Monday blues

As students trailed absentmindedly through the hallways of Brightsdale College, with lifeless eyes and hangovers to boot, it was certainly apparent that the Monday blues were in full effect. Groggily they went from classroom to classroom, where they would fold open their laptops or pull out their phones. The screens in front of them seemed to somewhat dilute the painful boredom they were constantly bombarded with, or at the very least, it managed to pass the time a little quicker. Richard Baker had a class full of them today, some of whom he recognized, others who had decided that today would be the first day they'd show up to class, about halfway through the school year. Richard decided to pay them no mind, focusing instead on those few still paying attention to him, Michael, for example. Michael always sat in the front during his lectures, the kid seemed really interested in history and was one of the few students Richard could rely to ask questions. He wasn't a great student in any other regard, in most of his classes Michael managed to squeak by with just the minimum amount of good grades necessary. He was far more focused on football. He was a running back, Richard thought, or maybe a wide receiver... he hadn't watched the school's football team play in a while.

"Alright everyone, as you all know, your essays are due next week. My mailbox will be open until Friday for any questions, but please don't ask me for any extensions or come running to me with some sorry excuse, I've heard them all and none of them have worked. Good luck." Richard was well aware that he wasn't many students favorite professor, throughout the years he had remained too strict, too by the book. He remembered Jean once making fun of him for it, telling him he was about as boring as the subject that he taught. Boring was okay, Richard thought, he'd much rather be boring than a push over. "Class dismissed." There was still some time on the clock, but Richard had noticed that even Michael was struggling to keep up with him this morning, so he felt there was no point in continuing on his lectures. Tomorrow would be better, he supposed.

Students began streaming out of his classroom, murmuring to one another about the weekend that they'd had, or the essay they had yet to start. In the back of the classroom Richard saw that Andre had to be woken up by another student, who shook him by the shoulder to notify him of the end of class. With his eyes still half shut Andre had risen from his seat slowly, revealing his impressive height. Richard thought the kid must be nearing seven foot tall, he was glad he wasn't responsible for feeding him. Whilst the last few students hurried out of the door, Richard sank into the chair behind his desk, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair and scratching the stubble itching on his chin. As he leaned back and readjusted the collar of his shirt, a figure came up from beside him.

"Professor, can I ask a quick question?" Richard sighed, recognizing the voice. Without looking up he leaned back over, resting his elbow on his desk and his face in the palm of his hand.

"Goddamnit Bri, you're not even in this class..." He did not have to look at her to see that she was smiling, Brianna delighted in making Richard uncomfortable. "What can I help you with?" Brianna had been getting more and more easygoing about their relationship, a fact that worried Richard to no end. he could not deny the fact that he had been enjoying every second he'd been spending with the girl, but God, could she be any more obvious?

"What? I can't come visit my favorite professor before my classes start? Don't be so negative Professor, I know you love seeing me, especially when I'm wearing this..." Richard looked up and saw Brianna standing next to him, twirling from left to right, showing off the light blue sundress she wore. Fuck, she looked good. Again Richard sighed, looking her up and down, seeing the satisfied grin appear on her pretty face. Her body was something else in the dress, though not even that revealing, still, it made her look like a woman.

Richard quickly peered over Brianna's shoulder, to see that the last of his students had left the classroom. "You look amazing darling, but please, I need you to stop just showing up like this all the time. It's getting harder and harder to explain why you're always here." As he said it Brianna immediately began pouting, forcibly and in jest, still she looked adorable as she did it.

"But Professor, I thought you liked it when I made it harder and harder?" A small giggle escaped her lips as Richard shook his head, the game she was playing was clearly working. Brianna shuffled over, pushing Richard's laptop aside and and sitting on the edge of the desk, as she had done just last week. With a promiscuous grin she looked down at him, softly running her hand along her leg, lifting the skirt of her dress ever so slightly. "Do you want me to leave, Professor?" her beauty was agonizing, her spirit addictive. Richard hadn't a clue what Brianna saw in him, but he thanked his lucky stars every day that she'd found it. As he sat back in his chair Richard caught a glance of the inside of Bri's upper thigh and memories of the softness of her skin came rushing over him.

"Of course I don't, darling, but you can't stay. I've got a meeting in a bit and no time to entertain you." Something in him told him to just drop everything and do whatever Brianna wanted, but luckily his wisdom prevailed. Again Brianna pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and pushing up her breasts slightly as she did, revealing a bit more of her cleavage. "I'll make it up to you soon, I promise."

"You better, I gave another guy a shot last Saturday but he barely managed to warm me up. I need you." Naturally the two of them weren't exclusive, still Richard did not enjoy hearing that Brianna had hooked up with someone else, the idea of it filled him with an unexpected anger. He managed to suppress it well enough, though Bri must've seen his face flush, as looked as she if she got the exact reaction she wanted. "Don't worry Professor, he's just some dumb jock, they're all the same. Lots of talk and nice to look at, but no fun to fuck." Brianna stood up from the edge of the desk and laid a hand on Richard's shoulder. "I prefer a real man, an older man, someone who knows how to take care of a woman."

Richard stood up as well, wrapping a hand around Brianna's lower back and pulling her in for a hug. She let her arms drape around his neck, kissing his cheek softly as they parted again, reluctantly. "Soon, I promise." Once more Brianna leaned over and kissed Richard quickly on the lips, before turning around to head to the door. As she walked away Richard couldn't help himself but lay a hand across her behind, spanking her playfully whilst she swayed her hips with every step she took. Brianna gasped happily, looking over her shoulder at him. "I'll call you darling." Richard said, standing besides his desk. Bri nodded her approval and put her hand on the door, but before she could open it, the door suddenly swung open, surprising them both. Brianna stepped back, making room for the silhouette standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hi Ms. Haas!" Brianna said, slightly dazzled, turning sideways to let Jean Haas pass.

"Good morning, you must be... Brianna?" the second she'd seen her, Jean's eyes had traveled all over Brianna's body, studying her every curve. Jean stepped into the classroom as Richard stood with a face like a tomato, his heart beating and thanking the Lord that it was Jean who had walked in.

"Yes ma'am, but you'll have to excuse me, I'm late for my first class." Brianna faced Richard once more. "Thanks again for helping me with the essay Professor, I can't afford another D" With that she turned around and walked away, letting the door fall closed behind her. Jean watched her leave, shaking her head as she approached Richard at his desk.

"Okay, old man, I totally get it..."