It was my first college semester and I couldn't take my eyes off the teacher in General Psychology class. She kept looking over at me and smiling. I tried not to turn red, but I'm sure I did. One night at a party, a girl from class approached me and said, "You're the one who's getting it on with the Psych teacher, aren't you?" I was kind of stunned, but it left me wondering if perhaps there was something there. At the end of the next class, I went to the prof's office to ask how I was doing. She gave me a coy look and said, "You're doing well, but some extra credit is always helpful."

I thought I was going to faint. Neither of us said anything. I climbed on top of her desk and then she climbed on top of me. She opened her desk drawer, pulled out a condom and rode me. I have no idea how no one heard us, but I wouldn't have cared if they did. In class, nothing changed. We still just smiled at each other.