It was my second day at University of Toronto, majoring in Physics and History, when I first saw him. Walking up late to my best friend twin Natasha pushing me off the bed and the clock showing I had 10 minutes until my lecture, I thought I was going to have a day from hell. Living on campus it took me six minutes of hard core running to get to class and I managed to arrive on time in my pyjamas and barefoot. Attractive? I think not. Regardless I sat down in the nearest seat just as my delectable professor walked in. Professor Bozak was every female student’s erotic fantasy; young, intelligent, utterly gorgeous, fit, and he played hockey- coached the school team in fact.
Sitting in the front row was a huge mistake, I had a clear view of the lead role in my bedtime fantasies and I could hardly focus. Every time he moved to write on the white board his biceps would flex and I was practically drooling already. After this class I would have to ask him for the notes, even if I looked like a twelve year old. As he droned on about the second World War I found myself staring at his lips and wondering how they would feel on mine, on my neck-
“Miss Puta are you okay?” Mr. Bozak asked me.
“Erm yes, sorry I just didn’t have time for my coffee this morning.” I replied squirming in my seat with embarrassment.
My fellow students looked at me with pity while others took the liberty to laugh. I was a top student and one of the more known girls on campus- but not for being that kind of girl. Although my last name did translate to prostitute, I was far from that, although that continues to be my back-up plan if I don’t make it into teachers college.
The rest of the class dragged on and much to my dismay the bell rand dismissing the class. As I was stacking my books into my arms (no time for a bag when I have ten minutes to class), I heard Bozak calling my name.
“Yes sir?” I replied to him timidly. I just wanted to go home and shower.
“Do you want the notes on the lecture today? You seemed to be staring off into space throughout my entire speech.” No dumb ass, I was staring at you.
“If you don’t mind that would be awesome.” I said with a small smile.
“Sure, come with me to the printing room to pick it up” As he turned around I sighed in content as I now had a glorious view of his perfect ass. The whole walk to the room I stared at it only to be caught by him.
“Something on my pants Martina,” he asked with a smirk. I blushed deep red.
“N-no Sir, nothing on it,” He just nodded and unlocked the door.
“Do you mind turning on that printer over there, I’m just going to get more paper from the storage room” he said walking out of the room.
The printer room was pretty self explanatory, a vast room filled with various printers, faxing machines, and photocopiers all for the teachers to use. I picked the one closest to the door; I had no energy to walk to the one by the window. As I was pressing the on button I felt a presence behind me.
“Why don’t you go to the one by the window hmm?”
It was Professor Bozak and he was standing quite close to me, causing me to lean against the printer. I looked over at the window and decided that those five steps were not worth the energy I would have to use. I turned around and gasped at the proximity of my professor.
“Professor Bozak, I think it would be best if you stepped back sir.” I demanded in a whisper.
“Do you really want that though? I saw the way you were staring at me during the lecture today and the way you were eye raping me as we walked into this room.” He said as he stepped closer. He rested his hands on the printer behind me and leaned into my face, gliding his nose down my cheek and jawbone.
“You don’t know how hard it has been for me to teach a class full of observant students with a hard-on. You sitting in the front row, even though you look like a child right now, was a very, very bad idea Martina and you will be punished for it” I shivered at the thought of what my punishment would be and at the tone of his voice.
“What will my punishment be sir?” I asked breathlessly.
Stepping back he replied, “You have to help me with the hockey team.”
Suddenly I was a different type of excited. Hockey was my passion, growing up it was on the tv three times a week and it became an obsession within my group of friends. A mega-watt smile grew on my face and I nodded ferociously.
“Sure! I’ll do it! What do you need me to do?” I asked almost a bit too eager.
“Who would have known the babe likes hockey too. You just earned brownie points Miss Puta,” he smiled at me. “I need you to help with practices and organizing the team members. Think you can do that?”
“Of course! This is far from punishment Mr. Bozak” I replied with a smirk.
“Please, call me Tyler, Martina-and I mean it call me,” He finished with a smirk of his own and a wink that got my heart beating double time. Before I could even register what was happening, I felt him slip a piece of paper into the breast pocket of my pyjamas. He checked his watch and cursed. “I have a lecture in fifteen minutes I have to run. I’ll see you soon.” He gave me a kiss on the check that sizzled my skin and walked to the door, as I stood paralyzed.
“Wait! I didn’t even get the notes!” I called after him as he practically ran down the hall.
“You’ll get them tomorrow. I’ll pick you up from here at 6. Don’t be late!” He told me with a stern warning and jogged out the doors of the building. What just happened?
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AN:
Just a tease of what is yet to come... You're welcome Martina XXO
Picture of Tyle Bozak on the side
