Bearly Passing: Saylor and Ryan by Roxxy Muldoon

Chapter One
    S aylor sighed, chewing on the end of her pencil. Astronomy was her last class of the day and the lengthening days of spring did not help her focus. She was tired! Running a hand through her long, light brown hair, Saylor did her best to pay attention to the lecture.
    Professor Ryan Paulson talked about the constellations that were now visible in the spring. He gestured excitedly at the diagram displayed on the screen. Saylor sighed. Her professor was another big distraction. He was hot.
    He dressed like a total geek, he had that much in common with her other professors. For this lecture, he sported a white shirt and black tie under a forest green sweater and too tight khakis. Not an outfit most people could pull-off. Yet somehow, Professor Paulson looked good, really good.
    Saylor's eyes wandered from the diagram of the night sky on the screen to looking-this-good-in-khakis-should-be-illegal Professor Paulson. His broad shoulders threatened to burst out of his sweater every time he pointed at the screen, muscles barely visible through his clothes. His stance was strong and movements confident, as though he played football in high school.
    The sweater pulled tight across his stomach, and Saylor could just make out abs under a thing coating of pudge. She smiled, imagining how he looked without his shirt. A little pudge never hurt anyone, especially after a long winter. It was Michigan, after all, who didn't gain a few pounds of blubber to shield the cold. Saylor certainly had. She shifted in her seat, jeans pulling tightly at her own belly.
    Saylor moved her gaze down, abandoning thoughts about her Professor's possession, or lack, of toned abdominals. She found herself staring at the fabric pulled too tight around his lower region. She hated khakis, as a rule, but was learning to love them on Professor Paulson. The unforgiving fabric left little to the imagination, and when the professor stood the right way she could make out a distinct, and large, bulge.
    Not that she really would know what to do with it if the barricaded bulge presented itself. Twenty years old and the only sexual encounter Saylor could boast was clumsy fumbling in the back of her high school boyfriend's car after graduation. He finished after a measly sixty seconds and they broke up shortly after. Her busy school life plus shy disposition made it just short of impossible to get a boyfriend. Still though, the things she wouldn't give to-
    "Perhaps Saylor can tell us," said Professor Paulson.
    Saylor yanked her gaze from the tempting bulge between the professor's legs and met his twinkling green eyes. Heat pooled in her cheeks and, most embarrassingly, between her legs.
    "Um," said Saylor, berating herself for not being more eloquent, "I'm sorry, can you please repeat the question?"
    Professor Paulson smiled at her from the front of the lecture hall. Astronomy 101 was a large course, and they were in a room with stadium seating. Saylor was just one of over one hundred in the room, but when the professor looked at her with those bright green eyes, she felt like they were the only people in the entire university.
    He ran a hand through his perpetually untidy brown hair. His hair stuck up at all angles, reminding Saylor of post-sex bedhead. Her blush deepened.
    "I asked the class what constellations can be seen in the spring time," said Professor Paulson, his low voice honey in her ears. "Can you help us out?"
    Saylor flipped through her notes. She knew she had written this down last night, it was in the reading. Where was it... oh! There!
    "Bootes, Corvus," she blurted, "Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Cancer, Scorpius-"
    "Whoa, whoa, very good! That's enough for now," the professor said, winking at her.
    Saylor thought she would melt, right there, in the middle of a lecture hall.
    "As we went over in this lecture," he continued, "there are now celestial bodies that were unavailable to us before. That is why your homework this evening will be to go out,