Logan
There’s nothing quite like a bright sunny day at Stanford. Walking into the lecture hall, I’m thankful that I’m alone today — it’s so much easier to teach without some knob looking over your shoulder. I could cope with it if it was another intellectual, but certainly not Sean.
The bastard always thinks he’s better than me just because we came up with dating apps at the same time. He shows it off boldly, directly competing with my ads. I shouldn’t have to compete with him in general, but here we are, having to do it in person.
I breathe in deeply as I unpack my laptop and set it up to powerpoint.Just focus on today,I tell myself. I love teaching as much as I love running my business, so today will surely be a piece of cake.
The students begin to pour into the lecture hall about ten minutes before the scheduled start. I nod at them as I adjust the microphone at the podium. They all seem very standard—awkward, unsure, yet intelligent and aware. I look down at my laptop to check my notes, and suddenly, I’m stunned.
A young beauty enters my vision, clutching her laptop between two swells of breasts. Her V-neck T-shirt perfectly accents her bosom, as her tight jeans glide flawlessly over her ample ass.
I see this all in my peripheral vision as she makes eye contact with me. Her light blue eyes catch the tiny glimmer of sunlight creeping into the room.
She smiles at me, and I have to shake my head slightly to force myself to smile back. I give her the signature professor nod as she takes a seat two rows from the front.
Jesus Logan, get it together.I tell myself in my mind. This isn’t the first time I’ve interacted with a hot woman, nevertheless a female student.
I pull myself together enough to give the two-hour lecture. The students are quiet but appear intrigued. Everyone asks the appropriate amount of questions, the ones generally expected for a second day of classes. I’m glad that I was able to successfully avoid eye contact with that mysterious babe for the entire duration.
But I realize I’m patting myself on the back too early as I see her begin to approach the podium as I’m gathering up my things. Those blue eyes are still shining.
“Hi, can I help you with anything?”
The young girl extends her hand.
“Hi, I’m Evelyn. Evelyn Blackthorn. I really enjoyed your lecture.”
I shrug, continuing to pack my notes and laptop away.
“Just doing my job. Anything I can help you with Evelyn?”
She steps closer to the podium.
“I am a very ambitious person. I believe there’s always something to be said about the person looking for a head start.”
I nod again, continuing to avert my eyes.
“That’s certainly a positive approach.”
“I know all about your coding experience. I research all of my professors before I take their classes. It’s really inspiring, what you did so young.”
I can’t control my eyes as they move up to hers. They’re like magnets. She smiles again but seems to slightly bite her upper lip.
I snap my briefcase shut.
“I worked hard Evelyn and think there’s certainly something to be said about that. Now I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to start writing notes for tomorrow’s lecture, so if you’ll excuse me.”
As I begin to leave the room Evelyn touches my arm. She doesn’t grab me, but it’s a touch, nonetheless. I am glad that my arm is not bare at that moment.
“I know you must be a very busy man. I just wanted to reach out and ask if there was anything I could do for extra credit. You know, to get ahead.”
I stop and look down at her. Her hand lingers slightly, then pulls away slowly. She pulls her laptop tighter against her chest, which pushes her breasts up higher from out of her shirt.
Oh what I would do to those tits…
“I appreciate you reaching out. Everything for now will be noted in the lecture or online. I’ll see you tomorrow Evelyn, have a nice day.”
I race out of the room with my briefcase, pretending to be hurrying somewhere but really trying to escape my own thoughts.