Green leaf mentality, Volume
I J Stinington
Published by I J Stinington,
This is a work of fiction.
Similarities to real people, places, or
events are entirely
edition. April 15, 2017.
© 2017 I J Stinington.
Written by I J Stinington.
Also by I J Stinington
Green leaf mentality
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
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
“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 that 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
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
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
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
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 even further as he lodged his way
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…”
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