Sex with Professor
Adele Hughes
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Copyright 2012 Adele Hughes
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Colter could not take his attention away from the clock at the end of the hall. Every second was another second closer to Colter's meeting with his professor, Dr. Johnson, and another second closer to Colter learning whether or not he would be able to graduate from college this year. Colter spent most of his time in college partying. Colter managed to eke through most of his classes, but Colter could not manage Dr. Johnson's course. It required homework, attendance, and ample studying. Everything Colter didn't do in college. "How am I supposed to party in the library?" The hallway had no response.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Maybe staring down the clock wasn't the best way to wait for Dr. Johnson. Colter turned to look through the window behind him, and saw students milling about on the campus lawn below. Seeing the students walk to and fro only made Colter feel worse. He knew graduating mattered tremendously. Colter could not afford to spend another year in college, especially when all of the temptations' for Colter's attention were still just dormitory party away.
The sun bore down on the hallway through Colter's window, highlighting Colter's features and casting an exaggerated portrait of Colter's body on the scratched, wooden hallway floor. Colter's buzzed, blonde hair was brilliant in the afternoon sun. Colter's shadow exaggerated his lean, tall frame. A diet of beer, whisky, and shitty college cafeteria food left Colter's frame modest for his tall stature, but the frequent sex with horny sorority girls left his torso and chest well-defined.
Colter was still unsure of how he would convince Dr. Johnson to look favorably on his performance in his class. Colter had sweet talked other professors into letting him pass their classes, but Colter had done his research on Dr. Johnson and heard Dr. Johnson didn't tolerate the excuses and friendly gestures other professors enjoyed. His friends' comments still rang fresh in his mind;
"Dr. Johnson is a real asshole, give up! You won't pass."
"If you don't bust your ass, man, get ready to fail."
"I tried everything to convince him to pass me. Everything."
"He wouldn't accept my late paper, even though I used the 'My laptop was stolen' story. I even filed a police report!"
"I've heard he's thrown students who piss him off through his office window."
Two voices began to echo from around the corner of the hallway. Neither carried itself well enough to be Dr. Johnson's voice. It sounded, instead, like two of Colter's other professors, Dr. Harper and Dr. Pearle.
Dr. Harper was one of the university's younger professors. Grey had not settled into Dr. Harper's thick, brown beard yet, and Dr. Harper's daily runs around campus showed through his lean, muscled frame. Colter knew Dr. Harper didn't give a fuck about his classes now that Dr. Harper had tenure, and Colter capitalized on that to breeze through Dr. Harper's class.
Dr. Pearle, on the other hand, was a wholly different beast. Her jet black hair and matching glasses fit her severe personality well. Every time Dr. Pearle spoke to Colter, she looked down on him from behind her thick spectacles. Her body was no less punishing on Colter's mind. Dr. Pearle had the curves and breasts of a real woman, not like the twiggy college girls that walked around campus looking more similar to underweight boys.