I’m a professor at a university. At 29, I’m a bit on the young side for that but I had some nice breaks in my research career. So here I am: upstanding, involved with students and constantly worried about the makeup of my future tenure committee. I’ve been teaching since I was an upperclassman in undergrad and I never would have thought of being inappropriate with a student. Until I met Lisa.
Lisa came to me in October ’15 to ask for a spot in my spring semester class because she wanted the course content on her transcripts before her graduation in May. I was immediately impressed by her go-getter attitude. Contrary to popular belief, most college students are not all that engaged with their academics. Mostly they’re doing what their parents told them to. I was also not blind to the fact that Lisa was gorgeous: just 21, 5’3″ and petite, with perky little B-cup-on-a-good-day breasts but surprisingly striking, shapely legs for someone her height. She had green-gray eyes, not emeralds at all, but still arresting. And her long brown hair was salary held up with barrettes or pushed back with a headband or ribbon. The other thing that caught my eye was that she was dressed to the nines in a purple vintage-looking A-line dress, tights and oxford pumps. If it seems like I noticed a lot about her clothes, well, that will be clear later.