The Professor's Way (closed for TheLostWriter & LonelyLittleRed

[TheLostWriter]

Professor David Beckinsale was one of those "cute, twenty-something professors," straight out of his PhD, teaching an under-grad course at a private college. He taught Biology, and his research was, broadly speaking, within the field of epigenetics. Though he was a brilliant mind, and looks to boot. At five-eight he was of average height, but well built and had brown-blonde, short, messy hair with hazel eyes, a smile to die for, and an affable way about him. But Professor Beckinsale had a problem. And he'd had this problem since he was in middle school. Professor David Beckinsale, back when he was just David Beckinsale in sixth grade, had to learn the hard way that one can take a crush too far, and that one cannot simply "have" whatever girl one fancies. People had called him stalker, rapist - even though he had never raped anyone, just kissed them maybe, or, he couldn't remember know, maybe he had tried to hold their hand? He had been called into the principle's office several times for similar offenses.

"David, just because you like a girl, doesn't mean you can just... take her. You need to understand that this is a two-way relationship. It has to be that way."

Etcetera, etcetera.

This was drilled into him to such an extent that by eighth grade David had become very self-conscious of the problem. But still, it continued to be an issue. Throughout high school, he would fall so hard for a girl, desire them so badly, that it would affect his studies, cause him to become a social recluse, and do nothing but think about how he could make the girl of the day fall for him. This was well beyond the usual teenage boy infatuation. David's infatuations made him dysfunctional, and he began to hate himself for it.

By college he started therapy. This helped him stay focused on studies Therapy continued through his masters program and through his PhD program until finally, finally, he felt completely in control. The last year had been very good for David Beckinsale. He had remained focused throughout on his studies, to the point that he really felt that now, he could go on with his life, without worrying about his disease.

But then he started his second year teaching at the college.

And she walked in.

 

[LonelyLittleRed]

The first day always bugged me, my hands sweat as i climb out of my car nervously looking for the building for my first class. I brush my pleated skirt down, the smooth black fabric reaching mid thigh, my black thigh highs held in place by my garder belt. I walk toward the building, my sensible black boots clicking softly as i walk guys staring at other girls but none are staring at me. I walk quicker toward class, stopping by the bathroom on the way. The girl in the mirror seems pretty, her long red hair shiny as it reaches her waist, a simple white button down tucked in her skirt. She fidget softly, before deep breathing, and gathering her books. I smile at my reflection hoping I look better to someone than I do to myself. I pull my jacket closer to my body the black leather comforting me as the bright light magnifies in my glasses hurting my blue green eyes while making the gold flecks more distinctive. I quickly blush towards the other students taking a seat in the back. As I sit my mind starts to wonder in a way I usually don't allow, as i think of a man taking control, maybe even kidnapping me due to his desire. At first I'm shocked at myself and slightly disgusted I'd think of it, but then I admit it would feel nice to be wanted. At this thought I look to the professor, ignoring his good looks as I prepare myself to focus on his lecture.