Alexandra was too young for Daniel. Not in the chronological sense, as the years between the two were scant, but in the psychological. Daniel, the rather involved teaching assistant and dedicated graduate student, had troubles in the past in his two gap years before graduate school with keeping business and pleasure separate. In his time as a server, he readily dove into the incestuous orgy of partnering that took place between the front-of-house staff. However, Daniel always knew that it would end poorly, and it always did; he was determined to make things different this time. Although there was nothing legally wrong with sleeping with students, there was a tug at an ethical dilemma he felt regarding the potential for coercion or manipulation from either side. His own adviser would joke about the various students he slept with back in the 80's and 70's, but that his body was now well past it's prime, and the laws were a bit different. The running joke was he would have left the job if it wasn't for his already having tenure now that the prime perk was gone.
The young woman was a student with promise - she was intelligent and curious, the best attributes for a budding scientist. Her time was nearly consistently spent in the library running through various journal articles and study reports, leaving very little time for romance or partying. Daniel respected that kind of passion to her future and goals, so much that it bordered on romanticizing. What hadn't helped the unfortunate TA was how Alexandra looked; she was petite with a rather curvaceous frame, a large bust with a narrow waist and exaggerated hips. Her large eyes had the color of dull jade, but constantly narrowed in interested fixation. The only detraction from Alexandra could be blamed on the permanently unkempt state of her very pale blonde hair, unwashed or uncombed depending on the time she woke from bed. All in all, she was Daniel's personal fantasy made real.
Being a man who required a great deal of distraction from an anxious mind, Daniel frequently could be found in the gym, glued to a cycle machine while he read over notes. While it wasn't his objective, it did have the benefit of keeping his body slim and fit. He did his best to not skip 'torso day,' afraid he would look like some distorted figurine if he had only stuck to the bike. Not only did this constant activity prevent Daniel from drifting too much to his own personal anxieties, it helped him distract himself from the nymph that would sit in the front of his study group lectures, eyes so narrowed and severe. Some time had passed since Daniel had fulfilled his more primal urges, and his third year bombshell had done little to help him forget that fact.
Lately, after returning from the gym, Daniel found his shower-time fantasies quickly slipping into visions of bobcut blondes with narrow gazes as he spent himself on the tiled floor. Alexandra seemed to be the summation of distraction, but something he had to avoid. But the looks she gave him, the intensity of her eyes, the furious mind behind them - it proved impossible to ignore. Anxious Daniel could only toss around in bed before finally finding sleep, with two jade eyes watching in his dreams.
Things moved at a pitch when Alexandra managed to score a 'B' on the midterms. Emails poured in after the exam scores were posted, but Alexandra's stood out from the moment Daniel had seen it. The subject simply read "Confusion on my Recent Score", followed by a short message that she would be attending the upcoming office hours later on when she could escape from her work study program. The TA felt apprehension, but a bit of excitement. He didn't feel a response was necessary, but hotly anticipated the following date.
The result was much less pleasing than the actual idea. Alexandra appeared in his cramped, closet-like office as the very tail end of Daniel's posted hours.
"Mr. Rett, I did my best on this. I promise you, I studied for hours for it." Alexandra stood in the typical coed garb of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, hair freshly cleaned and makeup absent. Daniel was strangely disappointed.
"Alexandra, no one did great on the midterm. The grade that was posted was before the curve. Dr. Vanland and I are still working on the numbers. You've got nothing to worry about, it'll probably come out around a mid or high A."
Alexandra quickly pivoted and left the room, leaving Daniel unsure if the answer satisfied or upset her further. Her elfin face betrayed no notion of her feelings, but for a moment there seemed to be an element of displeasure. All Daniel could do is lose himself staring at the well-shaped thighs and ass of his student as she rapidly made her way down the hall from his doorway. Daniel felt himself thicken at the sight of her storming away, knowing that he would quickly need to flee to the gym and the traditional shower afterwards.
The following day, Alexandra sat in the front row once again. She appeared more manicured than the previous days Daniel had seen her. There was ample care taken in the highlights of her eyes through nothing more than a simple line of black penciling. Her casual tank top plunged downwards between two swollen breasts, pale and firm. Daniel found himself awkwardly caught in her gaze on more than one occasion during his lecture. While he was no giant of size, his above average girth kept jutting against his thigh as he spoke, prompting him to turn to the board or clumsily place his hand into his pocket to mask the display. Fidgeting with his dark hair, Daniel stood flustered in a room full of students, captured by those jade eyes.
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It had been two days since the first office hours meeting. Again, Daniel's nymph appeared as he sat in his closeted office. This time Alexandra wore a somewhat loose shirt and tight jeans. Through a struggling endeavor, Daniel tried to listen to the student. She teased at the neckline of her shirt, fidgeting with idle fingers. On occasion, she would bite her pen in an attempt to either look seductive, or cliché. The air in the confined space was filled with the rich aroma of lavender and juniper, pouring in waves off of the coed. Those jade eyes continued to drive at Daniel to his very core, and he found himself drifting as he looked at her. Her nipples burst through the sheer fabric of her top, thick and radiantly pink through the clothing.
"...So, if there are any extra credit routes, I'd like to take them. That midterm was bullshit, Mr. Rett. Oh, shit! Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."
Daniel pulled himself from his reverie. "It's fine," he said with a laugh. "I curse like a sailor, doesn't bother me a bit. And just call me a Daniel." For a moment, he could have sworn there was a blush.
"Okay, well, the last test was bullshit. The curve was only 7 points. Just let me know if there's any extra credit. Please?"
Once again, Daniel had to focus his attention, "of course, Alexandra. I don't think there will be any, but you're not in any danger. Your marks still sit at a comfortable high A. I do appreciate that you care so much, but it's really not needed."
"Just call me Allie, okay?" And, as before, Alexandra stormed out of the office. And, as before, Daniel could only sigh as he watched her stray away.
The greater surprise was the next Monday. Alexandra sat near the middle of the small lecture hall. Her eyes were narrowed not in interest, but annoyance. Her full, rogue painted lips turned into a sneer. She looked impatient, and kept looking at her phone for the time. At this point, Daniel was more concerned about the possibility of a negative report from a student. As soon as the class let out, Daniel sent an email to Alexandra with as professional a wording as possible, asking to see her at his office to discuss her grade dissatisfaction. There was no response.
An unexpected event arrived when Alexandra appeared in the doorway later that evening. It was a known habit that Daniel would be in his offices until the early evening nearly every day, well past when the custodial staff had cleared away, but no student was ever so bold as to actually show up for those moments.
Alexendra stood in the same outfit she wore earlier, a pencil skirt that fell just above knee length and a rather elaborate tank top. She cocked her hip to the side, with one hand resting against her waist, the other lazily swaying at her side. Those narrow eyes bore down on Daniel, who shifted in his chair, visibly disconcerted.
