When I was at university, I was a fairly good student and ended up graduating on-time with ease. However, there was maybe one course each year that gave me some trouble.
In my sophomore year, that course happened to be microeconomics. I didn't want to take it, but it was required for my major, so I had no choice. It was so damn boring I nearly fell asleep in the middle of every class. Honestly, the main reason I even went in the first place was to ogle the professor.
Victoria Sloan was known among all the male students as one of the hottest teachers on campus. She was a 5'7" married blonde who, even at the age of 35, wasn't afraid to wear revealing clothes that showed off her tits or her legs or both. It almost made up for the fact that her grading scale was tougher than it had to be. She didn't curve at all. I, along with everyone else, struggled to pass the weekly quizzes. On the positive side, it was nice being able to fantasize about her constantly during class, but that wasn't going to do me any good when it came to actually learning the material.
Predictably enough, I didn't do well, and I entered the final exam needing a really good grade on it to manage a C overall. Otherwise, I would have to retake the class next semester. That couldn't happen. After giving it some thought, I decided to just bite the bullet and ask Victoria for help. She had office hours every night the week before the final. My schedule was busy, though, and the only time I could make it was 10 PM at the earliest. I was hoping that she'd still be there when I showed up.
So three days before the test, I finally went to her office. I expected a group of people to be there already, but when I got there, she was sitting alone at her desk, using the computer.
"Professor Sloan?" I said. "I was wondering if you had a few minutes to go over some concepts with me."
She sighed tiredly but nodded. "Sure."
I could tell she wasn't in a very good mood that night, probably because it was so late. Her explanations weren't very enlightening, no different from how they were in class. The truth is, she just wasn't a very good teacher. Still, I tried to stay calm. I kept asking her to repeat stuff, and after awhile, she got a little annoyed.
"Look, I've explained this as best as I can," she snapped. "If you don't understand it by now, then there's no hope for you."
By that time, I was frustrated, too, and without thinking, I replied, "Well, maybe if you didn't make everything so difficult, then I'd get it."
"All right," she said. "I've already stayed here longer than I should have tonight, so please leave. I'm going home." She stood up and turned around.
After all of that, I still couldn't stop myself from staring at Victoria's backside as she bent over to grab her things. That day, she was wearing a white blouse and a gray skirt that stopped above her knees. I guess I enjoyed the view for a moment too long because she suddenly turned and looked at me.
"Were you staring at my ass?"
"Um..."
