Kevin licked his lips and brushed his hair off his forehead. Class started in minutes and he still wasn’t prepared. He scrambled to stuff his materials into his leather satchel. Teaching history to a group of college kids definitely had its challenges. He thought the position would be a walk in the park when he was hired. He’d been working at Brooks University for a little over six months. Not having to make kids sit still or pay attention in class seemed like a dream. He had left an exhausting career as a high school history teacher for Brooks, but sometimes he wished he’d gone into another profession altogether.
After walking through the doors of the classroom, Kevin laid his satchel on his desk. He looked up to a sea of young, bright faces. The ones in the front were smiling, ready with their pencils. They were eager to do well. The students in the back were slouched over or frowning. Some were even asleep. Kevin cleared his throat and began. The topic was the Civil War and he was ready to wing it.
For the next hour, Kevin lectured on how the war began, a few events early in the war and Abe Lincoln’s opposition to cessation. He was reminding the students of next week’s exam when he caught a glimpse of a young lady in the front row. She was wearing a skirt and her legs had parted open. Had she done it on purpose? Kevin stumbled over his words briefly, and then quickly got back on track.
As the students were filing out, he glanced back over to the girl wearing the skirt. She was still sitting at her desk looking at him. Her knees were apart and he could vaguely make out a swirl design on her pink panties. Kevin swallowed hard and looked away. He was both excited and ashamed. Had she seen him? Had she done it on purpose? He wasn’t sure.
She waited until everyone had left the room, then she stood up. She was very pretty. She had shoulder length, dark brown hair. Her skin was olive colored and her eye’s were bright blue. Kevin swallowed hard as she approached him. Kevin knew he was average looking at best. He stood 5’10” and had short dark hair. He was pale, scrawny and had dark brown eyes.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could give me some tips for how to study for the test next week,” she said giving him a warm smile.
Of course, she just wanted help. Kevin decided to take his brain out of the gutter for a minute.
“Sure, reread the chapter and highlight the big events. Also, study the notes I’ve given in lecture. If you do that, you should be fine,” Kevin said effortlessly.
She thanked him and walked toward the door. Kevin turned around to gather his materials. He heard a shuffling of feet behind him. He turned around to see her standing there. This time, she looked a bit nervous.
“Um, my name is Shelby by the way,” she said extending her hand. “I know a lot of professors don’t know their students names, especially in big lecture halls.”
This introduction excited Kevin slightly. Was she looking to make with him to get an A in class? No, he decided it was just him latching onto a fantasy.
“Right, and I’m Kevin, Professor Walker,” Kevin said as he shook her hand. “If you need more help, my office is down the hall to the right.”
“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind,” Shelby said with a devilish smile. She quickly turned and walked away.
Kevin stood alone in the classroom. Time for lunch he decided.
After lunch and two more lectures, Kevin sat down at his desk in his office to prepare the next day’s lecture. It was late and the sun was beginning to set. He glanced outside his office window to see Shelby sitting on the bench. She was sitting with another girl, most likely a girlfriend of hers. They were each holding a book, but neither one of them looked like they were reading. They were talking over the top of them. Shelby kept looking up at Kevin’s office window.
“Ok, now that is a bit strange,” Kevin heard himself say aloud.
Did she really need help, or was there something more to this?
Suddenly, they got up and put away their things. They were talking and giggling excitedly. Shelby kept glancing up at the window as she walked away. Kevin sat back in his chair, stunned. The girls were out of sight.
“Maybe she really is trying to get that A,” Kevin thought to himself.
At the next lecture, Shelby sat in the front row. She was wearing another short skirt that was loose enough to swing back and forth when she walked. The skirt was navy blue, and her top was a tight hot pink button up. She twisted a piece of hair around her finger from time to time. Kevin placed his materials out on his desk. He was going to have to ignore her in order to make it through lecture without stumbling over his words. She was quite a distraction.
He managed to ignore her while he was talking. When it was the students’ turn to work in groups, he decided to make eye contact with her. He looked at her to see her already staring at him. When his eyes met hers, Shelby smiled brightly. Kevin returned a smile. Then, she licked her lips. Not in a fast manner, but very slow, very deliberate. Kevin looked away and prayed no one saw the erection he was beginning to pitch. After class, Shelby came up to him. She stood close to him, so close her chest was brushing against his. Kevin thought she was going to kiss him for a moment, then she turned her head to whisper in his ear.
“I would really like for you to help me with my assignment. Maybe tonight at your place?”
Kevin swallowed hard. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. He decided that she was absolutely serious.
“Sure, I can help you with that,” Kevin heard himself say.
“Write down your address and give me a good time,” Shelby replied.
Kevin wrote down his address and handed it to her.
“8 o’clock works for me,” Kevin told her.
She smiled and walked toward the door.
“See you then,” she replied over her shoulder.
Kevin stood for a moment in disbelief. He shook his head and picked up his bag. It was time to go home and get ready. He decided to open the bottle of Port he’d had tucked away. It was a special occasion after all.
Kevin had already cleaned his house, showered and dressed by the time Shelby was knocking on his door. When he opened it, she was standing on his doorstep, smiling.
“Please, come in,” Kevin said.
Shelby walked inside and took off her coat. Kevin hung it on the coat rack.
He noticed she was wearing a short dress. It showed off her long legs and beautiful skin. The burgundy color of the dress played well off her olive skin tone.
“Wow, your place is amazing!” Shelby exclaimed.
“Thank you, I’ve had it for about a year now,” Kevin answered politely.
“Would you like some wine?” he asked her.
“Yes, very much,” Shelby replied.
They soon found themselves sitting on the sofa in front of the fire place. Shelby had slipped off her shoes and was sitting on her feet. They each held a glass of wine. The firelight danced softly on the walls. Kevin noticed that Shelby’s eyes were a bright blue. She chatted about her family and how she chose her major. She was very personable and friendly. After the third glass of wine, she started to get tipsy. Kevin noticed her cheeks grow pink and her smile get wider. Her eyes danced with a quiet excitement. She looked completely inviting. He could feel his heart begin to race. As if she could read his thoughts, she leaned over toward him. She placed her hands on the couch and got up on all fours.