It's mid-morning and Devonte is awake. It's a few days before his graduation and he's excited. Not only because he's starting an internship at his dream job, but there's a party for the seniors. He can't wait!
With his shower taken, he's standing in front of his closet figuring what to wear. He decides to wear a long sleeve pull over white and purple shirt, black fitted jeans and his Nike Air Force. With deodorant and cologne on, he's dress. He stares into the full-length mirror admiring his attire. His wavy hair brush and his goatee perfectly cut neat. He smiles as he knows he looks good.
He can't wait for the party. It's going to be huge! His fraternity Alpha Phi Alpha is the one leading this event. It's for seniors and faculty members only! Flyers were sent through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and etc. For people who doesn't use social media, the flyers were hand out and/or left on cars. Devonte thought about giving his professor Mrs. Anderson an invite, but he worries she would decline.
He has a huge crush on her. Months of fantasizing about being with her. This beautiful, smart, incredibly sexy woman with the hour glass figure invades his dreams often. I hope we can get together before the end of the day, he thinks as he wonders what she's doing right now.
On the other side of town, Mrs. Anderson just finished cooking breakfast. She woke up early. She wants to make sure she at least gives herself the morning pampering. A relaxing bath with aromatherapy candles with lavender bath bombs. After her bath, she moisturized her body with coconut oil and shea butter with perfume oil mixed together. When she goes downstairs to the kitchen, she makes grits, eggs, bacon, sausage and buttermilk biscuits. Her children come down and begin eating while she waits for her husband. He comes down after the children leave to go to school.
"Good morning honey," she greets handing him a cup of coffee.
"Morning," he responds dryly.
He grabs the cup and sits down without giving her a kiss. She sighs softly as she makes his plate and places it in front of him. He starts digging into the food.
"I received a phone call from the dean asking me to come in today," she says.
She's making small talk. Her way of getting attention.
"Really, school is unofficially over for the seniors, right?" he questions.
She shrugs her shoulders.
"Yeah, I find it weird, but he needs me to come in," she says.
He shrugs his shoulders as his phone vibrates. He doesn't answer it as he stares at his wife nervously.
"Something wrong?" she asks.
He stands up with the phone in his hand.
"It must be work related," he chuckles nervously.
She folds her arms across her chest and stares at him.
"Okay, go handle your business," she tells him.
He walks next to her and gives her a quick peck on her cheek before almost running out of the house. She heads to the living room and watches him as he gets in his car. He doesn't drive away yet as he talks on the phone first. Her gut is telling her he's cheating on her, but she needs proof. She'll get the proof once the private detective confirms her suspicion.
She heads to her bedroom. She stares at the many arrays of clothing she can choose from in her closet. After a few minutes, she decides to wear dark blue skinny jeans, tan color over the knee stacked heel boots and a tan button down v neck top that hugs her huge breasts. She put her hair in a bun and lightly apply makeup. She grabs her purse and car keys as she heads out.
Meanwhile in the classroom of the university, Devonte is sitting in the front row. A seat he's been sitting since the semester began. He talks with the other students about their gift they brought for Mrs. Anderson.
"I hope she likes it," he tells them.
"I think she'll be happy we thought about her," one student says.
They talk among themselves until they hear the familiar sounds of her heels in the hallway.
"She's coming," a student whispers loudly.
Everyone sit at their chair and wait for her. She walks into the classroom smiling her brilliant smile. Devonte mouth drops as he stares at her. She places her purse on the desk when she notices Devonte staring at her.
"Is everything alright, Devonte?" she asks.
He blinks several times before nodding; yes.
"Sorry Mrs. Anderson, but you look beautiful today. I mean, you look beautiful every day. It's just," he pauses as he looks for support from his classmates.
"I think he meant to say, it's not every day you wear jeans. So, you look great. The whole outfit looks great. Is there a special occasion?" a student finishes for him.
She stares at Devonte before putting her focus on the class.
"To be honest, I wasn't planning to come in today until the dean called and asked. And with today being an unofficial last day of school, I decided to wear this," she tells them.
"Ok, so anyway, good morning everyone," she greets.
They respond.
"Well, first off, congratulations to everyone on passing all classes with the highest grades we had in three years," she pauses as she claps her hands.
Some of the students begin to blush while others smile at their accomplishments.
"I want to say I'm very proud of each of you. You have made this an easy semester for me. Which has me wondering why you came in today," she smiles.
One of the students stand up.
"We came in today to say thank you and give you this," she says as she makes her way to the front.
The girl hands her a box.
"You helped us a lot. Many of us thought we were going to fail not only your class, but a few others. You tutor us on the weekends. How many professors would do that?" the student stares at her classmates.
They nod in agreement. Mrs. Anderson opens the box. Inside is a plaque. She lifts it and holds it closely to her as she reads.
"To the greatest professor any student would be honor to have. Thank you, Mrs. Anderson".
Her eyes get watery as she stares at everyone.
"Thank you so much. This is beautiful. Now you have me emotional. This is so sweet," she pauses as she stares at the plaque again.
"Thank you, everyone. I'll cherish this forever," she says as she hugs the girl.
Devonte wishes he was the one who received the hug. He should had given her the plaque like the students suggested.
"Other than the wonderful plaque, is there anything else you need or questions to ask?" she waits to see if anyone would respond.
After a minute, students are shaking their head. She smiles.
"Well, for the last time, I can say, class dismissed," she announces.
The students grab their belongings and each one says their goodbyes. Eventually, it's only her and Devonte in the classroom. He stands up and walk towards her.
"Mrs. Anderson, I'm going to miss you. Thank you for being a great and helpful professor," he tells her.
"I'm glad that I can help a great student. You take care of yourself," she says.
She opens her arms and Devonte walks to her. He pulls her to him and hugs her tight. Her huge breasts pressing on his chest. Damn, he feels good and strong, she thinks. Against her better judgement, she moans softly. He pulls back and stares at her. A desire to kiss her is heighten. He leans in and kisses her. She moans again as she deepens the kiss. Devonte presses his body on hers as his cock begins to grow. It's pressing on her crotch. Guilt hits her like a brick. She tears her lips from him and pushes him back.
"I'm so sorry, Devonte. I, I, I shouldn't have done that," she says frantically.
Her eyes searching for her purse as she walks around the desk keeping her distance from him. She grabs it. Without looking at him, she leaves the classroom in a rush. He touches his lips as it still tingles from the kiss. He licks his lips as he tastes her lip gloss. He stares at the now close door as a smirk creeps on his face.
"I'm going to have her one way or another," he murmurs.
Mrs. Anderson goes into her office and closes the door. She locks it as she heads to her desk. Her heart is racing. She covers her face with her hands as she recalls what she did.
"I can't believe I kiss him. What the hell was I thinking?" she whispers.
She goes into one of her drawers and pulls out a small bottle of Hennessy. She takes one of the cups that's in the same drawer, but changes her mind. She drinks it from the bottle. The cognac burns her throat.
"I'm in so much trouble. What will happen if he tells someone? I can lose my job," she says.
She takes another long drink of the brown liquid. Her mind goes back to the hug and kiss. She had known Devonte wants her. From the first day in class, she saw how he was staring at her. The desire he has for her is obvious. She knows he's a smart and handsome guy, but she wouldn't consider cheating on her husband. It just wrong!
Her phone begins vibrating. She picks it up and sees it's from the private detective she hired.
"Hello," she greets.
"Hello, Mrs. Anderson, I'm calling to give you an update of what I found. The news isn't good. Your suspicions were correct. He's not being faithful. I'll send you the evidence as soon as I hang up," he tells her.
She sighs sadly.
"I had a feeling. Thank you, sir. I'll forward you the rest of the money. Thank you very much," she tells him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. I'll send them to you now. Try to have a good day," he ends the call.
Seconds later, her phone vibrates again. She checks it to see the photos and videos of her husband infidelity. Her instincts told her correctly. She's devasted, but not heartbroken. She's not in love with him anymore so why hold on to this marriage. Tomorrow morning, she will file for divorce. She places her phone in her purse and stands. It's then that she notices a paper under her door. She walks over and picks it up. It reads;
SENIORS PARTY! ALL SENIORS AND FACULTY ARE WELCOME. COME LET'S ENJOY OUR LAST DAY TOGETHER. FOOD, DRINKS AND LOTS OF FUN! HEAD TO THE RISLEY DINING ROOM.
"I wonder who put this under my door?" she asks.
She shrugs her shoulders and decides to go to this party. Might as well. She's in no rush to go home anyway. But before going, she call her husband.
"Hey honey, is class over?"
She rolls her eyes at his voice.
"Yes, it is, but I'm going to the party the school is having. I need you to watch the children," she tells him.
"Of course dear. Have fun. I'll see you later," he responds.
She ends her call.
"I hope they have liquor," she murmurs.
