It was such a nice day outside and here I was, stuck in class. I gazed out the window, longing to be outside. Just staring at the bright sunshine made me realize how hot it was inside. I sighed and focused my attention back onto my teacher, just a TA, but he certainly knew his stuff. The class was interesting, but sometimes he would just drone on and on. I stared at him, daydreaming, as he went over alternates and what ifs. He was kind of cute, in his own way. I did admire his intelligence and his passion about the class. I could tell he liked what he taught, and that was kind of sexy. After a few moments, I realized I was staring at his crotch. Blushing, I quickly looked away. He was still talking, and no one had noticed where my eyes were. I decided that I would listen to what he was saying and keep taking notes. Soon, I stopped taking notes and my eyes wandered again. This time, however, I knew what I was doing. No one could tell where I was looking -- it just looked like I was staring off into space.
It didn't occur to me before, but I realized that I wanted him. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but I wanted to see what was under those dark jeans. I imagined walking into his office, him knocking everything off his desk and taking me on it, barely bothering to shut the door behind me. Suddenly the bell rang. Nine twenty. Time to go. I glanced at my notebook before shoving it into my backpack and made the quick decision to "discuss" the day's lecture with him later. I approached him, blushing slightly from the thoughts that were running through my mind, and ask him when he would be in his office.
"All day." He grinned. How did I not notice how cute his smile was before? "I know, its sad. But I have a lot of work I need to get done."
"Is it alright if I stop by later? I have a few questions about today." Questions like, are you a boxers or briefs kind of guy?
"Sure. I'm actually heading over there right now. Swing by any time you like."
"Okay! I'll be there in a few. Just going to grab something to eat really quick."
"I'll be expecting you!" He smiled again and I just about died.
In the restroom, I splashed cool water on my face. What was I doing? I've never done anything like this before. I didn't even know what I was going to do. I'm not sure what will happen. Probably nothing. I didn't even know if I would have the courage to do what I wanted to do. I sat on the couch in the restroom for a couple minutes, going over what questions I was going to ask him. I came up with two that we could talk about, then I left.
On my way to Parsington Hall, where his office was, I realized if something did happen, I wouldn't want to be unprepared. Luckily, Campus Health was just across the street from Parsington. I went in, grabbed a few free condoms, and left. I never noticed that the condoms were Trojan. I had just assumed that they were some weird no-name brand.
As I waited for the elevator in Parsington, I asked myself again, What am I doing here? What did I hope would happen? Then I remembered the short fantasy I had in class and smiled. Oh yeah. That's what I want to happen. I hesitated knocking on his door and took a deep breath. What the hell am I doing? I knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
"Tom?" I peeked in. He was sitting at his desk, pen in hand, smiling at me.
"Hey, Roslyn." He gestured to the chairs in front of him. "Have a seat."
I left the door open, and sat in one of the chairs.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Uhhh...." I pulled out my notebook. "J.A's theory on alternatism. What exactly is he trying to say? Is he the only one that thinks this? Or are there others that share his point of view?"
"What he is trying to say is that alternates can exist on our level, although we are not aware of them. The choices that we make..." I let him talk on as I studied his face. I wondered if he was the type of guy that would go down on a girl. His lips looked good. "What do you think, Roslyn?"
"Huh? Oh..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say. I wasn't listening to him at all. I turned beet red, and the summer heat wasn't helping.
He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then stood up and came over to my side of the desk. If it were possible, I was turning redder with each step he took. He came over and leaned against his desk. I was in the perfect position to unzip his pants in my mind. I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch.
