Jack's life at university was going well. His grades were spectacular, despite the hard classes that he had taken this Freshman year; he made many friends, some of whom he liked better than others; and, most of all, he had his girlfriend, Sophie, whom he loved. Jack felt, for the first time, that he was in full control of his life; his destiny was his.
Unlike many of his high school friends, Jack did not travel outside of the state. Instead, he chose to continue his school life in his hometown. The university was just three miles from his childhood home, so he opted not to live in a dorm and stay with his step-mom (his father died in a fire when he was in the fourth grade).
It was on this day that the story of Jack took a very different direction. Jack was doing well in college, but he was only in the middle caste in his high school years. This was the first time he had a girlfriend, but so far, even with his girlfriend, who he loved, he never had any sexual activity. His desire was to engage in sexual activity with her only, but the urges of man are like the sun's gravity: he keeps only falling for his lust.
He had just finished English class. Jack yawned. He truly likes to learn, but a long lecture easily bores him. It was something from Aldous Huxley's dystopian Brave New World, and the Professor was going off on the World State's view of sexuality and relationships. Something about the dangers of prioritizing pleasure. Jack was not worried about slipping in his grades in this class as he "had already read that book in high school. Trust me, Sophie, I have an astute memory when it comes to books."
It was the afternoon. He had a couple of hours until he was supposed to meet Sophie at her apartment. Sophie also lived in his town, but he got her own apartment to live alone from her parents. Neither of them knew each other before university, however. Jack decided that it was best to finish whatever homework he had. He walked down the study hall and passed some people who he gave a quick nod. He opened the door to the study hall to find, to his amazement, that it was empty. Usually, he would find at least twenty people in the room, but not on this day. Still, Jack went to the back corner to sit.
About an hour passed from doing homework and no one came in. Very odd, Jack thought to himself. And odd it was, not even the certified school nerds were in the study hall, and they were always there.
"Did you forget already, Jack?" said a voice behind him. Jack jumped in his seat, dropping his pen to the floor.
The voice belonged to the librarian, Ms. Waters. She was young for a typical librarian, but her enthusiasm for books was unmatched. She supervised both the library and study hall (which were adjacent to each other).
"Forget what?" Jack said after pulling himself together from the jumpscare. After responding, Jack looked at Mrs. Waters. He could not believe what he was seeing. Almost immediately he felt himself getting hard. Ms. Waters wore a brown and white striped dress in which only the nipples of her breast were covered by it. Both her underboob and her cleavage were clearly visible. The dress itself was held together by a (seemingly) loose knot between her breasts. Jack's mouth was wide open, and he gazed at her up and down, instinctively. Besides her breasts, the rest of Ms. Waters was also breathtaking to Jack. She had partially straight golden hair that went down past her shoulders. Her lips were coated with a natural-colored lipstick and she had curves to form a well-shaped ass.
Ms. Waters immediately noticed him checking her out but decided to ignore it for now. "I told you yesterday, Jack," she began, "Study hall is closed today."
"Closed?" Jack said, breaking his gaze from her breasts and moving it to engage eye contact. "Sorry, I totally forgot about it. I'll leave right away."
"No, I want to talk to you about something," Ms. Waters said, biting a bit of her lip. "It's actually good that it is closed."
"Oh, OK," Jack said. He was packing his notebooks away but stopped. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to talk about you," she began, "You were just checking me out, and I saw your boner as you stood to pack your things." Jack stood there blank, so Ms. Waters continued, "Jack, you know it is not appropriate to check out someone, especially someone who is on staff in a school."
"I...I..." Jack stuttered. He had no idea how to respond. This was not what he was expecting to hear.