DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Ghost Whisperer. But the story plot is an original work.

This is my first fan fiction so be nice and try to be helpful. R and R please. :)

THE HOTTIE PROFESSOR

Chapter 1: ANOTHER SHOT

Melinda was so hot for him. She would not deny it. She wanted so badly to touch herself right there just watching him speak with so much confidence in front of the class. She knew she had to brush away the sensation building up inside her. She had to fight the temptation that is right in front of her nose. If her Professor Jim Clancey were only one of her classmates, she would easily get him by passing a note then after 20 minutes, she would probably be back in her seat fulfilled after excusing herself to go to the comfort room but instead to have a steamy quickie inside the janitor's closet or much better inside a cubicle in one of the CRs in the University.

Melinda is not one of those girls who are known to be slutty and horny. In fact, she makes a good impression being a consistent Dean's Lister in the College of Arts in the University of California. Taking up her major in Fine Arts, she had her creative and imaginative side of her. Melinda is a member of the Union of Book Enthusiasts and Lovers, League of Rojo Elementos-- an organization for students who donate blood regularly. Melinda is also an active member or the Perfoming Arts Circle, being a dancer, singer and a good actress she is. See? She is definitely not one of those bitches strutting their way in the hallway who look like they know nothing but make-up, money, sex, boys, and again, sex. Well, that is if you don't know her at all.

No one knew the steam that Melinda has been hiding for quite some years as a student in this University. She had some few achievements here and there and her parents are so proud of her. But sometimes, she just gets tired of all the pretending. She is not a goody-too-good nerd. In fact, she really is one of those girls who think about sex, boys and again, sex. But it doesn't show because she likes keeping it simple. She wears some jeans of just the right tightness, some blouse or shirt that's not too revealing. Sometimes, she wears skirts too. She has the perfect set of tits hidden all over her clothes and the most perfect ass and hips. Sometimes, after taking a bath before school, she would stand naked in front of a mirror and survey herself. She would even take some pictures of herself naked and store it all in her MacBook. There are nights when she would touch herself thinking about Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom or any celebrity she could think of. She would finger and satisfy herself on her own. She would visit some sites and read some stories and sometimes, she would even do cybersex making sure no one knows her in there. She never had boyfriends. Some people say it is because she was too conservative to have one and she doesn't have time for one. But deep inside, it was because she likes juggling boys and having sex with multiple men without having to worry about infidelity. She was first devirginized during one Homecoming Ball during her first year in college when she was Bryan Fisher -- quarterback of the University football team--came to her and asked if they could take a walk in the hallway. She knew he was drunk and she knew where that would eventually lead. The next thing, they were having sex in the shower room of the boys' gym. YES, she was one dirty bitch inside and she knows it.

Her gaze was focused intently on Professor Jim's perfect face. His brown hair with streaks of sunlight glowing against them which is quite a long cut for a man. She loved how bad boy she seemed, matched with those emerald eyes with long lashes covering them and perfectly bushy brows. His nose and mouth that never fails to smile. Melinda loves how Mr. Clancey twitches his mouth. She could just see and feel his tongue slowly swording hers in a passionate kiss. His stand was godly. He is tall and has quite a good structure and posture along with those long legs and toned arms. Even though his body is covered with that immaculate ashy black slacks and white crisp long sleeves which is untucked, his muscles are just visible underneath. Melinda could not help thinking about laying her arms on this man's body.

He doesn't look old. No, not at all. Maybe around 30? Ooh. Still has a firm cock. Oh God. Melinda, stop it! Concentrate. Can't let anybody notice you sweating to have him fill your wet pussy right now, don't ya? Oh my. Did I just see him brush his cock for a second there? Maybe it's itching and he doesn't want us to see him scratch it so he brushed it lightly? Ha! Adorable. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so horny about this fine gentleman here? I just had an amazing sex last night with the DJ in Bistro Martin. WHY?! But I cannot help it. He just looks so fresh and sexy. I love his body posture, the way he speak with so much confidence, it makes me soooo………..awed, amazed and wet. I wanna have him right now, but I just can't raise my hand and ask him if he wants to have sex with me in the janitor's closet, can I?

Melinda shot a glance to where his classmate Nate has bees seating. As usual, he was still staring at her with amazement and longing. Oh yes. Melinda knew Nate wanted to fill her again. She had him twice already. Nate being the hottest guy in his class last year was definitely someone to go for to have sex, but now it seems like Nate is in love with her. Too bad. Melinda is just scared of commitment and such drama. No fun at all. Melinda just smiled a bit at Nate before gazing back to Mr. Clancey.

You are one lucky dumbass, Nate, for even having to look at me smile. I won't need you anymore, now that Mr. Clancey is here to satisfy my needs. Ha!

"How about you.. Err.. Ms. Gordon?" Mr. Clancey fixed her emerald eyes at Melinda after checking out her name in his list.

Melinda was trasfixed. For the first time, she do not know the answer to a teacher's question. She cannot let her classmates know that she was day dreaming about their new teacher in Art of Architecture and Iconography about having sex with her.

Drat! Why do you have to be so damn sexy and divert my attention to your body instead to your lecture, you gorgeous man! I have no choice but to come clean right here.

"I'm sorry. But I did not quite get the question. Can you repeat it?" Melinda asked nervously. She did not get a shock from the class from asking the question again. It was normal to ask again, she thought to herself.

"Just tell us briefly about your idea on architecture, umm, Miss Gordon." glancing at the list again with a smile plastered on his face.

"Oh. That. Well, I guess it is the transformation of ideas into reality. The complex and carefully designed structure of something especially with regard to a specific period." Melinda smartly answered.

"Well said. Thank you for that idea." Mr. Clancey said, obviously impressed with Melinda's witty answer. He was not expecting such a smart answer considering the fact that he knew Melinda was preoccupied with something else.

"No problem, Sir." Melinda tried answering back with a smile fighting off the luscious image of Mr. Clancey naked in her mind.

After about 2 hours of just plain staring and fantasizing about her professor and not even getting anything from the lecture, Melinda did not even notice that the class has already ended.

Darn it! Why did his lecture has to stop? I was getting to the nasty and delicious part of my fantasies in my head.

Melinda looked over to Mr. Clancey casually while gathering her books and notes, which obviously have not been opened nor read. She slowed down her moves not minding if she would be late for her next class. She wanted to be in the room alone with her hottie professor, not that she would talk to him or anything. She just wanted to have a feel of having to be with him with no other people around. She wanted to feel that they were breathing the same air in the same room.

Students walked out of the room in groups, that's why the room was emptied in a moment. At last, Melinda was alone with him.

Hmm. Awkward. He does not seem to notice me at all. Maybe I should start wearing one of those tube tops and really short skirts. Maybe that will get him hot for me. Oh God. I have to stop this fantasies. He sure does not have any interest on me. After all, I'm just his student and for a man as hot as he is, he might not be single anymore. Yup. Get that on your mind, Melinda. He is just not interested in you---

"Hey, Ms. Gordon, right?" Mr. Clancey cut Melinda's thoughts. "Good job back there. I am pretty sure this class would not be such a bore with someone smart like you around." he further compliments Melinda with that same sexy smile on his face.

"Oh. Right. Sure! No problem." Her throat was tight. Just as she was about to move on, here he is in front of him. Making a conversation.

"Your answer was very interesting, Ms. Gordon. I'll make sure I'll get to know more about that. See you around." he winks before striding swiftly across the lecture hall with such posture.

Or maybe not. Maybe she'll give her fantasies another shot.