The Lessons [Random & Winters]

[RandomAttributes]

"Girl, seriously. You just need to get laid."

"Ren!" Hissed Ana, mouth dropped open in shock and anger. "Will you shut it!" Instead of looking properly shamed at her behavior, the other girl only shrugged and looked away with a look of calm disinterest.

"Just saying. You're ignoring one of the best things about being alive. I don't know what you're waiting for. You could have just gotten it over with at the party, with that guy who was all over you." And stumbling all over himself, Ana thought with a grimace. He had wandered over to Ana and nearly fell into her, before slurring that they would look good wrapped around each other. Ana promptly declined before fleeing to the other side of the room.

Running a hand through her bright pink hair, she sighed. That was the thing about sex in college: most of it was done while intoxicated, and with random strangers. And probably poorly, to boot. Ana knew that the first time usually wasn't a good one for the girl...But it would be so much easier to go ahead with if she knew the guy would kind of work with her a bit. Silently browsing that topic, her eyes flicked towards the door as soon as the Professor appeared. In an instant she was urging Ren to keep quiet again, grateful the man didn't hear any of her friend's comments.

Because she had a crush on this professor. It was naively stupid, and Ana knew that she would never act on it - no matter how often she thought about it. Today she watched as he started lecturing, following his hand movements and imagining when cupping her face for a kiss, or wrapping around her hips. Even so, her pen moved religious across her notebook to take notes, and she would even duck her head if they made eye contact, struggling to hide a blush. It was a nuisance more than anything, Ana told herself. If she ignored it she would go away, and then she would stop embarrassing herself. The fifty minutes went by all to quickly, and she began to pack up the rest of her things before heading off to the front of the lecture hall to hand in the most recent assignment. Per usual, Ana dressed to hide: she had a sweatshirt on that fell past her ass, sleeves pushed up. The only redeeming part to show a hint of her shape was the yoga pants she had paired with them, material clinging to her slender legs.

The paper rustled between her fingers as she walked up to the front of the room, depositing her work at the top before glancing up. Every time she saw him, she always thought the same thing: how handsome and confident he was, professional and intelligent. It was a sweet torture taking his class, but Ana was glad that she could have him as a professor. Hitching her backpack higher up on her shoulder, Ana offered a small, shy smile before uttering a quick "have a nice day, Professor," and turning to leave. None of their previous conversations had lasted any longer, mostly because Ana doubted she'd be able to make it without blushing or fidgeting.

 

[Jacob Winters]

Brett had been teaching at the school for nearly seven years now, he was an average sized man at five foot eleven not quite middle aged but not quite a young man at the age of thirty two. Most of the students just called him professor at this point but some occasionally added his last name McCleary into the mix because they liked the way it sounded, while he himself wasn't from Ireland his family was supposedly some of the first over to America. He was a good looking man with a strong face and hair that women just felt like running their fingers through, dirty blond in color combed back a little and thick, a layer of scruff upon his face as he didn't like shaving very often though it did usually make him look younger than he actually was. He was a fairly good teacher as he didn't read from the textbooks constantly or just tell them what they were suppose to think, he wanted their input into the lessons not just some mindless drones that said yes while nodding their heads.

Surprisingly Brett was single, usually his newer students got very questioning about why he was single and he indulged them to a certain extent, he used the excuse that work usually got in the way of a proper relationship. That and Brett wasn't looking for the typical relationship, Brett was a dominant and to be in a relationship with him one had to be a submissive, it didn't mean that his partner had to do everything he said in any situation. Being a dominant wasn't about forcing your submissive to do something it was about exciting them to the point where they craved to do what you wanted, a submissive's purpose was to please their dominant thus they were trained by them. There had to be trust mixed in with the lust of it all or else it would just fall apart rather quickly, Brett currently did not have a submissive as he had yet to find a woman that fit his criteria as it was true that he could be just a tinny bit picky with his choosing process.

He didn't have much time to think about such things as he was teaching, he was a history teacher and he taught real history not just the american version of history. He found history to be a great teacher for the future, when it was all over he stood there watching as they handed in their work one by one until Ana came to to his desk giving a shy smile as she always did. He had noticed Ana before because of her interesting hair color, it was a very pretty and fun color, he gave her a warm smile back "Ana before you go I would like to talk to you about my class". His voice smooth and charming as he was a charismatic fellow, she seemed distracted recently even if she was one of the best students in his class he noticed her fidgeting a lot and looking away from his teachings quite often as if she needed to look at something else.