a look into the human psych {Will}

[naomipatridge]

It wasn't very often that there was a student in Naomi's Psych classes that needed extra help. But when a student did need help, that student was nine out of ten times a male student. That one out of ten meant she was dealing with a lesbian. Yes, Naomi had never had a student who truly, truly didn't understand the material. This was why when William Price- one of her best students, asked for help outside of class, she had her suspicions.

Being a younger, female (...attractive) teacher. You had a lot of students come onto you. Naomi liked to keep things semi-profession between herself and her students. So, most of the time, she wouldn't chase after any of these suspicions. But Will...

Well, for starters he was a football player. And Naomi had always had a thing for athletes. For another, one only needed to take a glance at Will to know that was a fine, fine piece of work. If she was going to get the opportunity to try that on, why not take it? And, hey, perhaps he really did need the extra help (doubtful). Either way, she'd set up the tutoring session, which they'd have at Will's dorm. (It's on campus, so y'know, that's still professional in a way, like yeah...)

She didn't bring along much for the session, just a paper-back edition of their main text book for the class- Exploring Psychology- and a notebook, in case William didn't have one lying around.

Fixing her hair casually in the elevator, and hiking (well, I shouldn't say hiking, she didn't pull it that far up) her skirt up a tad (just a teeny-tiny tad), she waited until she reached his floor on the dorm. She walked down the aisle of doors glancing back down to the number she'd written in her schedule-book. Glancing up after a moment as she approached the right door, she flicked her hair off her shoulder, adjusted her purse and knocked.

Keeping things totally professional...

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[WILLIAM PRICE]

Will was a smart guy. There wasn't a time in his life that he actually never had an F on his report card in his life or even had the need to go to tutoring. But he did need Ms. Naomi Patridge. She wasn't just for pleasure to him, but a trophy. He couldn't count how many guys he'd talk to about her that had attempted to hit that, but never got to because she shot them down. It'd be a lot on his ego if he could, though.

She had to know what she was in for, though. Will being one of the best students in the class and asking for tutoring had to be a little suspicious and maybe she'd heard his reputation anyways at this school. It'd be easier if she knew what the deal was, and didn't play stupid when she arrived.

Will had decided he would let temptation run it's course if he was already half naked and still looked fresh while doing it. It sounded cheesy. Leaving your shirt off, but in his passed times in situations similar to this, it had worked along with his charm.

The knock at the door made him smirk. Taking one last look in the mirror, Will situated his snap back and looked over himself, and then pulled the door open. Will let his eyes wonder over her with a sly pearly white smile and stepped aside for her to come in. "Ms. Patridge...fine as ever."

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