Not as expected

Margaret went into her office. She had fifteen minutes until class. She opened her purse to retrieve a flash drive. To her surprise and disgust, she saw a box of ribbed condoms in her purse.

"Seriously, Natalie?!" she snapped, "Ugh!"

She took out the flash drive and snapped her purse shut. She stared at her purse and thought about the condoms. She had a quick flash of one of the condoms on a large penis. She lightly shook her head and took a deep breath.

She went to her classroom and set up her presentation on the classroom computer. She thought again about the box of condoms. She was not on birth control as she had let her prescription lapse as she had not had sex for some time and was not into one-night stands our hook-ups.

Margaret taught class as best she could. It was a class on women's suffrage in Europe, and the class sat quietly and politely, not asking too many questions. When a photo of women in Victorian garb came up, Margaret wondered if men thought she was as prudish as the women in the photos looked, even though she knew nothing about the women's sex lives.

She ended class early as she kept getting distracted when she made eye contact with the few boys in the class and kept thinking about the box of condoms and of sex.

Margaret went to her office. She had two hours before her next class, and it was office hours. There was a knock on her door. She went and opened the door. There stood a young man, Jackson Pulliam, a student in one of her classes. He was about 5'10, 170 lbs with thick dark blonde hair, green eyes, and a few freckles. He was not a stud, but better looking than average. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt with the college mascot on it.

"Professor Snead, can I ask you a question?"

"Um, sure come on in," Margaret said as she opened the door wide enough to let Jackson in. She shut the door and before she knew it, she locked it, blocking the view of her actions with her body. No! she thought. What are you thinking?!

Margaret, without looking at Jackson went to her desk and took a seat. She looked up, straight at Jackson's crotch then raised her eyes to his. He smiled politely, "I wanted to ask you about how much control women had over birth control in the 19th century. I mean, I'm doing a paper on the history of birth control for a history class, and I um, well was inspired by your you know lectures."

"Oh, that's nice," said Margaret. She felt warm. She picked up her thermal cup and took a sip of the coffee Natalie had made for her. It was still warm, and she took a large gulp. She looked at her purse and thought of the condoms. She felt her heart racing and beating against her chest. She took a deep breath and gripped the arms of her chair.

"Professor Snead, are you OK?"

"I just need... I mean, um... I, uh...." Margaret stammered like a tongue-tied school girl.