Going back to school at thirty was tough. All the other students were in their early twenties and I felt out of place. This was my dream, though. I had been planning on going back to school and getting my degree since the day I had dropped out of college at eighteen. I had been too young and not yet ready to be a college student back then. I never dreamed it would take me so long to make it back into a classroom.
My first class was astronomy and as I entered I saw the professor already up at the board writing something in chalk on the old chalkboard at the front of the room. I was instantly attracted to him. He looked about my age and wore slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie. He had thick glasses, but they didn't take away from the fact that he was insanely handsome. He made every man I'd ever been with look ugly. I stared at him, my pussy growing uncomfortably moist.
I sat through the whole class, unable to understand anything he was saying about astronomy. All I could do was hold onto my pen and pretend to write things down as he spoke. His voice was hypnotic and I enjoyed listening to it. When he finally ended the class I gathered my belongings slowly and waited for him to talk to each of the other students. I made sure that I was last in line and when it was my turn, we were alone.
"Hi, I'm Jeanine Apodaca," I said and extended my hand for him to shake. He took it and as he did, something passed between us. It was a spark, the ignition of something. I held onto his hand a little too long and then I looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry," I said. "You're just so attractive that I forgot what I was going to ask you." I tried to think, but it was so fucking hard. He was that hot!
"You think I'm attractive?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said reflexively.
"I think you're attractive too. How old are you?"
"Thirty."
"I'm twenty-nine," he said, laughing that he was younger than me, but yet he was my teacher. I'd never felt so ancient. "If you weren't my student I'd ask you out," he said.
