The Art of Lust - Part 1
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I was almost late that morning, so I walked to the back of the lecture hall which was almost empty and that was no wonder. No matter how early the lecture started most of professor Warren’s students were always early, taking all the front rows to have a better look at him. Those students, including me, were mostly female. I sighed, mourning the opportunity to be closer to him, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, I was all alone there, so there would be ho whispers around me and I would be able to hear his voice clearly.
His subject had nothing to do with my major. I never had any interest in art – it seemed to be the case for most of the students in this lecture hall. Just like me, they just wanted to listen as an attractive man like Professor Warren would talk about the way lust was depicted in art because, honestly, who wouldn’t want to see that? I already admitted to myself that I was shallow for doing that, so there was no more guilt. I was just enjoying watching him, witnessing him talk and say the words that made me shiver.
Finally, the doors have opened and he walked inside. Professor Warren or, as he asked us to call him, Sean, didn’t even look at the audience as he made his way to the desk and put on his laptop on it. It felt almost deliberate the way he wouldn’t give us a single look, maybe giving us a chance to enjoy the view of him without being ashamed.
Sean barely stepped foot in his thirties, but he already looked like a well-shaped man, unlike our peers. He wore tailored pants and shirts that let all of us see the outline of the firm muscles on his chest and his strong arms. Sometimes he would roll up his sleeves, making all the girls swoon, which was so silly, but also admittedly hot.