Page 7 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
Tony
Today is my first day of teaching at Sunnyvale College. I glance around at the lecture hall, remembering the days I was a student in this very same classroom. There aren’t that many students because it’s summer. I can see they’re all excited to be here, at least I hope so. Students who take this class are mostly history majors.
A few students are sitting in the back. Since the room is large, I tell them to move forward. Most of them follow my advice, except one person. I look at her, and my blood rushes south right away. It’s Anna. What the hell is she doing here? I didn’t expect her to be in my class. She lifts her hand and waves at me. I resist the urge to wave back, not wanting to draw any attention from other students.
Anna’s presence distracts the hell out of me. The confidence and calm I’ve gained after a decade’s teaching practice leave me, and I falter from time to time. I’ve taught this class at least a hundred times, but I can’t even remember what to say. Damn. All I remember is the moment she touched herself by my pool.
My eyes keep darting in her direction, although I try not to. Even when I don’t look at her, I feel her eyes on me all the time. At least that’s the case for the first half of the class. After that, she gets distracted by something on her desk. I don’t have to check to know she’s looking at her cell phone. She glances between me and the phone, and that drives me nuts. I hate it when students aren’t paying full attention. It isn’t hard for me to tell whatever is on her phone is more interesting than what’s projected on the board. I have a feeling that it’s the same thing she was looking at the other day when she masturbated. Dammit.
My suspicion is confirmed when I see her hand reaching under her skirt. My boner jolts so violently, I have to go behind the podium to hide the bulge.
Little minx. I thought her cute dong it on my chaise, but doing it in my classroom is not tolerable. I don’t hesitate to give her a warning by asking her a question. Needless to say, she can’t answer my question, proving that I’m right about her not paying attention. Again. Why is she here if she isn’t interested in what I’m teaching?
After students leave the class, I summon Anna to the front.
“Why are you here, Anna? Do you want to take the class?”
“I…err, not really. I’m here to audit it.”
“Why? I thought you weren’t interested.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “The truth is…I err, became interested in it after we spoke.”
I’m not convinced because she’s blushing. “Why did you change your mind?”
She stutters. “I err…read your paper and liked it. So, I thought I would check out your class.”
This is not the first time students telling me they read my paper, but hearing from Anna is pleasing. “Very well,” I say. “I would like to have you in my class, Anna. I can add you if you want.”
She hesitates. “I…don’t know. Maybe I’ll just keep auditing.”
“Why?” I taunt her. “Are you afraid you won’t be able to pass it? I thought you were an A student. Your dad told me that.”
She glares at me—obviously, my attempt is taking effect. “Oh, I have no problem passing the class. It’s just that I have another class, and I need to find a part-time job over the summer.”
“You have a part-time job,” I say. “You’re my housekeeper.”
“B-but it isn’t enough.”
“You can come to help me once a week, or even twice a week. You can also clean my pool.” I don’t know why I’m so eager to have her in my class.
Her mouth opens in surprise. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nod. “And just so you know. I’ve just found out that this class can fulfill your GE requirement in humanities.”
“Really?” she smiles. “I guess I have nothing to lose, then.”
She pulls out her cellphone and register for the class right away, using the add code I provide her. “All done,” she says. “I’m your student now, Professor Ryder.”
Damn. That sassy look. I tease her with a smirk. “Very well,” I say. “Now, let’s talk about what you need to do to pass it. Here is a copy of the syllabus.”
“Thanks,” she says. “I’ll read it as soon as I get a chance.”
“Very well. But one thing not being stated here, which is obvious, is paying attention to the lecture.”
She lets out a nervous laugh, understanding what I’m alluding to. “I’m sorry! My attention lapsed for just a second.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Not just a second. You were checking your cellphone for alongtime. Anna.”
