Yung' x Trigga Imagines

Professor Neverson - T.A.N

Tremaine Aldon Neverson was his name, but Professor Neverson is how we were to address him. Most of my professors were lenient and allowed us to call them by their first names but Mr. Neverson didn't believe in leniency. He also didn't believe in low self esteem, speaking quietly, or disrespect. All of these things are what drew me to him, are what made him attractive to me.

I remember my first day of class with Tremaine, I mean, Professor Neverson. With my school being an all girl college, a fine piece of specimen such as himself had all the ladies raving over him from ages 18 to infinity. I was never the type to go crazy over a guy, but the man was gorgeous. I was sitting at a table with my roommate when he first came in. I'm sure he didn't miss the lustful glances from the students, nor Kellies attempt to poke her chest out, giving the illusion of bigger breasts.

"Hello, hello! My name is Tremaine Neverson, but you may, and you will, call me Professor."

"Damnnnn daddy, okay." Tesha blurted out, causing an uprise of laughter, including my own.

We quieted down once he narrowed his eyes upon her. "No outbursts, young lady."

She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as he addressed the rest of us.

"I'm a grown man, meaning you will not be getting over on me just because I'm not as old as the other instructors, is that understood, ladies?"

Even though he was speaking just loud enough for us to hear, his words held such power. If he asked me to stand on one knee and sing the star spangled banner, my ass sure would do it.

"Our outline for this school year includes various essays, and a speech every three months on the topic of your choice."

Groans and eye rolls erupted through the class, to which he slightly chuckled.

"Its not as bad as it sounds. All I ask is that all work is turned in on time, understood?"

He scanned across the room as some girls nodded and others verbally agreed. I played with the tip of my pen, staring off into space. His eyes stopped on me, and he smiled.

"Your name?"

"Lena..Lena James."

"Well, Miss Lena, are you cool with the requirements of my class?"

I nodded. What kind of question is that? Its not like I have a choice. He smirked and began passing out the rubric for our first speech. I scanned the paper in front of me, grasping the important details. The speech had to be 8 minutes long, with PowerPoint images, and include citations.

I sighed. As social as I was, public speak was not my forte. I'd much rather write an essay, but a speech couldn't be too bad, especially since I'd be able to choose my own theme. I snatched a piece of paper from my notebook and jotted down some ideas.

"I see you're already on top of it."

I blushed, glancing up to see Professor standing over my table, peeking at my ideas.

I chewed the inside of my cheek out of nervous habit."Yeah, could you help me narrow down my topic?"

He grinned. "Sure, I got you."

As he skimmed my topics, which included gay marriage, society's view of tattoos and piercings, and violence in the community, he grabbed my pen and circled something.

"I'd really love to hear you speak about this," he said, placing my paper back down.

He had chosen the topic of teen mothers in college. I scrunched my eyebrows up at him. "Wow, what made you choose this?"