At first, the only sound that seemed to fill the classroom was the gossip and murmurings of the waiting students; however, amidst all the chatter about their new professor (such as, 'I hope this guy has proper schooling' or 'I wonder how big his dick is?') the squeaking sound of an opening door could be heard.
The students watched as Andy Botwin slowly walked down the classroom isle and toward the unusually small blackboard as he took out an extendable pointer stick. Finally stopping at the end of the isle, the man turned around and grinned at his young pupils.
"Congratulations! You all have just been accepted into University of Andy… hello all, my name, as you might have guessed, is Andy Botwin--now, for those of you who are illiterate, my name is spelled: A-N-D…" Andy let his voice trail off as he saw his ex-sister in law saunter through the classroom door.
"Nancy..?"
"Hello, Andy" She spoke in an almost alluring manner.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for your wisdom, Andy. What else would I be here for…?" She asked, sensually.
"Er, you are not intellectually gifted enough to attend this fine institution.." Andy smugly stated.
It was about this time that he noticed Nancy was nearly buck naked except for a thin satin robe. He paused.
"Uhh"
"Shhh… Don't be like that, Andy. Just teach me" She then let her pretty robe fall to the floor. Andy always liked that robe. It reminded him of a bong.
The student-by-standers cheered and whistled at their professor.
"Teach me how to be a sexual master like you, Andy!" Nancy ended her sentence with a passionate moan.
Nancy pushed him onto the nearby teacher's desk, and began to scale her mount; although still a bit puzzled, Andy grinned like a playful child. Andy had always lusted over Nancy in the past, and now that she obviously felt the same way about him now admittedly made him feel a bit cocky. With that same stupid grin plastered across his face, Andy let his gaze trail downwards from her breasts, to her navel, all the way down until….
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Andy landed his gaze on a very large and meaty penis; he could even see a stream of pre-cum dripping from the bulbous tip. Utterly speechless, Andy stared in complete disgust as the room began spinning.
"Don't you love me, Andy?" Nancy cooed gently.
"I-I uhh… what?" He started to panic.
"NOW STICK IT IN HIS POOPER!"
"…DOUG?!"
Nancy woke up with a start as she heard a scream pierce through the night air.
"..the hell? Andy?" she murmured, groggily. Donning a colorful satin robe, Nancy hurried to where Andy was sleeping.
"Andy? Are you all right?"
Andy jumped slightly at the sound of Nancy's voice but soon realized he was fortunately no longer dreaming; also realizing that Nancy had asked him a question, Andy stammered a response.
"Y-yeah I'm fine. I just had a very, very bad dream" He then exhaled dramatically.
"So…nothing's wrong?"
" Err, no I guess not, but… can I ask you a question?"
She yawned. "Yeah, sure"
"You, uhh… have girl parts down there, right?"
"I…think so, yes"
"Oh, God that's a relief" He sighed.
"I'm going to bed now" She retorted, dryly. She then turned around and began walking back to her room, shaking her head in the process.
"Okay, see you in the morning!" With that, Andy reclined himself into the blankets and sheets and placed his hands behind his head. Stretching and finally feeling relaxed, Andy concluded:
'Man, I gotta' lay off the reefer.'