Dealing with Drama

A Lecherous Lecture

AN: Get ready, because this one is going to be a bit too much.

Spoiler alert: I tried to write exhibitionism, but couldn't do it very well.

Like so many others at Harvard, Tyler had signed up for architecture just to stare at the sexy Professor, unable to get enough of her with the two-hour weekly lecture that she had scheduled.

He understood why, though, she was one of the best architects in America, if not the world, and had a lot of prior appointments than just lecturing a crowd of young adults barely out of adolescence, but she was just so beautiful that Tyler couldn't help craving more of her.

Professor Athena Olympia was young- like crazy young, a no-nonsense woman barely in her early thirties among staff where the average hair colour was a lustrous silver and walking sticks were the norm. She was one of the most prized lecturers in the sprawling halls of Harvard, not just for her otherworldly looks but also for her unparalleled skill in seemingly all subjects as well as didaction, like a Mary Sue straight out of a novel, set a cut apart from the mortals she taught, her nose high like an angel descended from heaven to impart her wisdom to barbarians who knew little better than to stuff their faces full with mud.

Athena was strict, a terror among those who were actually majoring in her subject, with the highest rate of failures, but a track record that spoke for itself- every single student who had passed her mark of approval was already a well-established architect on their way to becoming a multimillionaire.

But Tyler couldn't care less if she did not even know of his existence, a frat boy with a sigh like a young maiden pierced through his heart by Cupid's arrow. He was a business major- the easiest major there was to get-, and he had only barely managed to get admission because he was on the football team, one of the prized quarterbacks of the Ivy League and a hulking specimen of a man. Then why was he here, risking his grades for a class he knew he would fail miserably?

Professor Athena was hot, crazy hot- so hot that in his podt-nut clarity, his brain seemed even hungrier for her, somehow growing even more depraved the more he thought of her.

Athena's beauty was a refrain whispered by every hot-blooded man and so many women as well, a constant echo among the halls of Harvard.

Professor Athena was built like a supermodel. Her silky blonde hair, thick and looking as if it were woven out of solid gold threads, was usually tied in a braid that she tossed in front of her chest. Her skin was flawless, a perfect exotic shade of tanned bronze that lived up to her rumored Greek heritage, creamy without the slightest blemish, like she spent all of her off-hours caring for her skin, so soft that many would give their lives just to brush their lips across her knuckles. Her eyes were a dark, stormy grey like a brewing tempest, so cold that it could freeze over hell, and so stern that a mere look could make the best of her students bawl their eyes out, framed with long eyelashes and a smart pair of thin-rimmed spectacles that made her look like the sexy, strict secretary in everyone's fantasy. Her perfect cupid bow lips were so flawlessly pink and soft that it was rumored that she had a filler done, sweet lips that many, like Tyler, would give away their life just to sneak a taste of.

She always wore a form-fitting suit with a modest pencil skirt and sleek black office shoes with the smallest heel imaginable, clothes that did not expose a single inch of skin but managed to send the boys into a lustful frenzy all the same.

The coat of her suit was buttoned over her plain white, ironed t-shirt, completely plain- Tyler saw a hundred women dressed the same way every day on the road, but on Professor Athena, it looked like a dress fit for a pornstar. The soft cotton stretched over her chest, her fat breasts like a stack on her chest, looking like a pillow Tyler would love to suffocate in, big boobs that somehow perfectly fitted her tall, slightly muscled frame, making her look like a big-breasted Amazonian woman. It led to a slim stomach- there was a betting pool whether she had abs or not, with many boys having a not-so-hidden desire to slobber all over her abs, a slim waist that seemed tailor-made to be used as a handhold for large, masculine hands and wide hips perfect for bearing children.