Getting to class

I got onto my bike and headed towards my class. Along the way, I had a few guys say hello to me so I greeted them but still rushed past them. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the building. I locked up my bike and walked inside. I walked up the stairs (not noticing the stares) and made my way to my class. I opened the door and saw Professor killinger writing on the board. A few people turned and stared at me. Feeling embarrassed for being late, I put my head down and quietly shuffled to a seat.

Professor K turned around and saw me.

“Well well, I’m glad you showed up Mr Grant. The others have turned in their assignment from last week so may I have yours?”

Professor Killinger was a strict man. He had previously been in the military and I guess his training or whatever had stuck with him. He was always a bit more strict with me than anyone else though. I’m not sure why.

Professor K was around 5’11 and had an extremely large build. His dress shirt buttons were basically bursting off and his sleeves looked as if they could rip at any moment. He had a rugged look with a scruffy beard and he simply had a stare that looked into your soul. His hands were huge. A single one would be enough to wrap around my neck. I bet he’s strong enough to manhandle me easily. I’ve heard somewhere that big hands correlate to a big dick.

“I wonder if it’s as big as the one I saw in the porno I watched earlier” I thought to myself. That wasn’t a gay thought right? After all, I’m simply analyzing his hands. The correlation might be wrong so it’s science!

“Y-yes professor, I have it right here” i stammered out pathetically. I got my sheet and gave it to him without looking him in the eye.

“Good to see. I’ll be looking forward to seeing what you wrote this time” he said in his deep husky voice.

Class went on and I took notes accordingly until someone moved next to me.

I turned to see who it was and a blonde haired bombshell was staring back at me. It was Bethany!

“Uh h-hey there Bethany” I muttered, “what- uh. What’s up? Can i help you?”

She sighed and looked at me with an unreadable face.

“You’re Devin’s flatmate, right? She asked

“Yeahh? Why do you ask?”

“Well yesterday, me and him got close and he stayed the night. But when I woke up, he wasn’t there. I kinda liked him but I wont stand for it if he only used me for my body. Can you tell him to come see me?”

I was a little taken aback. She could have just asked me to tell him to call her but she gave me a full rundown.

“Uh yeah no problem. I will totally, give him your message. Don’t worry”

I thought this was a chance to get closer to her and took it without a thought.

“Alright thanks Terry.” And she walked away