ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3

... To make matters worse, the girl’s father was a cop, and if things needed to be even shittier, it was the cop who had usually been pretty nice when the party's had gotten too bad. Detective Vega had shown up, ready for war, and his bl**d was boiling, so Mercer did the only thing he could think of- tell the cop everything he knew and let Hunter be his problem. He had met with Hunter twice over the week to talk to him about this issue, but he was d***k during one, and the other he laughed all the way during. He was loud, annoying, and disrespectful, and that was no good for the image. Sadly, with Hunter's dad, Jacob Alexander being a booster and a big donor to the frat, there was no way he could kick the guy out. Plus, Hunter knew way too much about things, and could make a whole lot of waves if he, and Mercer knew he would, turned on the frat and busted them for all the crap. There was only one thing left to do about Hunter, Mercer thought. The lanky senior snuck out of his office in the house and made his way to central campus and called Hunter to meet him, so that he could make an example of this insubordinate asshole. ****August 22 11:15 pm UCLA- Carroll Library 3rd Floor Sam Puckett had spent most of her study time daydreaming about Professor Adams, which was not going to help her on the upcoming quiz whatsoever. She had picked this exact study room because its window looked out over Adams' 2nd floor office, so Sam could watch him, which wasn't creepy whatsoever. If you ...

... asked her, that is. The feisty blonde had been bored out of her mind for a while only a floor below, when she realized what she could be looking at. A quick relocation and here she was, stalking a guy who was nearly twice her age, and she could not care less. Maybe it was the lack of sex, or the fact that he had so many of Freddie's qualities, but Sam was having trouble of thinking of anything other than the handsome professor. She had yet to get through a shower since she first saw him that she didn't touch herself. Much as she hated to admit it, she was completely smitten. Sam nearly jumped when the lights went off in his office and Sam watched him head out of the building, in workout clothes, which didn't help Sam's situation at all. The handsome professor sauntered out of the building and headed towards his car, but then turned and ran in the opposite direction towards the center of campus. Before she even realized she had done it, Sam jumped out of her seat and raced down the stairs outside so she could catch up with him and watch Adams some more from a distance. What she didn't realize was that this decision would be the defining moment of her semester. * * *August 23 2:53am UCLA- Pierce Hall Room 321 Beck Oliver was awoken by a very loud knock on his door. He knew who it was, and he had no intention of saying anything to her if she was going to act like a bitch, and knock like some ape. KNOCK KNOCK "Mr Oliver, this is campus police. Please open the door." "Shit!" he ...