A new professor

Another summer had come and gone. You had spent a lot of time with your mom, Dawn, and even Rebecca, who'd come home after getting dumped and kicked out by her girlfriend. You were getting along better now and it was truly a shame to have to go back to college. Still, it was nice out and getting another semester out of the way put you that much closer to your degree. As you arrived at the campus about half an hour of brisk cycling, you saw a few familiar faces. As you locked up your bike you were approached by one of your classmates and the closest person to a friend that you had.

"Hey, John" Skippy said. His name was Jack Skippington the Third, but everyone just called him Skippy or Skip.

"Hey Skip. You ready to get your learn on?" you asked.

"Yeah, I guess. You seen our schedule? We got a new Antropology professor, apparently" he told you.

"Again? What the hell? I liked Fenness" you said.

"Yeah, me too. But apparently he got a little too drunk and got handsy with the president's wife" Skip explained.

"For real?" you said, laughing. "I never thought he'd have it in him, that old dog."

"Me neither" Skippy said, laughing too as you went inside.

"Dude" Skippy said.

"I know" you replied.

The reason for this was the appearance of your new professor.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is doctor Sophie Wilson and I'm your new professor of Anthropology" she said. More things followed but her voice faded to the background as you took in her form. She was beautiful. A brunette with curly hair, green eyes, and a beautiful smile. When she continued with her roll call, you almost missed it.

"John Doe?" she said.

"Here" you said.

Your eyes met and for a few seconds the both of you were speechless. She recovered before you did and continued the roll call. The rest of the lecture was introductory stuff, with you spending most of your time just staring at your new professor. More than once you missed something Skip whispered to you.

"What?" you asked.

"You think you're going to stick out this course? It sounds boring." he repeated.

"Nah man, it's mandatory for me" you replied. You were glad for that, too. A whole semester of staring at this gorgeous woman.

"And lastly, every few weeks I will have a one-on-one conversation with each of you for a tutorial and progress reports" she finished.

"Wait, what?" you whispered.

Skippy, thinking you were talking to him, repeated it to you. Absent mindedly you nodded. A one-on-one with your professor every few weeks? Jack-fucking-pot!