I woke up early around 5 am. It was cold in my dorm and since my roommate was out I was sitting in my underwear on my bed staring at the ceiling. My first class was at 10:45 in Height Hall in the math college. My ramen noodles from last night were still on my night stand so I promptly threw my dinner into the garbage and looked in the mirror. Not to brag but I was proud of my physique. I was 5'6" muscular and lean—more like an athlete than a body builder. Admittedly, I was attractive. I took a shower in the communal bathroom that I shared with the rest of the floor and dressed myself in a blue v-neck that hugged my muscles nicely and a pair of light blue jeans with ragged edges and rips that screamed casual but classy. After approving of my fit for the day I clipped on my engineering security badge to get into the math college that read: "Nicolás Sebastían Alvez, Sophomore, Frederick Math College." I combed my hand through my rough Brazilian hair and threw my satchel across my body to head towards the student lounge for a few hours until class started.

x

The student lounge was quiet for a Tuesday morning. The coffee ladies were half asleep and the only sounds were that of faint typing on keyboards and the cleaning staff in the bathrooms. I was startled when a girl sat at the table I was reading at and shook my hand firmly. "Hi my name's Sofie and I thought you were kinda cute across the way with my friends-" She motioned to a group of girls pretending not to to watch my every move across the food court. "And gosh I never do this..but um would you go out with me? This Saturday? The movies maybe? Or brunch?" I was stunned. She was cute...very cute. All I could manage to say is protest was "Uh..uh..um" She must have taken my stalling as acceptance because looked ecstatic. "Great, so Saturday? I'll meet you at the Riley." I tried to decline but she was gone before I could ask what class she was in. I guess I had a date on Saturday. I laughed softly and walked to class as I realized it was now 10:20 am and I still had to make it half way across campus.

X

After I checked my schedule for the thousandth time making sure I was reading it right, I was excited to see I had Professor Reynolds for Advanced Calculus. He was my all time favorite teacher. He brought donuts for his morning students and always had corny math jokes and really helped listen. That's why I signed up for him to be my mentor this semester to manage college stress and grades. You can imagine my surprise when I walked into E134 to see Mr Reynolds was nowhere to be found, but a very hot silver-haired man stood at the front of the large auditorium style classroom. I figured I must be lost, when his bellowing voice said "Mr. Alvez take a seat." Seeing my questioning confused look, he motioned with his eyes to the seat beside me. His stern face made me heed his directions. He began the lecture. I wondered what class I was in and how this mofo knew my name. "As some of you may have noticed, I am not the all beloved Mr. Reynolds. My name is Professor Clark and I will be teaching Advanced Calculus due to the unfortunate and sudden passing of Professor Reynolds. My condolences." He kept talking but my heart stopped. My head spun at this news. "If any of you would like to speak with Student Counseling Services in the Student Success Center. Their contact information is in the bu—" Professor Clark continued, but my mind stayed rooted to the ground." Professor Reynolds was dead? Oh...um...okay.

x

"Dude, that Clark dude was hella tough. Two papers and a test next week? Nah bro." Tommy complained as we walked out of class. "Professor Clark seems like a nice man. He may be demanding but I'm not at an Ivy League school not to be pushed." I said and Tommy just shrugged. "So I heard you asked Sofie C on a date this Saturday." Tommy ignored my rebuttal. "I didn't ask her anything. You know I'm not looking for anything. She kinda sprung it on me, man." "Well sprung or not, she's hot. Hit dat or I will bruh." Tommy laughed and I pretended to choke him before he cut off to his next class. "See you later, man." He called to me jogging behind some freshman girls.

x

The week flew by quickly and I was dreading my date with Sofie. I was, although, loving Mr Clark's class. This likely had something to do with the eyeful of Mr. Clark's ass that I enjoyed as he bent over the chalkboard. I definitely felt a twinge in my pants every morning when I had his class, especially when I heard him say "Good morning, Class." In his smooth velvety voice. He even heard about my date with Sofie and was almost protective like he was her dad or something when he said "Treat her nice and gentlemanly." Mr. Clark was even nice to me by tutoring me an extra 15 minutes after class one day.

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Sofie was a nice enough girl. When I met her Saturday afternoon, her hair and makeup were done. She had on a blue romper and sandals. I smiled and she ran and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I asked where she would like to go and insisted we puruse through the local mall. We started the day at a mall Sephora opening where I watched her swatch 15 shades of the same damn lipstick. After a quick low-fat smoothie, I watched her buy and shop for hours. "How many shoes does one girl need?" I scoffed when she was turned away at the checkout counter. She turned and waved in what I think she thought was a seductive way, but my dick was still soft and dry so I don't think so Sophie. It wasn't until 6 pm when I tried to go home. She asked me to walk her home, so I did and she invited me in and I really had to pee so I agreed until I realized the little towels and soaps said "Clark" as in Professor Clark. I freaked. "Sophie," I stormed into her room. "Is your dad Benjamin Clark? Mr. Clark? Math teacher? Are you his daughter? Because I had no idea that-" I stopped in my tracks. I finally gained composure and saw that Sofie was completely naked, mastrabating, and moaning into the touch. "Yes. Yes. Yes and yes" She said between moans. "Come join me baby" I barfed a little in my mouth said "No thanks" and ran down the hall as fast as I could. How could I get out of here? There were so many doors? I found a room with granite trims and stopped for a moment to catch my breath when I heard a "Can I help you?" Mr Clark. Shit.