Note to reader: This story has a slow build so if you are looking for a quickie you may want to go read something else and come back to this later.
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Milo was nineteen years old and just starting his second semester at the university. The first semester had gone pretty well, three A's and two B's, so by his standards the freshman was off to a good start. He'd been a very average, bored and unmotivated student in high school, but the college experience had so far been challenging and enlightening, maybe even intimidating, but had evoked from him an ability to study and focus on schoolwork that he'd never known before.
It was the first day of classes and this was Milo's last class of the day. He was in Whitman Hall looking for room 222. This is where he would be taking English Composition...ENGL 101 in the course catalog...for the next three and a half months. This was a required course-every student, regardless of their curriculum had to pass it- and since writing was one of his strengths he hoped to earn an A.
He found the classroom and took a seat near the back. The room had five rows of six student desks and by the time class was supposed to begin all but four or five were taken. Right on time at three p.m. the instructor strode through the door and plopped her satchel on the teacher's desk at the front of the room. Their teacher was an attractive woman of medium height. She had blond shoulder-length hair, layered and parted in the middle. Her body was slim and tapered and well-shaped from top to bottom. She wore a snug, short-sleeved black top that showed off her toned arms and firm breasts, and a cream skirt that did the same favor for her legs.
'Alright!', Milo thought, some eye candy. No matter how boring or tedious this class would turn out to be, at least he'd have something nice to look at.
The teacher introduced herself and gave them a little background. Her name was Teresa; she had a M.F.A. When she was in grad school she'd married and had a child and took time off. When her daughter was old enough to go to school she had re-enrolled at the university, acquired her masters degree and was now working on her doctorate. She taught two classes: this one, English Composition, and another intermediate writing course.
"I know you are all here because you have to be," Teresa said. "It's a course required of all students. Some of you may like to write, some of you may not, some of you may even despise it. But our goal this semester will be to make everyone in this class a better writer, and hopefully we will have some fun along the way."
Teresa then passed out the syllabuses and reviewed the course requirements with the class. There would be six writing assignments, a final and a student/teacher conference about two-thirds of the way through the semester. Attendance would be taken and is mandatory and blah, blah, blah.
Milo was only half-listening because he was using his eyes more than his ears. He was staring at his teacher, and taking her in. He loved her pretty face, the soft cadence of her voice with its hint of a Southern drawl, and she had the look that he had always been attracted to: slim, blond hair, blue eyes. Milo was good-looking but was no Casanova by any means, in fact he was usually kind of shy, but he knew if she'd been a student he would find a way to get close.
This was his teacher but he found himself staring at her glossy lips as she spoke, and at her breasts sticking straight out, at her legs, at her butt when she'd pivot every now and then as she walked back and forth. And at the wedding ring on her left hand, he couldn't ignore that.
As he was leaving the classroom that first day Milo was enthused about the course and its instructor, and it didn't hurt when he caught Teresa's eye and she gave him a little smile on his way out. He already knew he was going to ace the course and his attendance would be 100%.
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The semester moved along quickly and the composition class was by far Milo's favorite. He found the assignments very easy, and of course he was motivated to please his teacher. The papers were short, two or three double-spaced pages, and were very basic: a narrative essay, a descriptive essay, review a short story, a persuasive paper on a debate topic. He received A's on every one and when the class would read and critique some of the papers...after grading each assignment Teresa would photocopy four or five anonymous student papers and pass them out...his work was usually one of the papers chosen. One time the class were discussing one of his papers and the students were saying, 'I think she meant this, or she meant that', and Teresa finally asked them why they thought a female had written it. Someone interpreted a passage that was especially sympathetic to women. Teresa then looked straight at Milo and asked what he had meant. Milo said nothing and just stared at the wall until she moved on.
It was obvious that Teresa appreciated Milo's work, but he liked coming to class just to be around her. He was always anxious to see how she dressed. Sometimes she would wear a casual dress and he'd be checking out her legs for fifty minutes. On Fridays she wore jeans, wrapped tight around her sweet ass and crotch, and he tried not to stare or think about what it would be like to peel them off. About halfway through the semester she showed up to class with a new perm, her blond hair in a wild, frizzy mess. A sexy, irresistible wild frizzy mess. Milo would reach down below his desktop and touch himself sometimes; that was one of those times.
After a couple months it was time for the class members to have their one-on-one conferences with the teacher. Teresa had a sign-up sheet for the students to choose a time that suited their schedule. Milo picked a time at the very end of one of the days. He thought if he met her at the end of the day he might get a little more than the allotted time.
Milo roamed around the building where the English Department was located until he found Teresa's office. It was on the second floor at the end of the long hallway. Her name was one of two on the door along with a note saying a meeting was in session and to please have a seat. He was a couple minutes early so he sat on a blue metal folding chair beside the door.
Soon the door opened and out came Ginger, one of the students who had thought his paper had been written by a girl. She said hello and walked toward the stairs. Teresa poked her head out of the door.
"Hello, Milo," she said, "Come on in."
He followed her into what was a tiny cubbyhole of an office, barely large enough for two desks and a couple chairs. He watched her as she walked around to the other side of the desk. She wore a pair of satiny black slacks and he could see a slight trace of her butt crack before she turned around and took her seat behind the desk. Her blond curls rested haphazardly on the shoulders of her red blouse. He noticed that she was wearing a thin gold chain around her neck and the top two buttons of her blouse were unhooked and he stole a look. He fantasized that they were unbuttoned for him. He could smell her slight lemony scent, it made him want to take a bite. He sat down across from her and waited with butterflies in his stomach. Teresa rummaged through her satchel and put Milo's file on the desk and opened it.
"So Milo," she said. "What do you think of the course so far?"
"I like it," he said.
"You like it. Is that all? Would you care to expound on that statement?"
"I like your hair, too, since you kinked it up." He gave her his innocent smile.
Teresa's lips curled into a wide grin. "Thank you," she said. "But I meant to expound on what you think about the course."
"I know, sorry. The class is about what I expected it to be. It's a basic writing course so I expected I would like it. I've always liked to read and write and even though I'm not that good of a student I've always done well in classes where I had to write papers."
"You're doing very well in my class, as you know. Why do you think you are not a good student?"
"Well, I should say that I never was a very good student through high school. I was just never that interested, I guess. But college is so diverse and has been much more challenging so far and I'm more motivated. Your class has definitely been a plus in that department."
