New found vigor

George was making good time, his golf cart was carrying him with excellent speed and the thoughts of Jenny were keeping his spirits high. As he rounded a corner, his speed nearly toppling the cart over, George heard the old familiar screaming of his walkie talkie. Although it seemed to be spewing some ancient forgotten language, it actually was just English. George luckily understood it well enough, deciphering that the classroom he was supposed to be going to was Miss Goldstein’s history class. He had been wondering what Melissa was up to, although he felt as though their interaction would be more paint and paintbrushes and less whips and high heels.With time to spare George made it to the main school building, he gathered all the supplies he needed and climbed the stairs to the front door.

Once inside George was reminded why he was glad that he wasn’t a student at Brightsdale college. All the halls, rooms and stairs were like a maze to get through. He had obviously worked in the building before and ‘worked’ especially hard in the principal’s office, but he still barely had a clue where Melissa’s classroom was. A familiar face saw him clearly struggling and whistled to him to come over. George went down a hallway straight in front of him, walked towards a desk that sat outside of the principal’s office and greeted the woman sitting behind it happily. Barbara, Cindy’s secretary sat typing away at her computer, “one second George.” George put down some of the stuff he was lumbering around. Barbara seemed to finish whatever sentence she was writing and looked up at him, “so, you look lost, where do you need to go?” Barbara was normally very shy, George had run into her a couple times around campus and she usually averted her gaze. But it looked as though that when she was hard at work, all those habits just slipped away. “Thank you Barbara, you look wonderful today. I’m actually looking for Miss Goldstein’s history class?” The compliment George gave her did the trick and immediately Barbara turned from a confident, short haired blonde, somewhere in her mid to late thirties, to a shy, blushing teenager. She giggled as George continued. “I really like what you’ve done with your hair, it’s very pretty.” George now leaned on her desk, looking the woman up and down. She really did look great, a milf for sure. “T-thank y-you George, it’s up the stairs one floor and to the right, classroom 134.” Barbara’s hand was on the desk and George reached out to hold it, he gave it a small squeeze and said: “thank’s so much, you’re a doll.” Barbara giggled again and her skin flushed even more red. George grabbed all his tools and paints and made for the stairs.

Lugging all his supplies up the stairs was a hassle but once George found the actual classroom, he realized the hassle wasn’t over yet. He opened the door with his elbow and immediately threw down everything he was carrying. The classroom was big, really big. It could probably fit upwards of 100 students at a time. Most of it looked in fine shape though, lots of new desks and chairs. It was the wall in the front of the class that was the real problem, it seemed as though someone had neglected to ever paint it. It was all made up of big grey concrete blocks, which reminded George slightly of prison. He had hoped to see Melissa in the classroom, but unfortunately she wasn’t there. She did however leave a note on her desk. Even her handwriting was sexy: ‘George, I moved into this classroom recently and found that the state of it was less than adequate to teach in. I need my students inspired and ready to learn, not bored out of their minds. I plan to hang some posters and artwork, but I would like you to paint the wall first first. White paint will do just fine. Thank you for your hard work George and who knows? Maybe I’ll thank you personally soon…' He couldn’t pretend to be looking forward to the work, but the thought of Melissa ‘thanking him personally’ excited George beyond belief. With new found vigor George got set to prepare the classroom for a new paint job, it was still pretty early in the day, so if he hustled he might just get it all done before the end of his shift.