The Boy Who Never Learns

Part 1: Intro

The bell rings loudly inside the north clock tower as I casually walk into class with all the confidence in the world. My hair is straight and slicked back like I've run my hands through it one to many times. I decided to go with red sunglasses to match the red lace bodysuit that shows quite a bit of my body. Along with red cargo joggers, a red belt that was so long one end swung down past my calf, and a red pair of platform chunky boots to top it all off. My nipples stiffen at the rush of cold air as I go to take my seat. Everybody turns to look at me like I knew they would but I pretend not to see them, one boy even dropped his textbook when he saw me, I smirked at that.

And then the professor walked in. He was very handsome, so handsome that he made my panties wet just by looking at him.

"Good Morning class," he said in a deep husky voice that just about sent me over the edge. He set his bags down and pulled out a sheet of paper and began to take attendance. When Mr. Handsome got to my name and I raised my hand to let him know I was here, he looked as if I'd stolen his car. He made eye contact with me and though it was a very brief passing look his eyes traveled down to my nipples.

After about an hour of lecture, during which Mr. Handsome made several sweeping glances at me, class was dismissed. Everyone leaped up and practically ran for the door. But not me. Oh no, the professor and I had some business to discuss.

I walked over to the large desk in front, behind which he was erasing the days notes off of the whiteboard.

"Professor," I said in my flirty voice.

He turned around to look at me as I continued to walk around the desk to stand next to him, his back facing the door.

"Yes?" he said stiffly.

I smiled, "I have something for you."

I held up a piece of paper and I casually slipped it into his right front pocket. I didn't break eye contact with him and he didn't stop me so I decided to take it a step further.

After I withdrew my hand from his pocket I let my hand slide against the now bulging section of his pants and whispered in his ear, "Check the note, it might be able to help with this."

I left him standing there hard and in need, but I knew he would find everything he needed written on the note which read, "You couldn't keep your eyes off me. But I wonder if you would have the same self restraint if I were naked. Let's find out Sir," and underneath that was my phone number.