Her Professor's Body

Alice wasn't sure what to expect once she got to college. She was a country girl--well, maybe calling it country was a bit of an exaggeration. Certainly, though, she wasn't a city girl. She had grown up in a small town, numbering just over a thousand souls. When she was fifteen, she took her first trip to a big city, a kind of school trip to San Francisco. She had suffered from a headache for a whole week, such was the noise she wasn't used to. Having graduated from high school, however, she was older, more mature, and more ready for life -- or at least that's what she kept telling herself. At the dormitory, she had been lucky enough to have a single room and after a brief, internal celebration, she had spent the entire first weekend arranging her stuff. "Take it easy, Alice," she kept muttering. "Everything will be fine." Nevertheless, she hadn't yet had a chance to make friends. Maybe the first week of class will be better, she thought, but Monday passed quickly, Tuesday as well, and by Wednesday morning nothing had changed yet.  Wednesday morning, then. Alice showered, got dressed, and then gathered the courage to face her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty. There was no denying the certain harmony in her features, for which she had always been seen as attractive. Large eyes with thick lashes, a straight nose ending above soft, heart-shaped lips. Her vermilion mouth well matched her olive skin, as did the depth of her moss-green irises. The only thing she little liked about herself was her unruly brown hair, which she wore cut into a shaggy bob. She ran her hands over her colorful shirt, her small breasts, the flat stomach, the narrow hips. Yes, she had always been pretty -- back in high school. She uttered a frustrated sigh. Her petite body made her look much younger. She felt like a teenager, compared to other girls she saw in class or walking around campus. They looked like women! A flyer was slid under the door of her room, and the sound of the paper on the floor made her wince. Distracted from her thoughts, she finally decided to leave the room. However, not before picking up the flyer and taking a look at it. "A party?" she asked out loud. Obviously, no one replied. She wasn't a party girl, but she also didn't have a lot of time to sit around and think about it. Casting a glance at the clock, she realized she was running late. Cursing under her breath, she stuffed the flyer into her bag and hurried out. She was by no means going to miss Linguistics 101, she kept thinking as she rushed to class.