It was the summer before my senior year of college. I took a night class taught by a professor that I thought was cute.
My two guy friends in the class were like – “omg, the professor can’t stop looking at you.” I didn’t think much of it at the time. But as time passed, I did start to kinda notice. He’s cute, he’s in charge. Which I liked.
It’s summer time, so I’m wearing a lot of skirts and dresses. I notice him looking at my legs. I uncross and recross my legs a couple of times to see if he looked. And he does. It made me wet watching him. He started to ask me to stay after class and ask for my feedback. And sometimes I went to his office hours. We would chat, but nothing ever happened. The class finished and I got an A.
A few weeks later I’m out with some friends and he is there too with two of his friends. My friends thought he was hot. So I go talk to him, really flirting and we exchange numbers. The next day he starts texting me. I tell him I can’t wait to see him out again, and let him know where I’ll be that night.