Ethan Douglas was a 19 year old, 6 foot tall, blond, blue eyed college student at university on an athletic scholarship. Ethan had played all sorts of different sports in high school but decided to focus on football when a recruiter had seen him play at one of his school's games. That then led to his acceptance to the university where he quickly climbed the ranks of the football team, even earning him a spot on the varsity roster when he was only a sophomore. Now a junior, he continued to excel in his chosen sport, his varsity jacket emblazoned with his many accomplishments.
Ethan was a popular guy in college. His friends and teammates often commented that he looked like Daniel Craig, though he didn't have the sexy British accent. His muscular body showed off the results of hours of football practice and he worked out frequently when he wasn't playing. It helped that he was also remarkably well-endowed. He had slept with practically every cheerleader in the school and was the envy of most of the other athletes.
But to tell the truth, while the cheerleaders and other college hotties were great, Ethan had a thing for older women. He couldn't really explain what it was, not even to himself, it was just something that appealed to him more than girls his own age. In particular, Ethan had his eye on one of his teachers. He did well in all his classes (a condition of his scholarship was the necessity of keeping his grades up) but it was hard to concentrate on his classwork with a teacher as hot as she was.
It was a Friday afternoon as Ethan walked across campus to his teacher's lecture hall. Earlier that day she had written him a note asking to speak with him after classes. He figured it was about his recent performance; he had scored pretty low on the last test. Admittedly he had forgotten to study, but it was all but impossible to concentrate on his test when he'd rather be concentrating on her. He had told coach he wouldn't be at practice since he needed to see his teacher about something. He left his uniform in his locker and showed up in his street clothes; jeans, t-shirt and his jacket. He casually knocked on the door and waited for a reply.
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Ethan was a popular guy in college. His friends and teammates often commented that he looked like Daniel Craig, though he didn't have the sexy British accent. His muscular body showed off the results of hours of football practice and he worked out frequently when he wasn't playing. It helped that he was also remarkably well-endowed. He had slept with practically every cheerleader in the school and was the envy of most of the other athletes.
But to tell the truth, while the cheerleaders and other college hotties were great, Ethan had a thing for older women. He couldn't really explain what it was, not even to himself, it was just something that appealed to him more than girls his own age. In particular, Ethan had his eye on one of his teachers. He did well in all his classes (a condition of his scholarship was the necessity of keeping his grades up) but it was hard to concentrate on his classwork with a teacher as hot as she was.
It was a Friday afternoon as Ethan walked across campus to his teacher's lecture hall. Earlier that day she had written him a note asking to speak with him after classes. He figured it was about his recent performance; he had scored pretty low on the last test. Admittedly he had forgotten to study, but it was all but impossible to concentrate on his test when he'd rather be concentrating on her. He had told coach he wouldn't be at practice since he needed to see his teacher about something. He left his uniform in his locker and showed up in his street clothes; jeans, t-shirt and his jacket. He casually knocked on the door and waited for a reply.
(If you'd like to be considered for the part of my teacher, PM me a short sample and I'll get back to you. Thanks!)
