Every once in a while in life, an opportunity to change someone’s life comes along that you know you have to take, consequences be damned. This story is one of those times.
I went to a college that was undergraduate only. However, occasional classes – especially first year classes – still needed TAs, so they pulled from the ranks of upperclassmen that had done particularly well. My TA, as it turned out, was particularly cute.
His name was Sam. Being a music class, it made sense they grabbed one of the best pianists at the college to TA once a week. He was razor-sharp smart and immensely passionate in addition to tall and thin. He had the kind of drive and humor that made you want to learn, and was sensitive enough to always seem to know which students were struggling and just how to help. It didn’t hurt he always wore nice button-downs with the sleeves rolled up and slacks that fit just right. That, and he had a smile that just made my chest flutter. I had a massive crush, but he had a girlfriend. So, my fingers would have to make do while I imagined his hands on my body.