Chapter 1:
Hots For Teacher
"What do you mean?" I probed the air with a slender hand to ask my Professor yet another eye-rolling question. The students grumbled as my Professor had to re-explain the subject matter to me. I searched my brain for a connection and finally grasped the idea.
Mae isn't a slow girl, nor is she inattentive. Philosophy isn't her strongest subject because she really didn't understand the concepts. She wasn't sure if it was the actual material or the man who taught her the subject matter which made her nervous. She is always attracted to older men, bonus for professors, and this Professor was no exception.
He is tall, lumbering actually, and Irish. He didn't have an accent but his deep blue eyes stuck onto hers, mixing in a crashing war of blue hue. He isn't old, more around forty-five years of age; light streaks of grey danced through his dark brown, medium, soft, wavy hair. He is a bit nerdy, with square-cut glasses and button down shirts. Sometimes even the occasional black tee with a black blazer and nicely fitted jeans. The most attractive attribute is his clumsiness. He walks around the classroom, because he never desires to stay put, and constantly trips over the legs of chairs or the side of the front desk. He is strange and goofy; but has a calm demeanor. My eyes love to follow him around the room as the classroom was swallowed within a deep argument; how his pace quickened, his voice became loud with excitement, and it was almost like watching a rainstorm brew in sheer enthusiasm. It excited me as well. I became fidgety in my seat watching him pace the room, making wild gestures; I almost felt the surge of energy from his argument leap into me. It's a spectacular sight to see.
I found myself vying for his attention. I craved it because he seemed to give everyone the same amount of attention, but I wanted it all. I searched his hand and didn't find any silver or gold, and grinned at my findings, closed my eyes, and went off into daydream land. Reality sunk back in and I realized that I had no idea what we were discussing. I raise my hand, "So, is this against the freedom of choice, or will?" reading some of the words that were up on the board so, by any grace of god, he may be able to repeat the argument topic.
"Well, it is more of individual opinion; she might think that we have free choices but not free will." Ah, so we are talking about Karen, the depressed sociopath example in the text.
I watch as Professor Kelly sits awkwardly on the corner of his desk. One of his legs is folded underneath the other and he is sitting more off the desk than on. I studied his position and unintentionally my gaze rested upon the middle of his pants, from where I sat, was right in the middle of my field of vision. I glanced upward, Oh shit, I think he saw me, oh God! Please no, please tell me that he didn't see me staring at his junk. Guuuh, this is bad. I jumped over my notebook which was full of more doodles than notes and started scribbling down whatever the hell was on the board in it, glanced toward him once more, and saw him smirking at me. What the Hell! Did he want me to check him out…don't think about that. Just worry on the matter….his..matter…GUUH! What is wrong with me! I felt a sudden warmth rise up into my face and I realized that I must be a tomato by now. I threaded my fingers through my hair and bit on the back of my pen. Grr, that man is such a tease without even knowing it. The slight turn of his step, the flex of his muscles, his own sense of style is enough to cause my arousal. What is wrong with me? How am I so easily influenced by the subtle nuances to a completely oblivious stranger?
At any rate, I realized that my studies alone will not make me pass this class. The recommended reading in the texts are even too difficult for me to comprehend…oh the way he talks, he is so articulate…Snap out of it Mae! Jeeze! What are you! A walking erection? Focus! I have to make a friend in the class on order to pass. I giggled to myself, my god, if someone can read minds; they would have a field day in mine. As I thought that, I glanced over to my Professor who was now leaning on the high table for the computer explaining the difference between definitions of same and similar. In the middle of his explanation a student raised their hand for a question. In receiving this question he glided over, sat on his low desk, and gazed at the floor for an answer. He pondered for a good minute, trying to pick the right words; his brow furrowing, licking his soft lips, he traced the lining of his face with his right index finger and looked up. Before he answered her question he glanced over at me, to make sure I was paying attention, and he smiled. He fucking smiled at me. It was a sort of playful smile and my heart leapt. My already flushed face gave way for a whole new shade of magenta but I could not shake his gaze. I sort of shyly smiled back and he gave a small exhale chuckle. He, of course, answered her question with absolute grace and poignancy. I sat back and breathed in his words.
Before I knew it I was back in daydream land and the class was over. I snapped back into reality and got out of my chair, which is always front row center. I gathered my things and spun around, without knowing it, I marched forward and right into Professor Kelly's chest. I stumbled backward and looked up into his face. "Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry!"
I looked down at the ground and I heard his voice shower over me, "Whoa! In a hurry? It's okay, hey; by the way, did you have any troubles with my lecture today?" Oh, yeah, there is one huge issue.
I looked up into those big baby blues and mumbled, "Oh…uhm, I guess this subject really isn't my best." I giggled cutely and sighed. Dodged a bullet there.
"Oh, haha, well, if that is the case, you can always feel free to visit me in my office hours. They are on the first page of the syllabus." He warmly stated to me. Yeah, that might not be the best of ideas there, Professor.
"Thank you very much! I probably will." I sweetly put.
"Yeah? The best day to come is on Thursday s at 5:15pm. I have the least amount of work to do, so I can focus all my time on my students." Professor Kelly grinned into me. I felt slightly uneasy at those last two words, and yet intrigued. What did he mean 'my students'? I looked into his eyes and suddenly felt so small in front of him, like his body could utterly cover and consume mine completely.