Firefighter's Virgin

“Neither,” I admitted. “He wasn’t a student.”

“Damn, girl!” Missy said, and she sounded impressed. “You have the hots for a teacher?”

“He doesn’t look like the kind of teacher I’m used to,” I admitted.

“What does he look like?”

“He’s young,” I said. “He could pass for a student himself. Except that he’s not like any of the guys I’ve ever met on campus. He’s and self-assured, confident, and intelligent. He’s a real man, you know?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t,” Missy laughed. “I have yet to meet a mature man on campus.”

“My point exactly,” I nodded. “He’s different.”

“Well, maybe you should drop by his office,” Missy suggested. “He has consultation hours, doesn’t he?”

“To do what?” I asked.

She wagged her eyebrows at me. “What do you think?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “You’re crazy.”

“What?” she asked. “Extracurriculars never hurt anyone.”

“He’s my teacher.”

“I’m aware.”

“I can’t get involved with my teacher,” I said emphatically.

“Why not?”

“There’s a rule about that,” I reminded Missy.

“Please,” she said, waving away my point. “Rules exist to be broken, especially the stupid ones. I think you should make an appointment with him and then seduce him. You can fuck him on his desk.”

“Hello, have you met me?”

She laughed. “You’re right, maybe that move is a little ambitious for you.”

“You think?”

“What’s his name?”

“Chance,” I replied. “Chance William.”

“Hmm, kind of a sexy name, too,” Missy said, as she proceeded to look him up on the university’s website. “Ah, here he is.”

I peered in over her shoulder. The picture they had provided of Chance was a simple black and white image. He was looking right at the camera with a haughty expression in his eyes. It was almost challenging and extremely sexy.

“Damn,” Missy nodded approvingly. “It’s almost worth taking the class just to see that every week.”

I laughed as I read through his biography. “Hey, he used to study here himself. He graduated with honors eight years ago.”

“That must make him around twenty-nine or thirty,” Missy nodded. “That’s perfect for you.”

“How is that perfect for me?”

“Well, it seems to me that you could benefit from a relationship with an older man,” Missy reasoned. “He has the experience that you’re lacking, which means he could educate you about the carnal delights of the body.”