Short Muses Vol 2

I was a university professor then, when that happened to me. Fresh graduate, brilliant student and had few other good qualities with me, nothing else. Never before, I had any interest on girls, they made me nervous, I felt like they were not into me, unfocused but I love their companionship, friendship, togetherness. Their admiration was unremarkable. While I was started my professional career as a professor, I was never imagined that girls could like me that much. I tried to look handsome but somehow I managed to disturb those ladies that I really wanted to attract.

I was completely focused on myself to be in love with a lady of my dream. My only failure was then, I always attracted the wrong crowd or woman for me. Girls that I really admire, never feel the same for me. If they could, they probably even try to send me away from my hometown. However, life goes on, so was mine, after few of my heartfelt crush crashed by my ignorance or innocence or stupidity, I atleast managed to survive on my career life. It was then when an incident that I recalled it as most seductive, sexually explicit and admirable enough for me that changed me completely. I never thought that student life could be that much dangerously difficult that make students to do many unethical things to get a pass mark or even get certified on it. As I natural as I could be, I never felt that much of a difficulties in my study life, I studied, I passed, that's all. I took myself as a born bonsai that got water to live but couldn't grow. I read many articles about teacher-student cliches, love affairs, marriages, life changing careers, teachers pet, the unbounded dedication towards teachers or students vice versa, life threatening behaviour or even charged with teacher raped students while they were on their puberty. I never realised that I was going to face the same but in different manner. I was less embarrassed by the main fact but more disappointed as I could see. It was just an ordinary final term retake exams. I was scheduled to took a retake test of my students. She was a dark horse like a black beauty to me, rare looks but elegant. I still couldn't understand the reason behind it but it would be more comfortable to me if she did so, for my affection but she did that to get pass mark from me. I knew that she was busy with her other activities besides education. Moreover, she missed few test that semester final. In systematic terms of every university, we, teachers had to take retake exams to ensure that our students get the chance to pass the test and prepare for the next. In my sense, we need academic education to do more logical research than illogical one. I never get attracted by any students, that's why never felt any interest on them. I was failure in my personal love life but those were not with students. That day, it was a stormy day, I was sobbing for my tastebuds of choosing woman that couldn't be mine, still virgin on mind, never saw real nude woman always on magazines or internet. Most of my life, I spent on study, work and self interest. Sometimes I thought, I might be turning into a gay, my friends always bullied me for my less interest on intimacy with women. Then that happened, as usual, I prepared my question paper to take a retake exams. There should be two students but only black beauty came. It was a heavy rainy day, she wore off white dress, soaked with water, her brassiere could be seen so as her big nipples, dripping water from her head to toe, to any ordinary man, it was a great time to take that opportunity into next level but logically, I was a gay, as I thought to myself later that incident. At first, she accidentally brush off her breasts on my arms while taking question paper then after an hour, she stood up, unchained her dress and turned herself a lingerie model. When she started to took off the bra then I could not remember, I was fainted. Afterwards, my colleagues founded me unconscious, took me on teacher's room then woke me up. They said, when my student came to submit her answer sheet then she saw me unconscious and she informed them about me and gave them her answer sheet. They called local doctor and doctor said low sugar, low blood pressure levels were the reasons, needed glucose energetic drinks. I said nothing, the whole time I shut off my mouth then I checked her answer sheet, she got 100 marks. So, that's why she did that stunt. I said nothing, I passed her out. Then I transferred to myself abroad. I never said anything because I didn't need that kind of cheap excuse or gimmick to make myself local hero or celebrity. I just focused on myself completely. Later I heard rumours about myself that she claimed I was her lover. I thought, I wish, I could be the man she really admire then she never could have tainted my reputation like that. Many of my secret admirer were the reasons that I was successful but she was not the one that was the truth, I helped her later to be a successful in her profession but I was human so my life was going on and so was she.