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Iris made up her mind that she would visit Professor Stafford as soon as her other classes were finished. She knew it would be what he wanted, since he always put the education of others above everything else. The classes passed by slowly, with Iris tapping her foot impatiently through calculus, the last class of her day. As soon as the bell rang, Iris sped out of the room, hopped in her car, and drove to the hospital.

The receptionist was filing her nails when Iris arrived, and seemed mildly annoyed at her presence. "I'm here to see Professor Stafford. I'm his student and assistant, and I'm very worried about him. My name is Iris Greene." she explained to the woman quickly.

The receptionist nodded. "Third floor, take a left, it's the fifth room down, number 307." She didn't even look up from her nails when repeating the information, and before she could say anything else, Iris was gone.

Iris quickly located the room the Professor was being kept in, and knocked softly on the door. She could hear a soft voice tell her to enter, and she slowly opened the door.

"Professor Stafford?" she called out nervously. She had been planning to visit him, but now that she was there, she didn't quite know what to say.

The Professor was lying in a hospital bed in a gown. From his eyebrows up he was bandaged, and his left arm was in a sling, but he smiled brightly when he saw who came to visit him. "Iris! I knew I would be seeing you, although you needn't have come, I'm sure you have better things to do than waste your time at a hospital with an old man." He chuckled a little, before breaking out into a cough. He motioned with his good arm for her to come closer and sit in a chair beside his bed, and Iris obeyed.

"Oh no, sir. You're my favorite teacher, it would've killed me to not know what happened to you!" Iris exclaimed. "And for the record, I don't think of you as an old man, you're... you're much too... good looking for that label." She turned beet red as she mumbled the last part, and looked at the floor.

Professor Stafford reached out and slowly took Iris's hand in his. He was shaking a little, but found it easy enough to ignore. What he had to say to Iris was far more important than a little physical discomfort. "Iris, I have been hoping to hear you say something like that from the moment you entered my classroom and mentioned having already read the entire first chapter of your workbook. You're a smart, beautiful woman, and though I know it is against the rules, I would be honored if I could know that you feel the same way about me as I feel about you. I've only felt love this deeply once before, and I'm not getting any younger, so I might as well tell you know that I love you so very much, Iris."

Iris looked up at her Professor, tears leaking from her eyes as she smiled. "I do, I feel exactly the same way, Professor. You're the most handsome man I've ever met, and I would do anything for you."

Stafford smiled halfheartedly at her. "You can start by calling me Oliver. It seems odd to hear the girl you love call you only by your title. Now, is there anything I can do for you, my sweet?"

Iris nodded, trying not to seem too enthused. "May I have a kiss? I've never been kissed before, and I would love to know what it's like, and what better a person to teach me than you?"

Without saying anything, Oliver motioned for her to lean close to the bed. When Iris was close enough, he used his good arm to wrap itself around her shoulder and pull her in tightly for a kiss. They chastely kissed only on the lips at first, but it wasn't long before his tongue started probing around the inside of her mouth. He loosened his grip on her shoulder, confidant that she would not move away from him.

When they needed to part to breathe, Iris's eyelids were fluttering, and her heart was racing. "That was wonderful, Oliver! Maybe when you're feeling better, you can teach me some more things?" She raised her pitch slightly at the end of her sentence, hoping he would get what she was asking about.

Oliver grinned, showing off his beautifully straight teeth. "I would say, 'why wait?', but I imagine a hospital would be a rather grim place for you to lose your virginity. That is, if you are still a virgin."

Iris nodded quickly, and Oliver closed his eyes. "Then I've decided, dear Iris. We shall rendezvous three days after I am out of the hospital, unless something comes up for you, at my place of residence. When I return to class, I will pass you a note before the other students file in, with my address on it. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, that sounds perfect! I would like that very much!"

"Then it's a date. Now, I must get some bed rest, or I shan't heal as fast as I should. You've turned this day from a terrible one to one of the best days of my life in only a matter of minutes, and I look forward to seeing you at my home."

"Thank you, Oliver. I look forward to it too. I'll let you get some sleep now." Iris silently snuck out of the room, whispering a "Good bye, sir." to her professor, before quietly closing the door behind her.