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

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3

... with Dr Dorian Drago, apparently known as the "Dragon." Only one of the 38 reviews featured someone that made an A, and nearly all commented on his difficulty, quick temper, and the fact that he could destroy a GPA easily. Freddie knew he would have to stay on this guy's good side, even if that meant distancing himself from the others if they became a problem. This cold response to how to solve the problem made him uneasy. Emotionally, he wasn't a robot by any means, but sometimes, he wondered if the way he felt, or didn't feel, made a lot of sense. * * *August 19 02:02pm UCLA- Elkins Hall Room 232 Sam Puckett had just fallen in love with someone at least 15 years older than her. Well, the feeling was closer to lust as she watched the incredibly hunky professor walk in the door, a golf club in his muscular arms tightly held by a long sleeve green shirt which was covered by a tie and khaki pants. His auburn hair caught the light just enough to show the red tint, and he was very cleanly shaven. Dr Adams was a whole new breed of man for Sam and she felt a crush brewing, but immediately felt embarrassed of the feeling as she glanced over to see Tori and Robbie sitting a few seats diagonal from her. Compared to the Indian guy, she never got his name, who could barely speak English who taught Intro to Math, and the corny Mr Bruner for her Communication class, there was no contest for what her favourite class was going to be this semester. Adams laid his bag on his desk and ...

... quickly went to shut the doors to the room, looking each student up and down. "It is now five minutes after 2. If you are going to arrive after this time, you might as well not come at all, as I will not let you in. I don't care if you caught a flat tire, or overslept, or had a dentist appointment- you should get the notes from a classmate because I am not your secretary, so don't ask what you missed." So much for easy, Sam said to herself as she watched her professor walk up and down the front of the room, as if he was sizing each and every person up. Sam tried to give off the best version of herself as she could when his eyes met hers. "Some of you might know why I have a golf club… but for those who are wondering, I am the coach of the university's golf team, and I some-times practice my swing as I lecture. Or," he said, slowly approaching a desk where a sl*eping football player slept, slowly sliding the head of the club over the sl*eping guy's cheek, before slamming it down on the desk, bringing the student to life, "I can always use it as an alarm clock." "Sorry, sir," the student said, looking really embarrassed, but there was a look that Sam could see on Tori's face as she looked at this guy which was a mix of fear and disgust. "Don't let it happen Mister…" "Alexander… Hunter Alexander." "What do you know, Mr. Alesssssander… you are the first name on my list," Adams said looking over the roll before calling out the names of everyone else in the class. Then he reached Sam's ...