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Professor Jackson

Mr. Jackson's POV

(The year is 1992, so think of how he looked and how old he was)

I finally finished writing down everything that was needed for today. I straightened 
my tie, and re-tucked my white button-up shirt into my black trousers. I paced 
around the room, looking for anything to mess with, and suddenly the bell rang. I 
slighly jumped, and quickly ran back to the front of the classroom.
All my college students came pouring in. My personal favorite, Isabella Gonzalez, 
walked in. She looked stunning, in a strapless white dress, that flowed down to her 
ankles. Her beautiful black hair, wavy and thick, went down to her lower back. Her 
caramel colored skin glowed with perfection. She turned to me and smiled, her 
brown eyes sparkling she said
"Hi, Mr. Jackson.... Happy belated Birthday." She reached into her brown handbag 
and pulled out a small book. "I thought you might like this.... It's not much but-"
"I love it." I awkwardly side hugged her, "Thank you so much, Is- Ms. Gonzalez."
Damn, I almost slipped again. 
I watched her take her seat, in the front row. Everything about her was perfect. But, 
there are boudaries since I'm the teacher.
"Good morning everybody." I said, everyone turned. All the girls smiled at me, 
except Isabella.
"Good morning, Professor Jackson." They all replyed. I turned I the chalkboard and 
began my lesson on Egypt.
 
Isabella's POV

Oh my god... He's so... I might burst! He hugged me! I sighed, blushing a deep red. 
Then Cindy, who was sitting behind me, gave me a note.
"' How did you get him to hug you?!'" I read to myself. I giggled, and wrote back
"' It was his birthday on August 29...'" 
I gave Cindy back the note and looked at Mr. Jackson. His back was turned, writing 
something on the chalkboard. I sighed again, how could anything ever be so sexy? 
I mean, he got everything! From his curly black hair, to his tan skin, to his lean 
body, to his ass... God, sometimes I just stair at that when he's turned around. It's 
kinda funny when he will walk into class with a boner, because he doesn't realize it 
until he catches me looking. Although, he dosent get mad, he just turns away, with 
a small smile.
Cindy passed me the note
"'Oh my god, did you see his ass? Isn't it fantastic?!:)'" I laughed alittle too loud, 
and Mr. Jackson turned around.
"Is there something funny?" he asked, his soft voice was like music to my ears. 
"No." I said, covering the note. He noticed.
"I will take that."
"Take what?"
"You know what."
"No I don't."
"The paper."
"What paper?"
Mr. Jackson grunted, "See me after class, young lady." he said, kinda pissed off.
Yes!!! Another 'talk'!!

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