Woohooo! Lolly and the Professor is available a day earlier than expected. Just in time to keep you warm on a cold Sunday.
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Blurb: Professor Douglas Hollister
enjoys his reputation as the toughest teacher at his law school. His
well-ordered and controlled life is turned upside down when Miss Caroline
"Lolly" Anderson shows up on the first day of class.
Lolly
has no interest in becoming a lawyer, but her grandfather's will stipulates she
must complete one quarter of law school in order to inherit his vast estate.
Well-versed in flirting her way through life, Lolly is sure she'll be able get
deliciously geeky Professor Hollister to do her bidding.
Will
The Professor be able to resist her luscious Lolly-pop ways—or will he lose his
briefs?
Note: This is a short story that
involves a young woman who does naughty things with suckers and a strict
professor who likes to lay down the law with a firm stroke.
Here's an excerpt:
Douglas Hollister stood at the
podium mentally preparing for his first lecture to a group of new law students.
He’d been one of them just a few short years ago, ten to be exact. He thought
back to that day with a bit of embarrassment.
He
hated to admit it, he thought sheepishly of the young man he’d been, but he was
firmly in the hubris category when he’d started law school a decade earlier. He
had the combination of natural self-confidence, good grades and a killer LSAT
score to give him the boost of bravado he’d needed to actually raise his hand
the first day of class and volunteer an answer. Volunteer. In law school. On
the first day. Hadn’t he seen any of those law school movies where the
professor verbally filleted the fresh-faced and cocky law student who had the
balls to volunteer an answer?
Apparently
not. Or if so, he’d had just enough
chutzpah to go for it anyway.
He
deserved the verbal beat down he got that day. He'd learned a valuable lesson,
despite the big chunk of pride it had cost him.
After
that he’d kept his mouth closed and his books open. Law review, moot court and
a prestigious clerkship with a judge who was a likely Supreme Court nominee
followed. After graduation he worked at a major firm in the city until joining
the faculty of his alma mater three years before.
Teaching
suited him more than he expected. He liked molding eager young minds and the
life of a faculty member was much more cerebral than being on the partner
track. Schmoozing for clients held no appeal.
Douglas
never begged for anything.
He
checked his watch and the classroom clock. Time to begin.
He
opened a leather binder in which he’d already written the names of his students—with
pencil—and began calling the roll.
“Anderson,
Caroline.” No answer.
He
looked up. “Miss Anderson?” His eyes swept across the group before him. Most of
the students glanced around the lecture hall for the missing Miss Anderson. A
couple met his gaze. The rest kept their eyes glued to their books.
He
gave the room one last sweep and returned to his task.
“Bell,
Cha—"
The
door swung open and a woman wearing a yellow sundress, high heeled peep-toe
shoes, and carrying a giant tote bag in one hand and a monstrous travel mug
with a coffee shop logo in the other, entered and made her way down the sloped
floor of the lecture hall.
Students
turned to gawk. A couple snickered. A few looked horrified. Everyone knew you weren't supposed to be
late to class, especially not on the first day.
And
nearly everyone glanced at Douglas to gauge his reaction.
Amidst
a sea of clutter and clatter, and apparently oblivious to the disruption she caused,
the late comer made her way to the front row and arranged her classroom
necessities—coffee, lap top, cell phone, and daisy-shaped make up bag̶—on the
table in front of her. Once situated, she took a long pull from her travel mug,
looked up at Douglas expectantly and smiled.
“I’m
ready now.”
Most
of the students did an admirable job of covering their laughter, but a couple
guffawed with enough vim to cause her to turn and look behind her.
“Oh—am
I late?”
Douglas
felt the corners of his mouth twitch, but he bit his inner cheek. The first
moments would set the standard for the entire quarter. He squared his shoulders
and took charge of the room.
“Yes,
you are. Anyone arriving after I begin taking attendance is late and in this
class, late is the same as absent.”
Her
lush red lips gaped and her fine brows furrowed in confusion.
“So…I’m
absent?”
“That's
correct.”
"But,
I’m here.”
“Yes
you are, but you’re late. So that means you’re absent.”
A
young man in the second row whispered, “This is starting to sound like ‘Who’s
On First’”. Those in hearing range giggled.
Douglas
could feel the class, and his authority, slip away. “You wouldn’t happen to be
Miss Anderson, would you?”
Her
eyes, a distracting shade of cornflower blue, lit up. “Yes, but everyone calls
me Lolly.”
“Lolly?”
She
pulled a Tootsie pop from her cavernous bag, removed the wrapper and placed it
against her plump crimson lips. “Lolly. Like in lollipop.”
Douglas
watched her work the candy and felt himself getting hard. His budding boner
wasn’t helped by the fact that she slanted her eyes to his crotch with a wicked
look that told him she knew the affect she had on him.
He
gripped the edges of the lectern and reminded himself to stay there until the
wood in his pants returned to normal.
“Or
lollygagging,” he said, pleased to see the saucy look on her face dissipate.
She
pulled the candy from her mouth with a resounding pop and tilted her head at him in a so what are you going to do about it? look.
“There
are thirty other students in this class who were able to arrive on time. We
have important material to cover today. You and I can discuss your loll—uh,
attendance after class.”
She
pushed the head of the sucker around the inside of her cheek, causing it to
bulge like it was full of…well, you know. She pulled the candy from her mouth, but
not without running her tongue around the head…er, top and said “Sure.”
One
young man in the third row gasped. “Holy crap.”
Douglas might not have been the only
man in the room carrying extra wood
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