It was coming to the end of the semester and all the students suddenly started to care about the class. As I started packing up after class, I was already getting question after question. Annoyed, I told them to follow me to my office; at least I'd be able to lose some of the apathetic ones. Not that I didn't care about my students, but if they didn't put the effort in there was nothing I could do. It wasn't high school history anymore, and it hit a lot of freshmen hard. I was a professor, not a babysitter.
"Uh..Professor, I need to drop this class."
"You can't, we only have a week left," I muttered.
"Uh.. Can't you just write that I was never here?"
"Well you never really were, but I'd suggest you talk to administration. Or pray real hard before your final," I warned.
The kid just shrugged and left. I looked at the long line of similar faces and sighed, not before catching a glimpse of Mellissa in the back. I felt almost bad for her; she had emailed me earlier asking to see a grade printout since her logon had been on the fritz. No sense in her waiting behind 12 other students for something that would take two seconds. I made eye contact and motioned for her to cut the line. She just smiled mouthing "it's okay," before shyly before turning around to investigate the wall decorations. One perk of being a history teacher is that medieval weaponry on your walls isn't strange.
The next student I talked to started fumbling through her notes, looking for a lost detail of lecture from weeks ago. My eye drifted back to Mellissa. She had come from the private school a few miles away, and she had kept the uniform. It wasn't uncommon, for a K-12 school, most of the girls out of there continued the habit. There were actually a few other students in line with the same outfit, although they were past the stature for it. Mellissa was one of the few girls who had escaped the freshmen fifteen and filled her uniform well and college had loosened her up a bit. Her pleated plaid skirt seemed a little too short, but her white stockings went up and over her knee to cover some extra leg. Her white blouse was loosened by a couple of buttons and I chuckled to see her nails were painted as they combed through her hair. By college standards she was modest but I know she would've been smacked if her old headmistress saw her. I don't know why, but I felt rejuvenated by the idea.
"Professor Cobalt? You said that the English were the first to use long bows, but Wikipedia says..."
I groaned as I came back down to earth. A few students in line caught my disappointment and laughed. Mellissa turned around and smiled, making me a little more determined to get through the lineI tried to answer all the questions a little more earnestly after that, to make up for my lack of attention. I kept imagining Mellissa being punished for her polished nails. The fantasy went from a smack on the wrist to a full blown spanking by yours truly. When I had gotten to about the eighth student, I was barely there.
Suddenly I heard a clunk on the ground. I snapped my head over to the corner of my room, I had a few breakables on display. Luckily, Mellissa had just dropped something out of her purse. She mouthed a quick sorry for interrupting. I turned back to the next student, and listened to their question with half an ear. I peeked out of the side of my eye to see Mellissa bending over. Fantasizing about smacking that ass was giving me too much to hope for, but I saw way more than I thought I would.
The little slut wasn't even wearing panties.
"Professor?"
"Wha?"
I snapped back to the student at hand as Mellissa snapped back up, pulling down the backside of her skirt. She scanned around but was so embarrassed she failed to notice my stumbling and shuffled to the back of the line to stand upright and still. I could feel my cock twitching and I scooted under my chair. How many times had she sat in my class cross legged and bare? Or was it just today she was feeling extra naughty? Different fantasies whizzed through my mind. God, there was a long line of students.
I had finally managed to calm down a bit by the time I reached the second to last student. He was a good kid who was sincerely interested. Talking about history kept my mind off things, but not long enough. It was just Mellissa and me in the classroom.
"Um, Mark? Could you close my door? The cleaning lady always bothers me when I'm here past 5."
"Sure Professor," he said shutting the door. What was I thinking?
"Hi Professor! I just wanted to double check my grades?" Mellissa smiled innocently. I swallowed hard thinking about those bare pussy lips under that skirt and replied.
"Yea sure, just give me a second to boot up this old thing."
During that time, I swore to get a new computer. I had never felt time go by so slowly. I could feel my cock warming imagining coming in contact with those pouting schoolgirl lips. By the time the grades were open, I wasn't in my right mind.
"Here, you can sit down and have a look," I told Mellissa. I just wanted to stand up and put my hand in my pocket to constrain my hard on while she distracted herself with her grades.
"No it's alright, I couldn't take your seat." Polite girl, but she remembered she wasn't wearing panties this time when she bent over to look at the screen. She had positioned herself awkwardly, and before I knew it words flew out of my mouth.
"Here, just sit down," I said, offering my lap. I thought she would get offended, but instead she looked worried.
"Um.. I don't think I can-"
"Well I don't see why not unless you know something I don't'." I saw her clutching the backside of her skirt lower. I guess she was more worried about being found bare than she was about being proper. She shyly sat down on my leg, pulling her skirt as low as she could.
"Here, I think this one is you, let me highlight it." I scrolled along the grade sheet. Busy, she leaned forward and began tracing along the grid. Her skirt began to inch up and I barely adjusted my leg until I knew her pussy was right on me. I couldn't help myself, I slid my arm around her waist. She began to object when I pointed back to the screen.
"This was the score you were worried about right? You said you had the homework still?"
"O right." She began digging in her notebook while I grazed her hip with my fingertips. As she handed me the assignment, I firmly held onto her tiny waist. She wiggled a bit but I only held tighter as I inspected her work.
"Well this looks right, I'm sorry about the mix up. That's 15/15, not 5/15. Why don't you check for any other errors I might have made." I inputted the new score and let her continue to scan her grades. In the meantime, I allowed myself to get a good look at Mellissa. I found myself staring at her full lips down to her gorgeous neckline. Before I knew it, I was digging in.
