In the kitchen, I noticed a note hanging on the fridge.
Girls,
Don’t forget about the fundraiser meeting for the haunted house today! I need everyone there. NO excuses! This is a big event and we need to be ready.
See everyone there!
Stacy
Fuck! I’d completely forgotten about the fundraiser meeting. What was worse was the fact that since I’d forgotten about the meeting, I also didn’t see a reason to tell Stacy about the assistant gig, so she was going to have no idea why I wasn’t there. Normally, I would have just called her, but I didn’t have time for that. I just needed to hope that she would be understanding when I was finally able to talk to her.
Stacy hated things not going her way, so I was positive she wasn’t going to like the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to make the meeting. I had a feeling that she would make me pay by assigning me one of the jobs that nobody else would want. I hoped she wouldn’t be so petty, but if she wanted to be, there wasn’t a whole lot I was going to be able to do about it.
I had hoped that I’d be able to make it to class before it started, but as luck would have it, I was assigned to a classroom all the way on the other side of campus. I could run as fast as I could, but there was no way I was going to make it in time. The best case scenario would be to quietly slip in unnoticed.
With my luck, I should have known that hoping for the best case scenario was a pipe dream. The door I tried entering was locked, meaning everyone heard me trying to fumble with the handle. By the time I made it to the other door and walked inside, every eye in the classroom was on me.
“Well hello, how nice of you to join us this morning,” the man standing in front of the class said to me.
I could feel my face getting hot and my cheeks turning red. I’ve never been the girl who liked attention and to know that the entire classroom was staring at me made me extremely antsy and uncomfortable.
Avoiding eye contact has always been my go to move when I’m embarrassed, but even with the students looking at me, I could feel the teacher staring a hole through me.
“Are you okay?” He finally asked. It felt like I’d been standing there for an hour, but I was certain it had only been a few seconds.
“Yeah, I’m fine, where do you want me?” I replied, finally looking up at home.
He looked very familiar. Where had I seen him before?
“Where do I want you? Now that definitely sounds like a loaded question. Are you one of my students?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Sydney Lynn. I’ve been assigned to be your aide,” I reached out to shake his hand.
“Ah, Sydney. How nice to meet you. My name is Mr. Jacobs. Why don’t you have a seat here down front and I’ll continue what I was doing?”
I did as he requested, thankful that he was going to be moving along with his lesson and taking the attention of of me.
Completely flustered, I settle into my seat and try to compose myself. I wished there was a box I could crawl into so I could hide until class was over. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option, so I was just going to sit quietly and wait for class to end.
Admittedly, I was only half listening while Mr. Jacobs talked to the class. Instead of paying attention to what he was saying, I was staring at him, trying to figure out where I knew him from.
He was mid-sentence when it hit me. I knew where I’d seen him before. He was the hot guy that had come out of The Dean’s office right before I went in for my meeting. He was the hot guy that didn’t even glance in my direction.
Mr. Jacobs was introducing himself to the class and I was finally able to breathe a little bit. Nobody was looking at me anymore, other than the teacher, who would glance in my way every so often.
I thought I was completely out of the woods until he announced that the topic of the class.
“This is a creative writing class,” he announced. “This may sound strange because I’m a man, but this is the beauty of the world we live in. In this class, we will be exploring female sexuality through fantasy.”
As if the words weren’t bad enough, he looked right at me with this smirk on his face while he was saying them. I could feel my skin turning a deep shade of red as I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. For a man who didn’t give me a second look in the office, he sure seemed to be paying attention to me all of a sudden.
I wanted to run and hide, but there was nowhere for me to go. Looking around, nobody was paying any attention to me, but whenever he glanced in my direction, I felt like all eyes were on me. I was sure it was an overreaction, but I wasn’t used to any attention being paid to me at all.
After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally over. I had made it through the first day and hoped that it would only get easier from there. I grabbed my things, hoping to sneak out with the rest of the class.
“Sydney?” Mr. Jacobs called out right before I made it to the door.
“Yes?” I replied, turning around slowly, dying a little inside as I wondered what was going to happen next.
“Could you stick around for a few minutes please?”
DYLAN
I had promised The Dean that I was going to be on my best behavior, and although I fully intended to keep that promise, it was kind of hard to ignore fate putting this girl right into my lap.
The truth of the matter was, even though I went out of my way to not pay her any attention, I hadn’t been able to get Sydney off my mind since I saw her sitting in the office.
It was kind of odd for me to be thinking about one woman, especially one that I didn’t know anything about. To be honest, I’ve always been a bit of a womanizer. I typically only thought about a woman just long enough to get what I wanted and get her out of my place. After that, it was always on to the next. For some reason, Sydney was occupying space in my head and she was living completely rent-free.
Before I even knew her name, I had imagined how great she would look lying underneath me. Hell, I imagined doing all kinds of things to her. Even though I’d only seen her for a matter of seconds, she had become the source of so many fantasies.
That morning, when I received the email from The Dean’s secretary, letting me know that my aide would be meeting me that day, she ended the letter with a message. It said that I should use my aide to my full advantage.
Now that I knew who my aide was, I wanted to use her to my full advantage and more. I wanted to use her as my personal sex doll. I wanted to push everything off my desk, throw her on top of it, lift her skirt, pull her panties to the side, and shove my tongue into her pussy until she came all over my face. I wanted to turn her over, put her on all fours, and pound her pussy while leaving bright red handprints on her pale asscheeks. I wanted to fill her tight hole right before she slid her panties back on just so I could know I was leaking out of her all day.
I wanted to do all of these things, but I couldn’t. I promised The Dean that I’d be on my best behavior and getting involved with a student, even a student in her early 20’s, would be frowned upon. I couldn’t touch her in the ways I wanted to, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still have a little bit of fun with her.
One of the things that turned me on the most about her was how sweet and innocent she looked. Now most college girls who look like that are usually proven to be the exact opposite, but I had a feeling that wasn’t the case with Sydney. I watched her when I announced the topic of the class for the semester and I’m not sure I’d ever seen anyone so red and uncomfortable as she was.
But why was she so embarrassed by the thought of expressing her sexuality through fantasy? I was going to find out. I might not have been able to make her scream in ecstasy, but there was nothing stopping me from asking her questions.
“So have you been an aide before?” I asked, figuring it was better to start with an innocent question before getting into the things I really wanted to know about.
“No, this is my first time. I’m actually a credit short of graduating, so The
Dean said I could do this to make up for it.”
“How come you didn’t just take another class?”
“I would have, but the creative writing classes were full, so this was my only option.”
“I see. So you like creative writing?”
“I love it. I write pretty much every chance I get.”
“That’s wonderful. What kinds of things do you write?”
“Whatever crosses my mind. I carry a journal or notebook with me at all times. That way I can write wherever inspiration strikes me.”
“I’m impressed. Most people would only put in the work necessary to pass a class and you’re writing for fun. That’s great! I’d love to see your journal sometime. Maybe I could critique your writing.”
“Yeah, umm,” she stammered, her voice cracking and her face reddening.
There was obviously something in that journal that she didn’t want anyone else to see. I was dying to know what it was.
“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to hide the grin that was attempting to spread across my lips. “Don’t get all shy on me now.”
“I’m not getting shy, it’s just that I’ve always considered my journal to be very private. It’s fiction, but most of it is still based on real events. It’s a combination of a fiction journal and a real-life diary. I don’t think I’d be comfortable with anyone reading it.”
“I understand, and that’s okay,” I lied, really wanting to know what could be on those pages. “I just get the feeling that you’re very talented, but if you don’t want to share, I’m not going to try to make you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that,” she replied timidly.
“It’s no problem. So tell me, what do you think about the topic of the class?”
“I think it’s interesting. There aren’t a lot of classes that touch on sexuality, especially writing classes. Most people don’t realize just how important sexuality and fantasies are in a lot of writing, so I’m glad it’s being taught.”
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” I came right out and asked after seeing that she was once again turning beet red.
“Yes, I mean, no. I’m sorry, I just get really embarrassed talking about sex stuff.”
“Why is that? Sex is a completely natural thing.”
“I know it is. Sex isn’t bad and it isn’t necessarily the sex that embarrasses me. I just don’t, umm, I don’t really have a lot of experience when it comes to that, so when someone talks about it, I clam up so I don’t have to be part of the conversation.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No, no, I’m not a virgin. I just don’t have a lot of experience. I’ve only been with one guy. He was a long-term boyfriend. Do we really need to talk about this?”
“Oh, no, I’m sorry. With the theme of the class, I was just trying to get a feel for you. I don’t mean to weird you out or anything.”
“I’m not weirded out. Just timid. Ignore me.”
There was no way I was going to ignore this girl. I was going to bring her out of her shell if it was the last thing I did.
“All right, I’m going to let you off the hook, but I’m going to give you an assignment. I feel like you could benefit from exploring your sexual fantasies, so I’m going to give you a list of questions and I want you to answer them honestly and use them to write a paper on your deepest, darkest fantasies.”
“Is anyone going to see these answers?” She asked, terrified that she may have to present it to the class or something.
“No, nobody other you and me will see your answers and your completed paper. And although you have limited experience, I have quite a bit, so if you have any questions as you go along, don’t be afraid to reach out. I’m here to teach.”
Secretly, I hoped that she had plenty of things she wanted to learn.
SYDNEY
Running across campus as fast as my legs would take me, I was determined to make it to the sorority house before everyone left. Maybe I would be able to make the end of the meeting and not have to worry about being in too much trouble with Stacy.
As I ran, my mind kept replaying everything that had happened in class. I will be the first to admit that I’m pretty naive when it comes to me, but I definitely felt like Mr. Jacobs was coming on to me. There was no way a man as attractive as him could have any interest in a girl like me, was there?
I had to force myself to push the thoughts out of my head. I had a horrible habit of overthinking things and making them a far bigger deal in my mind than they actually were in real life. He most likely gave me the assignment to gauge how I would be as an aide and not for any other reasons.
Immediately after walking into the house, I ran right into Stacy. Apparently I had just missed the end of the meeting and she wasn’t happy about it all.
“How nice of you to show up, Sydney,” Stacy said as she rolled her eyes.
“Why does everyone keep saying that to me today?” I asked, remember what Mr. Jacobs said when I walked into the classroom.
“What? You know what? I don’t even want to know. What I want to know is if you understand what mandatory means? This meeting was no optional and I scheduled it at a time when I knew nobody had class. You better have a good excuse for not being there today.”
“I’m really sorry I missed the meeting. I found out that I was missing a credit that I need to graduate on time and The Dean told me that the only way I could make it up was if I became an aide for a new teacher. I started this morning.”
“And you didn’t feel the need to tell anyone? All it would have taken was a quick phone call. That really just would have been common courtesy. We started the meeting almost twenty minutes late because we were waiting for you. Not one of the girls knew why you weren’t there.”
“I know, and that was wrong of me. The truth is, with all of this stuff happening so fast, I completely forgot about the meeting until I saw the note this morning. I was already running very late and by the time I saw it, I didn’t have a chance to get ahold of anyone. I got here as soon as I could.”
“All right, I think we can let it slide this time, but in the future, we are going to need better communication is these kinds of situations.”
“I promise,” I told her, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Are you ill?” She asked, seemingly out of the blue.
“Ill? Me? No, I’m not ill. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you’re all flush and you’re stammering all over your words. This isn’t like you at all.”
“I know, its just this class, this teacher, he has me all flustered.”
“All right, spill it. I need to know all about it.”
“Where do I even start? This teacher, he isn’t even a professor. He’s just someone brought in to teach this class temporarily. He’s never taught before, which was why I was assigned to be his aide, but I don’t have a clue what I’m doing either.”
“Okay, you need to relax a bit. You’re incredibly smart and could probably teach a class on your own. I’m sure that’s why you were assigned to be this guy’s aide.”
“It’s not just that, it’s the subject matter of the class. It’s all about using creating writing to discover our fantasies.”
“Fantasies? Like sexual fantasies?”
“Yes,” I said, burying my head in my hands.
“Wait a minute, I think I know what’s going on here.”
“What do you mean? There’s nothing going on.”
“Uh-huh, I think you forget how observant I am. What does this teacher look like anyway?”
How did she always do that? How could she read me like I was a book sitting open on a coffee table? I did my best to hide my face, but she wouldn’t let me.
“He’s…well, he’s cute. He’s really, really hot actually.”
Stacy starting laughing. She wasn’t laughing at me, but more of a teasing sort of laugh. She knew how inexperienced I was and was using that against me to her full advantage.
“So you’ve got t
he hots for teacher. You know, I watched a porn about that once. If the situation is as hot in real life as it was in that movie, I think you could have a great time!”
“Shut up!” I said, lightly pushing her away. “It’s not like that at all. Besides, I’m just his aide. I doubt he would even notice me if it wasn’t for that.”
“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, babe,” she told me. “You’ve got that cute, innocent thing going for you. Believe me, guys find that sexier than anything.”
“I guess. So anyway, what did I miss at the meeting?” I asked, desperate to change the subject.
“Oh, I handed out the costumes and assigned the jobs. I was going to give you the Sleeping Beauty costume, but in light of this new information, I’ve got a better idea!’
Stacy had a big smile on her face as she ran into her room. I heard her rummaging around her closet before reappearing, holding a costume on a hanger.
“What is this?”
“This is what I like to call the nasty nerd. It’ll be perfect for you, especially with your innocent look. It’s even better now that we know you’re the teacher’s pet.”
“I am not the teacher’s pet,” I said as I rolled my eyes, even though I really wanted to be.
“Yeah, whatever you say. Just wear it. You’re going to look hot!”
* * *
After dropping the costume off in my room, I took off to the library to begin working on the assignment that Mr. Jacobs had given to me. I decided on the library because I had this little spot I liked to sit in that was always far away from everyone else. I had no clue why the little nook was always empty, but I loved it.
Once I was settled in, I grabbed my laptop and opened my email to find the assignment questions. Inside the email, he had written that the answers to the questions were for my eyes only, but by answering them honestly, they would help me get in touch with my sexuality and be able to write the paper far easier.
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