought I'd been on Facebook and not paying attention. They'd be half right, at least.
Maria's eyes bore into mine and I shivered, suddenly wondering if she could read my thoughts.
"I was asking you a question. Are you with us?" The class laughed again.
I folded my arms. "Sorry, can you repeat the question?"
