Matriculatin'

Mark knew she was the one as soon as their eyes met across the vast expanse of the community college's gym. Fifteen minutes early for their appointment, he walked over to the refreshment table and looked down at the freckled-face girl sitting behind the massive plate of finger sandwiches.

"Are these free?"

"Yep, everything."

Mark picked up a plastic cup of lemonade from the end of the table and made his way through the double-doors on the other side of the gym. A long hallway of squeaky-shoed walking and he was in the men's room, the door of the last stall locked behind him. He drank half the juice, then dipped all two inches of his tiny, flaccid penis into the cup, submerging the head and stirring vigorously. As his dick shriveled to an inch of length, he let loose a stream of urine until the cup was full again, then finished off his bladder in the toilet.

When he entered the gym once more, he grabbed another lemonade as he passed the table, then made his way to the cute girl who had recognized him as her next appointment, too. He laid both cups on the table in front of him, pushing the first he'd grabbed toward the girl, and sat down, slipping his book bag from both his shoulders.

"You looked thirsty-"

"Thanks." The girl swallowed the contents of her cup in one gulp. And grimaced. Then shivered. "Um, remind me not to get the lemonade when I go over there next."

Mark laughed. "That bad, huh?"

"Like drinking out of a toilet-"

Mark pushed his cup to the side. "Thanks for the warning-"

The girl wiped her mouth with a slight cough. She grabbed a bottle of water from under her chair and swigged it. "That's better. I'm Professor Eden-"

"I know-"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Because your last name matches your appearance-"

The professor's face reddened with a smile that showed a perfect set of white teeth and scrunched up her eyes. She put her head down and shook it, the chocolate brown of her soft hair dancing on her pushed-up breasts. She looked up, unable to meet Mark's grinning stare. "And you're Mr. Dennison-"

"Mark-"

"Mark then-" She held out her hand and they shook. "Okay, Mark, since you're a freshman and this is your first semester, you're really limited as to what you can take course-wise-"

"That sucks-"

"Well, you've got to learn the fundamentals - reading, writing, arithmetic, etc.-"

"I know all that stuff already-"

"I'm sure you do, but it's a requirement of the state system. Of course, if you do exceptionally well in your introductory courses, your professors can recommend and approve your taking the more advanced courses we offer without having to sit through the intermediate courses. For example, in my course-"

"Your course? What do you teach? I want to take it-" Mark glared into her eyes, his top teeth biting into his bottom lip, until the professor's face turned red again and she looked away.

"I teach a number of courses but primarily 'Intro to Composition' and 'Intro to Western Literature'-"

"Can I take 'em?"

"Um, yes, actually, you can. I'm teaching both this semester-"

"Okay, that's two down-"

"Three to go-"

"Cool beans-"

"Did you just say 'cool beans,' Mark?"

"Yeah, why? Should I have said 'school beans?'"

Professor Eden giggled, her taut breasts stretching the fine linen of her blouse as they shook. She reached across the table with an index finger and tapped Mark on the side of his upturned nose. "You're too silly, you know that? You've got to be serious."

Mark sat up straight, like a soldier, and pulled himself under the table until it was cutting into his stomach, his hard-on pushing itself against the gum stuck on the bottom. "Yes, ma'am-"

"You can call me Bette-"

"I bet-"

"No, that's my name-"

"Oh, I thought it was a wager-"

"I'll wager you this: we've got 10 minutes left and if we don't get you three more classes, you'll be betting that you're not going to college this semester-"

"We don't want that-" Mark got up and pulled his chair around to Professor Eden's side. He plopped down next to her, pressing his jean-clad leg into her bare calf, which refused to move. He looked into her deep brown eyes. "Let's do it."