Afternoon office hours with Prof. Luck

There’s an hour before your afternoon psych class, which happens to line up perfectly with Professor Luck’s office hours this week.

However, when you get to her office, you see her standing in front of her blackboard, pondering some scribblings that could either be really, really advanced notation or really, really bad handwriting. She looks totally absorbed in thought, running a hand through her short brunette locks as she stares at the board. For some reason, you’ve never really imagined her struggling with math before, but of course she does—she’s a professor that has to do her own research. She must spend more time stressing over hard math problems every day than you.

The other thing that you notice is that your professor looks pretty darn cute when she’s thinking like this. The bob cut and her scrunched up facial expression make her seem much more approachable than when she’s running the classroom, friendly as she is then. The wrinkles in her shirt only adds to the effect, and there’s something about watching her **** and lost in thought that you find tremendously sexy. You could probably walk up to her, touch her, caress her… she might not even notice.

That’s when you start to wrinkle your nose, because… is that an egg sandwich sitting on her desk? Oh shit. It is. That thing looks like it’s been out for a couple hours, and judging from the smell, it definitely has been. Egg gone bad is not a pleasant smell. Just how long has she been working? You shake your head, marveling at how Professor Luck still hasn’t noticed you, when you suddenly get an idea.

It takes a couple of minutes before you return to the office. Unsurprisingly, Luck still hasn’t moved from the board, still lost in thought, muttering something under her breath.

You slowly knock on the door a couple times, only seeming to draw her attention on the fourth knock or so.

“Oh, Alex!” Professor Luck says, smiling as she sees you. “I didn’t notice you were here. Oh, is it office hours already?”

“They started a couple minutes ago,” you say, “but I didn’t want to interrupt you. You looked busy.”

“Gosh, time flies! Just got caught up with work, that’s all. Give me a second to wrap this up,” she laughs, hastily scribbling a few more words down onto her blackboard before she takes a picture of it with her phone. Then, she sets both her chalk and phone down and faces you. “Okay. What can I help you with?”

“There were some things on the current assignment that I had questions about,” you say, riffling through your bag for your math materials. “But I had something more important to address first.”

“What’s that?” she asks.

“Lunch!” you declare triumphantly, pulling out a fresh egg sandwich that you bought at the deli on campus.

Professor Luck’s eyes widen. She stares at the mess of her old egg sandwich on her desk, and then her stomach rumbles loud enough to distract anybody out in the corridor.

You stare at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

“You’re a lifesaver, Alex, thank you so much,” she says, gratefully accepting the sandwich from her hands.

She carefully wraps up her old sandwich, ducking out into the corridor to dispose of it (and to make sure that nobody heard the noise), and then she’s back in the office scarfing down the meal you’ve bought her.

“Some tough problem you must have been working on,” you comment, nodding at the board.

“I keep thinking I’m on the brink of solving it. But then the solution slides out of reach and I realise I need a bit more, and before I knew it, three hours had gone by,” your professor says, shaking her head. “But that’s enough about me. Let’s take a look at these problems you’ve been working on.”

With that, the two of you turn to the assignment. She chows down fast, making love to the sandwich in a way that inspires envy, while you show her your mostly futile attempts to solve the more difficult problems. After listening to you, she nods sagely, wiping a crumb out of the corner of her mouth, before dropping an insightful hint to help you find the solution.

Eventually, the hour draws to a close. As you start to pack your things away, Professor Luck grabs hold of your arm.

“I really wanted to thank you for getting me lunch today,” she says. “I’ve never had a student go out of their way for me like this before, and I really want to thank you. How about you come over to my house next Monday after class and I’ll repay the favor?”

You stare back at her for a second, processing what she’s said. Lunch? At her place? That’s an opportunity to kill for! But she must take your stunned silence for skepticism, because she follows up by saying: “I’m a halfway decent chef when I put some effort into it. Come now, there’s got to be something I can make for you…”

Faced with Professor Luck’s eager eyes, you mentally erase the words cream pie from your vocabulary.

“Um… I’m sure anything you cook will be great, so I’d love to taste your specialty,” you say. Then, deciding to push your luck a bit, you continue: “Maybe that’s sausage?”

The smile on Professor Luck’s face curls up into something sly.

“I know my sausage well,” she says. “Let’s see if you do, too.”

The rest of the study session goes by without a hitch, and then you head over to psychology, which too flies by. You decide to catch up on your homework and then slide into soccer practice with barely a minute to spare (Daphne throws you a sharp look—she really doesn’t like people being late), and you get so caught up in training that you don’t get the chance to chat with Mars or Val until you’re coming back out the locker room, freshly spruced up.

Mars is wearing her usual, a cute dark top that exposes a bit of midriff, while Valentine seems to have gone all out. She’s changed into a deep V-cut sleeveless dress studded with white rhinestones—the kind of thing that you’d expect to see at a club, not casualwear to change into after soccer practice. The plunging neckline exposes a sharp amount of cleavage that’s plenty distracting as you approach the girls.

“You’re insane,” Mars says to Valentine. “Today’s a Monday! How could you possibly think that going into New York’s a good idea?”

“It’s a phenomenal idea,” Val laughs, causing her bust to jiggle against her dress. She winks and flashes you a knowing smile. “New York, concrete streets where dreams are made of…”

“Wait, going to New York was the secret plan that Val was talking about yesterday?” you exclaim, staring at her in confusion. “What are you going to do there?”

“What does it look like I’m going to do?” she says.

“Um… visit the UN?” you say, trying to figure out why she’s all dressed up like this.

“She’s going clubbing, Alex,” Mars says with a roll of her eyes.

Oh. That makes much more sense.

“I knew that,” you say with a confident nod of your head, which makes both the girls snort.

“You want to join me, Alex?” Val says, extending a hand towards you. “Train leaves in half an hour. We could have a wild, wild night together…”

“And I am not joining her, because I am not insane,” Mars interjects. “It’s one thing to try to use a fake on campus, but do you even know where you’re going tonight? If I want to get drunk, I’m going to go to the Theta fundraiser tonight, and there’s no chance I’ll be denied entrance. I’ve heard rumors about this fundraiser. They say it’s going to be a wild one too.”

You look back and forth between the girls, pondering the options that they’ve presented.

“Yeah, but New York is New York,” Val laughs, waving a hand. Then, she extends it back towards you again. “So, you coming or not?”

Luck +20