Academic Desire
Has a professor ever caught your eye? A steamy new lesson needs to be learned. Does age matter when you're hot for teacher?
Todd Lambert is in his third year, working toward a Sociology degree. A new professor is taking over their Sociology of Sexuality course. Despite being some thirty-five years his senior, the hot, easy-going professor catches Todd's eye. Todd thinks it might be reciprocal.
Under the guise of needing extra help from the professor, Todd makes an appointment to meet him in his office. He can't stop the lustful looks he keeps shooting the professor's way.
Surprising him, Walter Ward, his professor, picks up on his signals and approaches him during their meeting. Todd isn't looking for any special favors. Just the professor's attention.
The professor ends up giving him more than Todd expected. The age difference between them never even came into play. Walter is as virile as he is commanding.
The lessons learned that afternoon will stick with Todd for a long time to come.
I flipped open my notebook and stared at the blank page. I had left my laptop at home quite by accident, and now I was paying the price. I'd had to make a dash to the student union bookstore to grab a notebook and a pen. I felt like ancient man as I scribbled the date at the top of the page.
I was third year, working toward my sociology degree, but this class, Sociology of Sexualities, was kicking my ass. Which is funny considering how damned gay I am.
I tapped my pen on the notebook.
I'm not overtly gay, in my opinion, but my friends tell me I can be clocked at forty paces. Which is ludicrous. Todd Lambert is nothing if not discreet. I grinned and smoothed away the creases of my pink button-down shirt and looked down, admiring my sparkly purple KEDS.
Okay. Perhaps they were right.
I leaned back and crossed my arms. The professor was late this morning. I checked my phone. It was already quarter past nine. I set my phone on the slim desk portion of my chair and pulled up the audio recording app. I would need it to record the lecture in case my notes turned out to be crap. I had some work to do tonight. I preferred to have today's notes on my laptop, along with the rest. It would make life easier when it came to studying for exams.
The door at the base of the lecture hall creaked open.
The teacher's assistant wandered in, flipping through notes as he approached the podium. He opened a laptop and fiddled about until some notes popped up on the screen behind him.
Stepping around the podium, he cleared his throat, and the room fell silent.
"Many of you may have heard already, but Professor Simms is no longer with us. He suffered a massive heart attack over the weekend and will not be coming back to lecture anytime soon."
A student rose to her feet. "Is he going to be all right?"
The TA nodded. "They're expecting a full recovery."
"Thank God." The student sank back into her seat. As she did so, the door to the lecture hall opened, and in strode a very interesting character. The word hippy immediately popped to mind. Long, flowing hair; grey at the temples. Neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache and beard. Black jeans, black t-shirt, and navy-blue suit jacket. Beaded necklaces and sandals.
And fit—so deliciously fit.
Fucking hot.
I sat up straight in my seat. Now, I don't have a type per se, but I find there's something about a hot, gorgeous older man that sets my body tingling.
And this guy was definitely doing that.
"I'm Professor Ward, but you can call me Walter." Walter looked out at the faces staring back at him, then turned his attention to the laptop. The notes on the screen flitted about until he landed on what he was looking for. "I'm going to try to pick up where Professor Simms left off, but please let me know if I start in on any material you've covered already. I don't like to be a bore."
I pursed my lips.
Oh, you could bore me to tears anytime.
As long as your hands are on me at the time.
I shifted in my seat; my cock woke and took notice of the handsome face, making eye contact with each one of us. When his eyes fell on me, I couldn't help but blush.
His eyes were an incredible pale blue—and so expressive. They crinkled at the corners as he looked me over.
The seductive smile I gave Walter must have amused him because he laughed softly to himself, then moved on to the next student.
I tucked the end of the pen between my teeth.
I am such a tease.
Walter began to speak about the first screen, so I pressed record on my audio app and started making notes on research methods used in the study of sexualities … while attempting to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. Boring—so, so boring. At least his voice was interesting. Soft and mellow, like warm sun on your face through the window of a winter day.
I could cuddle up to that.
"Remember, the assignment is due on Thursday. That means it must be emailed to me by 11:59 pm. Not a moment later." Walter tucked some papers into his carrier bag and flipped the flap closed, then began fussing with the laptop. Waiting for Walter to finish packing up, I made my way down the stairs to the front of the lecture hall and leaned against the podium.
Walter looked over at him. "Is there something I can help you with?"
