I walked towards the Social Sciences building on the University campus, head hanging slightly. The weather was cool and the air crisp - reminders that summer was rapidly coming to an end. I was feeling somewhat discouraged. The harsh removal of freedom and the installment of regimen back into my life after a carefree summer certainly did not create the most welcoming of feelings. I could see it now: another year of boring material and stressful exams in classes I didn't even know why I was taking. I was not one of those people who were in university with a career in mind. Rather I had gone through two years of 'higher education' taking a mix of classes with no apparent rhyme or reason to my selections. I had taken everything from Biology and Chemistry to Art and the occasional English class.
I glanced down at the folded up schedule I carried in my hand as I entered the building. The words 'Anthropology 101' ran across the 8:00 AM time slot. Why the hell am I taking a first year Anthropology class I wondered to myself. I shook my head as I made my way through the throng of bodies crowding the halls. I considered not going. Is this class gonna' be a waste of time? Probably. There must be something better to take? I could think of nothing. And so I entered the lecture hall. The room was massive and probably seated close to 300 people. I took a seat in the back of the hall thinking this class might be good for some extra sleep.
I looked around the room, which was beginning to fill up. I noticed a lot of cute looking young women and preppy looking guys - mainly first year students - crowding into the seats up front. This was likely their first university class ever. I could tell because they were still brimming with excitement. This was the big leagues! They were adults, here to be educated so that they would become something and conquer the world. Little did they realize that one third of them would probably drop out before year's end. I marveled for a moment at how cynical I had become, but I had been here for two years already and I knew how things went. That bubbly exuberance would wear off before long. Probably after the midterm. Maybe sooner.
I yawned with the prospect of what was to come, that being the inevitable run through of course outlines and administrative garbage that no one really cared about. That was when the professor walked into the room. She was female and looked to be about 30 years of age. I perked up considerably as my eyes ran over her curvaceous figure. It would have been easy to mistake her for a 'mature' student. But she wasn't. She was here to teach this class. Could this be? Professors were not supposed to be attractive young women. Never had I even considered such a possibility. I leaned forward slightly, now almost regretting sitting so far away. Her light brown hair hung to her shoulders in subtle waves, framing an attractive, albeit serious face. Even from where I sat I could see her eyes were brown as well -- a very deep brown. The dress she wore hinted that the body beneath it was firm and well shaped.
I was still giving my full attention to her body when she spoke. "This is Anthropology 101. Anyone not interested in Anthropology may leave now." I was taken aback as I realized, from the sharp edge to her voice in those first words she spoke, that she didn't really want to be here any more than I had five minutes earlier.
I was chuckling softly to myself at the irony of it all when she wrote her name and email address on the board and introduced herself to the class as Dr. Hottly. Dr. Hottly? That's her name? No Bloody way! I didn't think this could get any better! The remainder of the lecture was spent going over required textbooks and the like. I left the room having decided I would remain in this class. Definitely.
Over the course of the next several weeks I did not miss a single Anthropology class. I sat closer to the front of the room so that I would be able to admire this gem of a professor. It was a little weird at first - I mean, she was a Prof and I was a measly little undergraduate student. But I couldn't help myself when it came to fantasizing about this woman. As her outfits changed from day to day my original conclusion that she had a great body was affirmed. She had nice round breasts and a shapely ass as well as a set of legs to die for. Long, curvy, and strong -- they were amazing.
The only problem was her attitude. She had the most grating of personalities and was incredibly sarcastic at times. At first it bothered me. It diminished her apparent physical perfection. But slowly I learned to ignore it and focus on the 'good stuff'. So she had a bitchy attitude. Who cares? I could still spend Anthro class staring at her sexy body.
This routine worked for a while, but soon the thrill of just looking began to wear off. I found myself wanting to talk to her. I wanted to get closer to her. Just being able to get myself into the same room as her without three hundred other people would definitely be a challenge considering how she seemed to feel about this class. Nevertheless, I decided I would try. I walked towards her office later that afternoon, determined to get myself in there somehow. I reached out to knock on the door just as it opened and she stepped out. She carried a stack of papers and had spun around so quickly to pull the door closed that she didn't even notice me standing there. She backed into me, her ass bumping me ever so briefly. A little shiver of excitement moved through me. She turned to see who was there.
"Dr. Hottly, I am in your......"
"I'm sorry, but it will have to wait. I'm busy right now," she interrupted me.
And with that she was off down the hall, her legs carrying her quickly away. The fast pace at which she walked made her ass and legs look so good. Damn, she was hot!
I made two more attempts to talk to Dr. Hottly over the next couple of weeks, both to no avail. She refused to talk to me each time. I was getting a bit frustrated. In the back of my mind I knew the whole thing was ludicrous. What would happen if she actually talked to me? What would I do? When I thought about it this all seemed beyond reason.
I next attempted to visit this stunning professor one particular morning before class. I figured this would be my last try. If it didn't happen this time, I'd just forget it. I decided it was probably a stupid idea anyway. I walked up to her office door and knocked upon it, already expecting the usual rejection or empty room. Thus, I was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door and told me to come in. It was so unexpected that I was momentarily at a loss for words.
