I don’t date the students, but enter Mr. Evans. A single billionaire father, who quickly is becoming my star pupil. I can’t help myself, he’s older than me, and exactly what I need in my life and in my bed. Best thing is he’s more than willing to let me teach him a few new tricks. Let’s hope we don’t get caught.
My eyes were drawn to the curvy blonde carrying a briefcase and strolling into the class. Now she was dressed appropriately. She was wearing a smart business suit, her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had the look of a lawyer, which seemed a bit odd for a mythology class.
She had a woman’s body, with lots of curves. She wasn’t one of the walking skeletons I had seen strolling around campus. The woman in front of me had a vibrancy about her that drew me in. She was confident, which was something I was naturally drawn to. I liked that she wore an outfit that catered to her size and didn’t hide all the voluptuousness under big, bulky clothes that were meant to disguise the extra pounds.
I liked what I was seeing.
When she put her briefcase on the desk and turned to face us, my first thought was no way. She was too young and too beautiful. She clasped her hands together and looked out at all of us. I stared at her, noticing the green eyes right away. She looked like a Nordic goddess. I was absolutely mesmerized. I knew I was staring but I couldn’t look away.
“You might want to close your mouth,” Alan whispered.
“That’s the professor?” I hissed.
“I’m getting that impression, unless she’s a ballsy student. I suppose she could be an assistant.”
I continued to stare, hoping she didn’t notice. I was hot for the teacher. I didn’t think that was still possible at my age, but here I was, lusting after the pretty professor standing ten feet in front of me.