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

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3

... name. "Samantha Puckett" "Here… and it's Sam." "Sam Puckett?" he said, a quizzical look lining his face. "That's a very unfortunate name… Try and get married fast so you can drop that." He finished the roll, and began pacing around the class, swinging the club like a cane, until he finally settled on sitting on the front most desk. "So this is American Literature. This class will require a lot of reading, and you will be tested and quizzed over what you read so do not fall behind on your reading. We're going to cover pretty much all the major pieces from the late 1700's to the 1980's. That gives us room for all the fun ones like Twain, Poe, Fitzgerald, Faulkner, and Hemingway." Sam had no idea who any of those people were off the top of her head, but if learning about them meant she could stare at this dreamy professor as he talked, she could live with that. "There will be papers," he said, earning a few groans from around the room. "Oh grow the fuck up… this is college," he laughed as he looked over his intro notes for the class. "There will be three papers for the course, none of which will be very hard if you read and pay attention. I strongly suggest you have a buddy or two before you leave this class so that you can keep up with assignments. Next time we meet, we will start with the ever popular Washington Irving, so read Rip Van Winkle before Wednesday's class." Sam was barely paying attention at this point, and was fantasizing more about what was underneath the well ...

... groomed professor's clothes. And it took Tori touching her shoulder to snap her out of the daydream, making Sam aware that the room was now completely empty of all but the two girls and Robbie. She quickly gathered her stuff and started to rush off, but after realizing they were all going to the same class now, she took her time. "Sooo…" Sam said, looking over at Tori, seeing that the girl was still looking pretty rough, "Who was the sl*eping guy that you were staring daggers at?" Tori started to answer, but instead, ducked into a nearby restroom for an escape before Sam asked anymore questions. * * *August 22 06:30pm Vega Residence Det. Vega could not be happier to be home. Thanks to someone's negligence in the department, he was f*rced to work an extra hour, putting him home way later than he wanted. And since his wife had a spin class on Thursday nights, there was no prepped dinner for him. He'd never admit it, but he really missed his daughters on days like this, where he just felt exhausted. Tori called regularly, but he could tell she was struggling at UCLA, and Trina was taking classes from early in the morning to late at night, leaving Mr Vega alone in the house. The worn out officer made himself a turkey sandwich with extra mayo, damn his cholesterol, he thought as he scanned the kitchen counter. After several minutes, he finally found the mail pile. Bills, of course, he thought, cycling through the stack. Ads galore of course, but after digging and digging, he finally ...