The first class of the day was always the hardest. Joey was never able to get up and charged. It took too long to figure out where the hell he was and then to get his stuff together to even make the long trek to History 110. Rolling over in bed, Joey threw the blanket off and struggled to sit up. His roommate, Chris, was still asleep, the pillow over his head. What had he been thinking when he scheduled his classes? Going from high school to college was tougher than he thought. He stayed up too late partying with Chris, and never got up with the dawn the way he used to at home. But then again, he didn't stay up till 2:00 in the morning drinking beers when he was at home. Being only eighteen, that would have been a problem.
Joey grabbed his shorts and slid his feet into them. Standing, he pulled them up and just barely missed snagging an important part of his anatomy as he zipped them. Pulling on a polo shirt, Joey finally felt his head start to clear. Grabbing a pepsi out of the small fridge near his bed, Joey slugged that down, waiting for the caffeine to hit his system. Pushing everything into his backpack, Joey slipped shoes on his bare feet and headed out the door, slamming it so everyone else could feel his pain.
At 7:30 in the morning, there aren't that many other people alive on campus. Only the stupidest of freshmen who would definitely know better next semester. Joey climbed the stairs to campus and checked his watch. He had ten minutes to get across campus to his history class. He'd been late once before and Professor Dewey had threatened to cut him if he was late again. Joey broke out into a run.
Joey looked at his watch just as he opened the lecture hall door. Shit! He was five minutes late. Trying to sneak in, Joey slipped through the door and grabbed the first seat he found in the last row. Looking up at the podium, Joey's mouth dropped. That was definitely not Professor Dewey. A beautiful brunette, a goddess, stood at the podium. When she looked up at the class, she smiled. Her eyes looked around the room and settled on Joey.
"Excuse me, but you were late. For that, you get the worst torture. Come sit up in the front row, right here."
When she had singled Joey out he thought he was done for. Instead, she was making him sit down in front, closer to her. That's not torture. At least, not bad torture, he thought.
Settling into the assigned seat, Joey grabbed his note pad and pen. He tried to concentrate on the lecture but he was too in awe of this woman. She explained to the class that Professor Dewey had been called away on family business and she'd be taking over this class for the rest of the semester. There weren't too many objections to that. Her name was Professor Ailene Marks. As she wrote the name on the board behind her, Joey's eyes looked her over. What an ass! Her skirt hugged her round bottom just right. Joey's eyes wandered further. Her legs were sculptured and tan.
As she turned around, Joey's eyes surveyed the front of her again, this time with a better view. Her white blouse was opened just enough to give a good view of her neck and chest. Joey wished at that moment that he was Superman and had x-ray vision. Her chest was round and large. The only breasts Joey had ever seen were in movies or in Playboy.
Professor Marks lectured for twenty minutes from the podium before making her way to the desk and sitting down. She turned in the chair just enough so Joey could see her crossed legs. Pulling the note pad over his lap, Joey tried to cover the bulge that was forming in his shorts. He'd forgotten to put any boxers on and his shorts weren't doing much to help the situation. After class, he'd have to skip his next class so he could find someplace to jack off and get rid of the huge erection forming in his lap at this moment.
Shifting his gaze again, Joey looked down at Professor Marks' legs just as she uncrossed her legs and switched the crossing angle. Joey thought he must be seeing things. When she uncrossed her legs, Joey could have sworn he'd seen that she wasn't wearing any panties. Joey watched again as she recrossed her legs. Damn! She wasn't wearing any panties! Joey had never seen a pussy close up but he damn well knew what one looked like.
His erection was getting harder. Joey was finding it hard to concentrate on anything Professor Marks was saying. He could only focus on what she was doing. His fantasy played in his head as he watched her cross and uncross her legs, revealing her pleasure pot each time. As the lecture came to a close, Joey sat still and waited. He couldn't just up and run out. His hard on was too big for that.
"Excuse me, but I need to talk to you for a moment."
Joey couldn't breath. Professor Marks needed to speak with him. How the hell was he going to explain the bulge in his shorts! He waited until everyone had left and then followed Professor Marks into the next room. The lecture hall would begin filling with the next class, so they were going to the side room, a small make shift office for Professor's to meet with students after class. Professor Marks closed the door behind Joey and then sat on the edge of the desk facing him. Joey stood still, his backpack hanging closely in front of him, covering his hard on.
"Your name is?"
"Joey. Joey Anderson."
"Joey, Professor Dewey warned me that you had a problem getting to class on time. What happened this morning? Too much drinking last night? A hot date keep you up?"
Joey almost laughed. A hot date! He wished. Right now, all he wanted was to find a hot date.
"Um, well no and yes. Too many beers, and well, I just have a hard time getting up in the morning."
Professor Marks smiled.
"Well, it doesn't look like all of you has a hard time getting up in the morning, Joey."
Joey looked down. He hadn't noticed that his backpack had slipped out of his hand. The bulge in his shorts was enormous. Joey could feel his face getting red from embarrassment.
"Um, oh shit! I'm sorry, Professor, I um... oh fuck!"
Professor Marks laughed.
"It's alright, Joey, it's really quite a compliment. I'm sure you and your girlfriend can take care of the situation, figure out some way to, shall we say, release the pressure."
"I wish! If I had a girlfriend, this wouldn't be so bad."
Did he really say that? Oh shit!
"No girlfriend, Joey? That's too bad. So it wasn't a late night with a hot date then that kept you up. Joey, you know you really shouldn't take early morning classes if you can't get out of bed in the morning, and especially if you're going to be horny first thing in the morning. Could cause problems."
Joey couldn't believe what she had just said, and she was crossing her legs again. Her skirt had hiked up and her thigh was exposed. Oh god! What creamy skin she had!
