Title: White Holes and Other Problems
by Jeremy Mathews
Chapter 8: Back to Class
When Jeremy got back to his office he noticed the door was just slightly ajar. When he stepped inside he saw it had been just as trashed as his apartment, but on the black board was the first indication as to why, written in large but very familiar handwriting as “ANINDIA WAS HERE!”
Jeremy was shaken, he had been wondering what had happened to Anindia after the particle collision. Now he knew at least something had happened. Not sure what else to do, Jeremy erased the board and wrote. “Where are you? Are you OK?”
He then he located the notebook with his class notes and went off to his two back to back calculus classes. “At least” Jeremy thought, “Calculus is dead easy to teach, if I had been slated for graduate classes this semester I would be really screwed.”
The first section went by without incident. It seems he had left off just before the Mean Value Theorem, which mean he had a fairly theoretical topic to discuss, and predictably 50 of the 100 or so students slept.
Trouble began about 10 minutes into the second section. He was just completing the writing the statement that the average slope had to equal the instantaneous slope somewhere. When he heard a girl incredulously ask “What do you mean ‘How are the words appearing on the board’? Are you retarded or something?“
Jeremy turned around to see a tall blonde looking down with disgust at Mei. In his shock he stopped time.
Mei was in his class. Mei was one of his students. That is why she looked vaguely familiar when he first saw her in Alice’s dorm. Jeremy panicked, he checked his roster and there she was in black and white. Mei Nguyen Freshman, Mathematics major.
He mentally kicked himself for not recognizing her before. When he had these large lecture sections, he never really bothered trying to get to know the students. Now he really wished he had.
“No use making her drop,” Jeremy thought “if she is a math major I will be seeing on a regular basis in all of the upper division classes. Leaving her in a state where she cannot acknowledge me won’t work either.” He sighted, he had to try again. He had to find some fix to this.
She only seemed to have trouble with thoughts that contradicted her previous thoughts. Mentally crossing his fingers, he placed his hands on either side of her head.
Looking straight into her “God has chosen a human disguise. I cannot acknowledge Him as a God or risk his anger. He wants me to acknowledge the guise of Jeremy Scofield, Professor of Mathematics. God wishes me to treat him as I would any other professor in public. In private, I will still acknowledge him in this guise, enjoy his company, and I will greatly enjoy fucking Him when both He and I are interested. I will make sure that the University Officials never find out about our carnal delights. When he is teaching I do not find my arousal distracting. I find it easy to concentrate, study and learn in His class.”
Jeremy felt sure this did not contradict any of previous instructions. He was about to start up time again, until he caught sight of the bitchy look of the girl next to her. He decided he may have to teach her a lesson. He decided she would now really like tentacle porn and men into Role Playing Games and she was in awe of Mei. For fun he decided to give her a trigger. From now on whenever she heard the word “Hasenpfeffer”, she would desperately need to fuck Professor Scofield until he was satisfied. In fact he decided several of the other attractive girls in class could use a trigger as well. “That,” he thought “should make office hours more interesting.”
After he restarted time, he immediately called on the bitchy blonde next to Mei. “Excuse me miss, did you just call another student ‘Retarded’?”
The blonde was caught completely off guard. “Umm... yes. I mean no! I was talking to myself.”
“I am sorry but I don’t by that Miss... ?”
“Carter. Ashley Carter.”
“Miss Cater, come to my office after class. We need to have a discussion about treating the members of this class with the proper respect.”
This elicited and ‘Ooooo’ for the rest of the class. But after that things were more or less on track. After he got back to the office, he saw there was no change in chalk board. He lost himself in thought about what what could have happened to Anindia, when he was brought back to reality by a knock at the door.
Ashley was standing there looking nervous. Jeremy told her to take a seat and, despite all the the university warnings to the contrary, he closed the door behind her.
Ashley started in immediately. “I am sorry I called Mei retarded, Professor Scofield. She is just so amazing, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Apology accepted. You shouldn’t judge someone until you know them. For example did you know my favorite meal is Hasenpfeffer?”
“Ahhhh....” Ashley struggled to comprehend the wave of heat that burst forth from her crotch. “No.” She paused her eyes sizing up Jeremy the way a cheetah sizes up a gazelle. “Can we talk about my grade? You know, as long as I am here.”
“Sure,” Jeremy said, playing stupid. “What is the concern?” He was curious how she was going to try to play this out.
“Well, you see, I really want an A” She walked over to one of the Venetian blinds and playfully spun the little to close the them. “In fact, I would do anything to get one” she said closing the second blind. “I bet, after what I am about to do, I am pretty sure I’ll get an A+“
“I am sorry, Ms. Carter. I don’t know how you think this works, but in real life University Professors don’t sleep with students in exchange for grades.”
“You really should explain that to Prof. Lewis,” Ashley smirked. “He taught me all about how this works. But if you don’t play along, I am afraid your wife might receive some disturbing news about the fidelity of her husband,” she said as she started seductively unbuttoning her blouse.
Jeremy’s smile fell. “I am not married. Blackmail. Really?” He was suddenly glad he had added some protections to keep her from going to the police or university. “I am afraid you are going to have to leave immediately, I record all my student meetings, and this is going to be reported to the dean immediately.”
“No! Please!” Ashley suddenly sounded desperate. “You’re right, that was shitty of me. Please, I have just never wanted anything so bad in my life. I need you. I’ll... I’ll... PAY YOU. You. You. You can have my car!” She pleaded pulling the keys from her pocket. “It’s brand new, my parents just got it for me this semester.”
Jeremy smiled. He should take it to teach her a lesson about trying to blackmail people, but he knew that would only get her family involved and land him in a world of trouble.
“I am not your personal whore. I am not for sale Ms. Carter. But I will make you a deal. Here is what you will do. You will film one of those ‘College Party’ porn videos prominently featuring yourself, and after you submit it to some online site, send Mei the link. If you don’t you’ll never get to fuck me again. In the mean time you can satisfy me now, and if you impress me... and I mean really impress me, then I won’t have you thrown out of the University for your little blackmail stunt.“
Ashley knew she should be be horrified at the suggestion, but he had just what she needed to scratch her itch. “Besides,” she figured “Once I had him out of my system, it’s not like I’ll need to fuck him again anyways. I can always get a nice hard frat boy if I feel feisty. And this will be fun to hold over this geezer’s head all semester.”
Ashley ditched her cloths as fast as she could. She had small pert breasts lithe build which exuded sexuality. She held a naughty smile, and played with her shaved pussy while Jeremy drank in the view. Then she dropped to her knees and stripped Jeremy of his pants and underwear. She cupped his balls in one had while her mouth and other hand worked the shaft. After she had his dick sufficiently wet her tongue went to work on the area near the tip of his dick, while her had really started pumping.
Two things were immediately clear to Jeremy. First, Ashley was no stranger to giving head. Secondly, if he didn’t do something soon she was going to make him look like a two pump chump.
“On the desk.” he commanded. Ashley didn’t usually take being ordered around, but if it a little submissive student that he wanted, she could play the part. She wanted to make sure this guy had never felt so satisfied in his life. The more she thought about satisfying him the hotter she got. She didn’t waste a moment. She hoped on the desk and spread her legs wide and said “Show me what you’re made of big boy.”
Jeremy fished a condom out of his discarded pants and slipped it on. The reference to Prof. Lewis still hung in his mind. Besides, there was no way he was going to risk Alice’s wrath if he gave her an STD.
Unwilling to disappoint, Jeremy inserted just the tip of his cock into the moist inferno her pussy had become. Ashley groaned, the anticipation was making her pussy quiver. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a lousy fuck after all. “You asked for it” he teased and then he stopped time and gave her a good old fashioned pounding.
When he started up time again, Jeremy was horrified when she screamed “Oh! Fuck! Yes!” at the top of her lungs. It wasn’t going to matter how much he tried to keep his activities quite if the students shouted them out to the world.
Ashley couldn’t believe she came so hard. All he did was enter her, and he absolutely shattered her world. The word orgasm just seemed to small and insignificant to described. “Fuck! I want more of THAT!” she thought. “But I am not going into porn just to get it again... I couldn’t...“
Before she could get her muscles to work enough to form words, the door was flying open. Prof. Zhu in the next office thought there was some emergency when he heard the screaming.
Jeremy stopped time when the door was half open and he could see Zhu getting an eyeful of the naked student he was currently buried inside. He didn’t want to just start fucking with his colleagues minds. Jeremy chastised himself for not locking the door.
“OK,” he thought “I can handle this.” He got Ashley dressed, carried her around his desk and sat her in the chair in front of it. Then he got dressed. Now he needed a way to explain away the screaming. He looked through her bag and found her midterm. Luckily she had a solid B. He put the exam in her hand. Sitting in his chair on the opposite side of the desk.
“Is everyone alright?” an alarmed Prof. Zhu asked as he opened the door.
“Yes, Ashley was just a little over excited to see she didn’t fail the midterm”
Ashley lazily looked around wondering how she got to be sitting in the chair.
Prof. Zhu wasn’t buying it. “Are you OK miss?” he asked Ashley directly.
“Fucking amazing...” Apparently she gave up on looking for an explanation and just tipped her head back and basked in the after glow.
“It sounded like someone was hurt?” he continued.
“Huh? Wait, how did I get here?” She decided to give up on her confusion, it was just too distracting right now. “Oh, who the fuck cares” she said as she lay her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes.
Jeremy realized he needed to get control of this conversation. He quickly crossed the room to Prof. Zhu. “Sorry about that Ruipeng, I think she is high off her gord.”
Ruipeng Zhu looked and the flushed euphoric face of Ashley and couldn’t help but reach the same conclusion. “No Problem, seems to be happening more and more these days. Just be careful Jeremy. You shut your door with a student in here, and they could say you did anything. And if it comes down to your word versus there’s...” and he shrugged without finishing the thought. There was no need to.