NOTE:
This is a departure from my usual stories, I just wanted to write something short and fun! If you all like it, I may write a few more chapters, but for now it's just a standalone. Let me know if you like it, please leave a comment or send feedback, I love hearing from readers! Enjoy!
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As the sound of mumbling students and rustling bags grew louder, Ron Fuller looked up from the whiteboard he was writing on to check the clock. Class had run a few minutes over yet again, and students were getting antsy.
He turned from the board to face his class. Rows of stadium seating were packed with students, a few who'd arrived late forced to stand to the side to take notes. A month ago, this history class only took up a little over half of the seats, and he had trouble with too many open seats up front. Today, Ron had an overflowing class more that had more than doubled in size. Two weeks ago, the other History 110 professor, Mrs. Grange, was fired; given that it's a few weeks into the semester, rather than drop her students from the class, the school decided to just put her students in Ron's class. This resulted in the surplus of students he was staring at today, all eagerly glancing between him, the clock, and the door.
"Sorry, why don't we call it a day. You can all take off." He waved his hands, signaling for everyone to make for the door. Ever since he got the new students, he'd been working to play catch-up to make sure everyone was on the same page, and it frequently resulted in him going passed the end time.
As students filed out, Ron walked to his desk, taking a seat in his swivel chair. He straightened his tie and fixed his shirt, which had partially untucked itself while he wrote on the board. He stared at the looming stack of papers on his desk, all quizzes he had to grade by the end of the week.
"Mr. Fuller?" One student had stayed behind as the rest of the class cleared out. Ron figured someone needed help with the homework, and was surprised to look up and see a perky young woman leaning against his desk. She was thin, but not underweight, and looked a little short. She had the body and build of a cheerleader, with the blonde hair to match. Her hair fell past her shoulders, and she brushed some of it behind her ear when she spoke again. "Mr. Fuller, I wanted to thank you for the lesson today." She said warmly.
"Oh, of course." Ron replied. He was surprised a student was actually talking to him, and to show gratitude for once rather than argue about a grade.
"I thought the stuff about Edison was especially interesting. You really bring it all to life so well!" She had a blue backpack slung over one shoulder and was holding the textbook with both arms.
"Well thank you, I'm glad someone's getting something out of it." He quipped. After his class size doubled, he'd struggled to keep everyone's attention.
"I know it's probably difficult for you, considering how big of a class it is." As she said this, the student crossed from in front of the desk to the side, now only a few feet to Ron's left. She leaned against the desk, barely sitting on the edge, just resting her rear end on it. Ron admired her round butt in her denim short shorts. He felt his cock twitch, starting to stir in his pants; he tried to casually situate himself, moving his briefcase from his desk to his lap to cover anything up. She shot him a smile, and he felt his cheeks flush. He worried that she may have caught him looking.
"Er, what did you say your name was? Sorry, with the class so large, sometimes I have trouble remembering." He tried to act like nothing had happened.
"Molly," she hopped off the desk and took one step closer to him, extending her hand. He shook her hand and noticed how small it was compared to his. Where his hand was larger and callused, her hand was delicate and soft, maybe even recently moisturized.
"Nice to meet you Molly, thanks again for the feedback." Ron gave her a polite smile from his seat, and she beamed back at him.
"Of course! I just wanted to reassure you that you're helping at least one student out." Molly shrugged. "I bet you're under a lot of stress." She took another step towards him, now maybe a foot from his chair.
"Well, uh, yes, with the increase in class size, I've, um, been a bit more stressed lately..." His voice caught in his throat as the unthinkable happened: Molly knelt to the floor and inched towards his lap.
"Well, I don't want my professor to be too overwhelmed..." She looked up at him with big doe eyes. "How about I help you de-stress, and relieve some pressure?" She parted his knees and ran her hands up his thighs. At this point, his cock was fully alive, concealed, pressing hard against the briefcase in his lap.
"Oh, um, I don't — I mean, we shouldn't—" Ron stammered, feeling his heart stop as Molly picked up the briefcase on his lap and placed it on the desk. She gasped when she saw his pants tented, encouraging her to keep going.
