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  College Fantasy

  Green leaf mentality, Volume 2

  I J Stinington

  Published by I J Stinington, 2017.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or

  events are entirely coincidental.

  COLLEGE FANTASY

  First edition. April 15, 2017.

  Copyright © 2017 I J Stinington.

  Written by I J Stinington.

  Also by I J Stinington

  Green leaf mentality

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  The sound of students filtering into the classroom, made Ray grimace. After thirty years of teaching, he was ready to hang up his ruler and retire early. He looked up and glared at the two young men running into the classroom, laughing and carrying on, all whilst playfully hitting one another. This was no place for monkeying around and they never fully understood that. When they didn’t stop, he gave them the firm, Boys!

  They turned to him and almost gave him a glare in response. He rolled his eyes and went back to looking through some essays on his desk. They weren’t exactly boys, they were supposed to be men. Yet, he’d gradually discovered how much times had changed over the years, as his students seemed to lessen their maturity over time.

  He looked back up as a few other students came into his room and his eyes fell on Chelsea Waverly. She was an exception to the rule. Her maturity seemed to surpass most middle-aged women. At the ripe age of twenty-two, she was a different kind of breed…a different kind of student. She looked up as his thoughts swayed to her. She smiled at him, then took her usual place in the second row.

  His eyes followed to where she sat and he had to be cautious that she didn’t notice him staring. She caught his eye and then he looked down, thoughts of her plagued his mind, making her one reason he could even fathom going into work each day.

  He waited for the clock to strike eight o’clock and then walked over to the door and shut it, making it slam a little harder just to jerk everyone from their chatter. There were a few groans in the classroom as he went back to his podium. “Open up your History books to Chapter Eleven and we’ll go over the impact the Civil War had on our freedom.” He scanned his eyes over the students and his eyes met with Chelsea’s. She was watching him, as he had noticed lately. A little more heat in her stare, a little more depth in her body movements. Her eyes dipped to his mouth and he smiled, noting that she was definitely someone he’d bang if given the opportunity. It was clear that she was fantasizing about him, too.

  He cleared his throat, needing to get that thought out of his mind and back on the class. He started to read through the chapter, then pulled up his power point presentation he had put together. When he was done, he had a small question and answer session over what the chapter stated. As he asked each question, it was customary to go to the ones that raised their hands, prominently stating they knew the answer. However, Ray liked to do it the difficult way. He liked to go to those that he figured weren’t paying attention. On this particular day, he sought out Chelsea’s hand. She was waving it around, proving she knew the answer.

  “Ms. Waverly?” he called out.

  She put her hand down and sat up straight. “During 1860 to 1870 the impacts that occurred with the wealth of the Northern and Southern division, is that the Northern wealth increased by fifty percent and the Southern wealth decreased by sixty percent.” She smiled, completing her response.

  “Very good, Ms. Waverly.” He turned back to his book and he heard a few students snickering and mimicking him with, very good, Ms. Waverly. He chose to ignore it. The pressure in his pants with his cock resting against his zipper made him feel uneasy, but it was clear that other students were jealous of his unique tone with the female student. That wasn’t any of their concern. He treated those with respect when they deserved respect and Chelsea deserved to have his respect. That was what mattered.

  ***

  The sound of his voice sometimes gave her a chill that ran up and down her spine and in a good way, for that matter. She didn’t know when it happened, but one day she found herself sexually attracted to the older Professor. He was in his mid-fifties, which made him more than thirty years older than her and a part of her questioned if that was why she was drawn to him.

  With his grayish hair coloring and a touch of a beard, along with his slight beer belly, he might not seem like the ideal catch to the typical woman in her twenties, but Chelsea found him distinguished and she didn’t care what others thought of him. She casually looked up as he was reading through the textbook, then following along with his notes. Her eyes fell to his lips and she pictured him kissing her, while she was naked and resting against him. When he spoke, it was like he was only speaking to her and that wasn’t just because she was probably the only one listening. She moved her eyes to his and he seemed to take note, focusing his attention on her. He stared at her in a longing and eager way. She observed that immediately.

  Chelsea smiled, showing him that she was listening and she would always listen to him, no matter what he had to say. He stepped out from behind his podium and Chelsea’s eyes instinctively went down to his crotch. It was there, hidden, but appearing to grow in his pants. She blushed, realizing she was looking way too long, then looked back at her book. She took a deep breath. She had to get her mind out of the gutter and back to her class, so she wouldn’t miss a minute of anything important.

  She flipped onto the next page and heaved a sigh. She nonchalantly looked back up and once again his eyes were connected to her seat. She remained in that position until he moved onto a different section in the book and seemed oblivious to her. She searched the section for where he was now reading and sunk back in her chair. It wasn’t like she would do anything to press forward with her attraction of the older professor, but that couldn’t stop her from thinking about it.

  She didn’t look back up until the class was over and he dismissed them. She breathed a sigh of relief. Some days seemed to be more difficult than others for her. Today seemed to be one of those difficult days, with her fighting the attraction and her brain telling her she didn’t want to.

  She gathered her books and got up from her seat; most of the class had already trickled out of there. “Ms. Waverly?” She heard him call her name and she took her eyes to him.

  “Yes?” she asked, approaching him and feeling a bit nervous.

  “I wanted to go over the essay that you wrote over The Most Influential Man in America.”

  “Oh,” she slowly stated. She had written the essay on George Washington and she just worried that maybe he wouldn’t like the essay. Her knees felt a bit wobbly as she stood there. “Is there a problem?” she asked.

  He looked up and there was a slight smile on his face. That was something that most people didn’t get to see his smile. He quickly shook his head. “No problem. I just wanted to personally tell you that you did a wonderful job. It’s the best paper I’ve read this semester.”

  She blushed. “Thank you, Mr. Braxton,” she said.

  He grinned. “Please…you know I told everyone to call me Ray. That especially goes for you.” She looked up and he winked at her. Her jaw dropped slightly. She had to psychoanalyze his response, but there was definitely a hidden meaning there.

  “I will remember that Ray,” she said. She stood there awkwardly and then finally inched away from his desk. “I should be going. See you tomorrow.”

  He nodded, but then reached out and touched her arm. “Do you have another class?” he asked.

  She slowly shook her head. “Not until this afternoon.”

  He shrugged. “Then do you have to go right now?”

  It was an unusual request t
hat he made for her. She shrugged. “Not really, but…” her voice trailed off.

  He moved out around his desk and stood in front of her. “I think you like me, Chelsea.” He moved in closer and she felt a little shaky with his closeness. “I’m open to seeing what could happen between us if you want that.” Again, he winked.

  She backed up. Her honest thoughts were that she wanted that. She wanted all her fantasies to come true, but she was nervous about committing to it.

  “Am I wrong?” Ray asked her.

  She thought about it, but before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her. She was startled by the move he made. She pulled back. The classroom door was open and anyone could walk in. “I…I…I can’t,” she mumbled. She turned away and hurried out of the classroom. She stopped once she got to the hallway and she touched her chest. Her heartbeat was slamming in her chest as she had to come back to reality. It was crazy to consider it, but she knew that she wanted to be back in that classroom. She just might have to talk to him the next day.

  ***

  Ray couldn’t sleep that night as he tossed and turned and thought about Chelsea. He would be seeing her the next day and he didn’t want it to be uncomfortable, but he also didn’t want her to feel pressured into doing anything, even though he had a feeling that she wanted it as much if not more than he did.

  He got to school the next day and started working in the classroom, all the while still thinking about the woman in his classroom that could rock his world. When the students started coming back into the classroom, he looked to the door and waited for her to come in. Student after student took their seat and still there was no Chelsea. He frowned, worried that she wouldn’t show up for class. He kept looking up at the classroom clock on the wall to see if it was time for class to start, then he would turn his attention to the door and wait some more.

  When the clock turned to eight o’clock, his stomach fell. He headed over to the door and started to shut the door when she got there and slipped inside. She looked at him. “Sorry I’m late,” she mumbled.

  He shrugged. “That’s alright!” He then smiled to himself that she was there and shut the door, then turned back to the class. When he looked to the second floor, Chelsea was now doing her best not to look at him. He tried not to worry about that, then went over to his book. “Turn to Chapter Thirteen and read to yourselves,” he ordered. He sat down behind his desk, but couldn’t take his eyes off of Chelsea. He needed her and he wanted her. He only hoped that he would finally get his chance.

  ***

  Her eyes stayed off of him for the first part of the class, but the longer she tried to not look at him, the more she craved him. She eventually settled in to watching him and imagining him touching her, caressing her, kissing her, and fulfilling her. The way he kissed her the previous day, she felt like nothing would ever feel that same way again. However, she vowed that she would not make the first move. She just hoped she hadn’t scared him away when she ran off after the kiss.

  When the class ended, she slowly gathered her things, wanting all the other students to be completely gone, giving Ray the opportunity to pursue her. She grabbed her bag and got up, then looked towards Ray. To her relief, he was looking at her. She smiled and started to move towards the door when he halted her with his harsh words.

  “Ms. Waverly? Do you have something to say?”

  Chelsea turned around and shot him a look. She shook her head. “No. Do you?” she asked. Her voice was a little shaky and that’s when she spotted a smirk on his lips.

  He shrugged. “Perhaps!” He snickered softly and then she watched him as he went over to the door and shut it, then locked it. He then turned around and moved back to where she stood. “If I kiss you, will you run?” he asked. Again, there was a smirk on his lips.

  She shrugged. “Guess there’s only way to find out,” she said, a bit seductively she noticed.

  He wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her to him. Their lips met and she dropped her bag, where they stood. She wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss, while his tongue dove between her lips. She parted from the kiss and panted, locking eyes with him. He then grabbed her hand and pulled her after him. They went into the backroom and then he turned back to her and went back to kissing her.

  He put his hands on the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up, revealing her breasts. She parted from the kiss, so the shirt could go up over her head, then went back to the kiss. She started to undo his dress shirt, then tugged it from his pants. When the last button was undone, she slipped it off of his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. She ran her hands down his beer-induced belly and rested her hands on the button of his pants. She undid it and then pulled it down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and then his pants. He touched the zipper of her skirt and drug it down, then pulled off her skirt.

  She stepped out of her shoes and then she grabbed onto his boxer shorts and tugged them off of him. She pulled back from the kiss, so she could look at his cock and her eyes widened. He was fully erect and his girth was about three times how she envisioned. She smiled and then her eyes went to him. He was surveying her body and he looked pleased. She slid off her bra, while he stared at her, then pulled down her panties and kicked them off.

  “Wow!” he breathlessly stated. That made Chelsea smile. She walked over to the desk that was behind him and his eyes followed her every move. She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the desk, then turned her legs around and laid down on top of the desk. She glanced at him and he was grinning like a schoolboy. He walked over to her and got on top of the desk. He moved on top of her and leaned down, planting a kiss on her lips. This time, her tongue drove into his mouth and they were connected for a while, kissing and then moving his hands down her arms and touching her.

  He slid his tongue once more against hers, then parted from the kiss and started trailing kisses down her body. He kissed her from her collarbone and downward. When he got to her chest, he put attention on her breasts, latching his lips onto her right nipple and sucking with greediness. While he sucked on her right nipple, he tweaked her left nipple with his fingers. She moaned, arching her back and rejoicing in the feel of his manly lips on her tits.

  As his lips moved further South, he reached her feminine patch. He gently pulled her legs to the side and started to kiss her hard nub. He ran his tongue along her clit and she released a growl. Chelsea grabbed onto his head, while his tongue inched in deeper and she ground her hips against his face. He thrashed his tongue inside her and she bucked her hips up. His tongue pounded into her, sending her over the edge and causing her to drop her fists from his head and grabbing onto the desk. She let out a scream and bounced her body against him, while he plowed his tongue in and out of her pussy.

  Her body was tense, as she tried to control the strength of her orgasm, but it was useless. She started to shake and move her body harder against him and then her juices gushed out of her and she had to catch her breath. She laid there panting and staring up at the ceiling in the backroom. She shivered, releasing the last of her cum in between his lips. He licked her pussy and gathered up all her juices, then kissed the inners of her thighs, while she controlled her breathing.

  He pulled himself up and kissed her and she could feel the head of his cock rubbing against her shaking leg. Chelsea couldn’t believe how much she longed for him to enter her. She kept her legs spread apart in hopes that he would initiate that next. His tongue prodded back in between her lips and he kissed her, then held her was he only seemed to get more aroused.

  Her heartrate picked up as she waited for him to enter her. He shifted himself, while the kiss continued. His cock rested against her slit. She groaned, then breathlessly parted from the kiss. “Please…” she begged. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. He laughed and that’s all he needed to hear her say. He eased the head of his cock into her pussy. She smiled and gasped, but then settled into a rhythm. He completely filled her up with his size and girth, expanding e
ven further as he lodged his way in.

  He started picking up his pace as he moved in deeper and touched the back of me, then drove into me with a wild force. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him. She then broke from his lips and a scream escaped. “Oh God!” she cried. “Ray…harder…ugh…” she moaned.

  He acknowledged each cry with a quick plunge and a harder thrust. His cock slammed into her, touching her walls. He was pounding into her with so hard, as she groaned with pleasure. He reached his hands down and landed on her ass cheeks, squeezing her ass with each plunge of his manhood.

  Chelsea didn’t know how much more she could take as she wrapped her arms around him and forced him in deeper. Her toes curled and she cried out, digging her nails into his back. She felt her stomach clench as he groaned on top of her and then he shivered on top of her and his seed shot into her, while her own orgasm wrapped around her body. They rocked their hips together, keeping the embrace going as he flooded his cum into her pussy.

  He collapsed on top of her and her racing heart rested against his chest. They were both all sweaty as he pulled himself up and looked into her deep blue eyes. “How’d that compare to your fantasies,” he breathlessly asked.

  Chelsea’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t expected him to make note of knowing that she was fantasizing about him. She then laughed and nodded. “This was so much better.” She wrapped her arm around him and pulled him down. Their lips reconnected and she thought about the next time they could share in the after class activity.