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Good Grades, Part Eleven

30 Friday Nov 2012

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“I hope I didn’t rush this,” he said, his voice low.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been ready for this all week,” she assured him, raising the hem of her already short skirt and straddling him gracefully. She settled onto his lap and unzipped the oversized hoodie that had been part of her daily uniform all week long. It fell to the floor under his desk and she smiled at his throaty murmur of appreciation as she offered him her bare breasts.

His lips parted and she gasped as her rosy nipple disappeared into his mouth. He sucked gently, rolling it over his tongue and making her squirm on his lap. Through the twill of his trousers she could feel the heat and hardness of his cock. She ground her bare pussy against him, drawing a satisfying “mmm” from the back of his throat.

He released her nipple and watched her breast bounce, licking lightly at the tip. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I am,” she replied, running her fingers through his close-cropped hair. “Bring it.”

He smiled, and traced soft circles around her nipple with a fingertip. “First question: name one of the primary reasons for the formation of the Confederate states.”

She smiled confidently. “Let’s see. Well, one reason was because of slavery. The Confederate states were formed to back the prospect of expanding the slave states. They felt no need to be a part of the United States federal government and didn’t agree with their moral, political, or economical view, so to preserve the practice of slavery throughout the South and with the prospect of expanding it to new states added to the Union, Southerners created their own government.”

Dr. Gilbert smiled broadly. “I’m impressed. You have been studying.” He cupped her breasts, taking the hard point into his mouth again and sucking hard. She arched into him, moaning lightly. He pulled back, stretching the skin and again, letting go with a soft pop. He took her nipples between his fingertips and stroked them gently. “Ready for the next question?”

She smiled. “Give me a hard one this time.”

He chuckled and raised his eyebrow at her. “Oh, I’ll give you a hard one. But first, question two.” He thought for a second. “Okay, tell me why European countries didn’t come to the aid of the Confederacy.”

“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Why would they? For starters, the South only had cotton to offer and there were other places to get it. Plus, on paper, there was no way the Confederacy was going to win, so no one was willing to back a losing horse. And then there’s the fact that slavery had been outlawed in Europe for quite some time and morally, no one wanted to see it preserved. So Europe basically said, ‘Eh, we’ll pass’ to the South.”

He watched her while she answered, licking her hard nipples and nibbling the soft skin gently with his lips and teeth. He smiled again, clearly pleased with her answers. He ran his hands up her back and buried his face in her soft chest. His words were muffled against her smooth skin. “Very good.”

“You’re pleased with my performance so far, then?” she asked, running her nails down his back.

“Very much. Let’s speed things up. Lightning round. Where did Robert E. Lee formally surrender?”

“Appomattox.”

“Which General was known for his march to the sea and the scorched earth policy?”

“William Tecumseh Sherman.”

“What was the act that provoked the Union to declare war on the Confederacy?

“The firing on Fort Sumter.”

He twined his hands in her thick hair and pulled her head back gently, depositing a trail of kisses on her neck. “I’m convinced. You’re ready,” he said, turning his attention again to her nipples, teasing them with his tongue.

She wiggled her hips and rubbed herself on his hard cock, knowing he could feel her heat as easily as she could feel his. “So are you, sir,” she said.

He sighed and ran his hands down her back and over the soft curves of her bare ass. She inclined her head and kissed him deeply, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him close. She caught his lower lip gently between her teeth and pulled, finally letting him go with a soft kiss. “Should I sit in the front row to take my test, Dr. Gilbert?” she whispered, leaning back and sliding her hands down over her bare abdomen to where her dark nest of curls peeked out from beneath her hitched-up skirt. She ran her fingers lightly over her own pussy.

“Damn, woman,” he said, shaking his head.

Janie smiled. She let her fingertips wander, dancing lightly over his cock. She felt his flesh leap at her touch, and he swallowed hard, closing his eyes as she traced the ridge of the head through the fabric. “I’ll take that as a yes…?” she asked, increasing the pressure and rocking her hips, began stroking him in earnest.

“Yes,” he said, his affirmation little more than a throaty exhalation.

His cock was hard between her legs and her clit rubbed against it with each thrust of her hips. He was thrusting too, his rhythm matching hers. She leaned into him, offering him her breasts, tilting her head forward until her curls hung like a curtain around her face. “I need you inside me,” she whispered.

He opened his eyes and took her face in his hands. “Soon,” he said, kissing her again.

She leaned back, away from his kisses and his seeking mouth. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate on the Civil War like this,” she panted. “All I’ll be thinking about is your cock.”

He smiled. “Well, that won’t do.” He guided her hand to her pussy. “I want to watch. Make yourself come for me.”

She closed her eyes and tentatively sought her clit, stroking it gently, feeling his eyes on her as she rubbed the hard little nugget. She was slick and wet and fought back a moan as she slipped a finger inside her cunt.

“That’s beautiful,” he said. Her eyes fluttered open. Her finger was shining with her juices and she raised it to his lips. He drew it into his mouth, sucking it gently. “Mmm,” he said. “I love your sweet pussy.”

She leaned back against his desk, letting her head fall back. He wrapped his arms around her legs to support her, and with his help, she spread her legs wide for him. She knew her cunt was pink and wet and she slid her fingers in easily, fucking herself with abandon, spurred on by the knowledge that he was watching her, and by the feel of his body beneath hers, moving against her. If the change in his breathing was any indication, he was bringing himself to a crisis point right along with her.

She imagined a cock she had not seen, pictured it sliding inside her. He would stay dressed, his shirt buttoned and neatly tucked in, only his cock out and inside her, filling her deeply. She thrust faster, letting her palm smack against her clit harder with each stroke. He moved with her, his fingers clutching her thighs so hard as to be almost painful.

His voice was deep and husky. “Come for me,” he said. His voice acted on her like a drug, as if the vibrations carried directly to her cunt.

“I’m going to come,” she said, and before the last word was out of her mouth, she moaned, feeling the pleasure deep inside her burst forth. She sank her fingers deep, feeling the strong muscles grip her tightly as they throbbed and pulsed.

She didn’t know when he stopped moving, but when she sat up, he helped her ease her legs to the floor. She draped her arms over his shoulder and let him nuzzle her breasts while she caught her breath. He was breathing hard too, and as she sat, she felt a warmth spreading beneath her spent pussy.

She looked down, and then into his eyes with a smile. “Did you…?”

He smiled back and smacked her playfully on her bare haunch. “And now I’m going to have to change very quickly if I’m going to get downstairs to administer your exam. Now up you go.”

She got off and retrieved Zack’s sweatshirt from under Dr. Gilbert’s desk and put it back on. It still smelled like him and she sniffed gently while her back was turned. In a fleeting thought she wondered what it would be like to ride Zack that way and if he would be as skilled and forceful as Dr. Gilbert. With a blush and a secret smile, she zipped it up and pulled her skirt down.

“I have to go get a good seat,” she said, bending over to kiss him. She grinned confidently and grabbed her books off his desk. “I’m going to ace this son of a bitch. You watch.”

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Good Grades, Part Ten

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

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He left a few crumpled bills and a generous tip for the waitress and held the door for her. The easy conversation continued right up until he pulled his car into a parking place outside her dorm and cut the engine. It was late, after midnight and the “no boys” rule was in full effect. “I can’t ask you in,” she said. “All girls dorm. Unlike your dad, my father wants me in a dorm because he thinks I’ll be safer.” She smiled at him. “He’s probably right. Control freak though he is.”

“I’ll just walk you to your door, then.” Without waiting for her to demur, he got out of the car and she walked with him hand-in-hand up the front steps to the building. They stood together in the dim yellow glow of the porch light.

“I had a great time tonight,” she said, taking both his hands and holding them in hers. “I’m glad your dad made you go to that party.”

“Me too, oddly enough. I’m not going to tell him that, though.”

“Why not?”

Zack chuckled. “Because my father likes being right way too much.”

“Your dad a control freak, too?”

He nodded. “And the hell of it is he’s usually right. The bastard.” He laughed.

Her laugh blended with his, and then they fell silent again. “I guess I should give you your sweatshirt back.”

Zack pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. “How about you give me your phone number instead. I can use the sweatshirt as a pretense, thus saving me hours of anguish laboring over a plausible excuse to call you.”

Janie laughed and entered her number into his phone before handing it back to him. “You don’t need a reason to call me,” she assured him.

He smiled and put his phone back in his pocket. “I have lots of reasons, actually,” he said. Again, they fell silent and Janie looked down at her shoes. “I should probably say goodnight, then.”

Janie looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, I guess so.” She stepped closer to him, tipping her head up to look into his eyes. She felt the warm rush of attraction and smiled at the sensation, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the hope that he might kiss her, and wondering if she should make the first move.

He seemed to study her, as if he was making an important decision, and after a moment’s consideration, he asked, “Would it be alright if I kissed you good night?”

The butterflies swooped and circled at the request. She had become quite accustomed to just allowing kisses to happen, or making them happen if the boy she liked seemed too shy to initiate. Being asked respectfully was a new sensation entirely and she nearly shivered from the pleasure of it. “I’d like that,” she said, and placed her hands softly on his chest.

He leaned his head down and gently pressed his lips to hers. His mouth was soft and inviting, his kiss not a question or a demand, but an affirmation of what he hoped was the beginning of something more. She felt a physical stirring and longed to kiss him more deeply, to fan the spark between them and watch the flames ignite, but he pulled away with a smile. “Good night,” he said, smiling at her and turning to walk down the stairs.

“Good night,” she said, and resisting the urge to add, “Call me!” she let herself into the building. She shut the door tightly behind her and leaned against it, hugging his sweatshirt to her with a grin.

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Good Grades, Part Eight

26 Monday Nov 2012

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“I was hoping you’d say that.” He ran his hands over her hips to the pink plastic button on her shorts. With nimble fingers he popped the fly open and slid the zipper down. He slipped his hand inside and ran his fingers through her damp curls. She gasped and grabbed the edge of his desk to steady herself. His fingers teased her clit, stroking her lightly. “You have a very sweet pussy,” he said. He looked into her eyes and again she found herself lost there. His gaze was unswerving as he touched her, even as her own eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

Without warning, his fingers were inside her, filling her emptiness and she watched his composure slip. He shut his eyes briefly and swallowed hard, licking his lips. “So tight and hot,” was all he murmured as his lips found hers again. He leaned into her and she raised her leg, wrapping it around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper still. He let go of her mouth reluctantly and stepped back, pulling his hand out of her shorts so quickly it made her gasp.

“Why did you stop?”

He stepped back and she could see his erection plainly through his pants. “Slide your shorts off for me, please.” He was breathing hard and watched her intently as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and let her shorts fall to the floor in a crumpled mass of cotton at her feet.

“Like this?” she asked, suddenly feeling exposed and wanting to cover herself with her hands.

He only looked at her from a couple of steps away. “If you had done as I’d asked and come to class like that, with only a little bit of a skirt covering you, I would have been powerless in front of that class. I’d have had trouble keeping my game face in front of a couple hundred undergraduate students. I would have carried the image of your pussy with me all day, remembering how it feels and how it tastes and smells. I would have thought of you all day long. That’s the power you would have had if you’d have done as I asked.”

Janie began to understand.

“But you decided to take the power into your own hands and do not as I asked, but as you wanted. Maybe you even wanted to see what I would do if you went against my instructions.”

Janie nodded and smiled sheepishly.

“If you had followed my instructions, you would have had me wrapped around your finger. You would have had all the power. Do you understand?”

“I do,” she said.

“Good. Now turn around for me, please.”

She turned, and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Like this?”

He smiled back and she felt goosebumps as he slipped up behind her. His hands ran over her soft, round ass appreciatively. “You have a beautiful ass, too.”

“Thank you,” she said, spreading her legs a bit and inviting him to touch her further.

“Tell me, Jane. Have you ever been spanked?”

She blinked. “What? No. Well, not since I was little.”

“Hmm. You have an ass that’s just begging for a spanking.”

His hands were hot on her skin. In a low, rather timid voice, she asked, “Will it hurt?”

He chuckled. “Not really. I could make it hurt, if you wanted me to, but I wouldn’t at first.”

She swallowed hard. “Would you like to spank me?”

She heard his voice catch in the back of his throat. “Yes. I would like to very much.”

She turned her head away from him. “I trust you.”

Slowly, she leaned forward and put her hands on his desk. She arched her back and spread her legs a bit wider for him, her body trembling and tingling with anticipation.

She jumped at the touch of his hand on her bare ass, then giggled nervously as he only stroked her softly, dipping his hand between her legs, turning her laugh into a soft sigh. He rested his left hand on the small of her back and with his right hand, patted her round rump. One light tap, then his fingers inside her again. A second tap, harder this time, followed by more gentle caresses between her thighs.

Each time was a bit harder than the last, always followed by his hand on her cunt, inside her, or flicking lightly over her hard clit. When she felt his fingers slide away, she knew to expect the flat smack of his palm on her ass, and each time, she grew to anticipate it. She craved it.

Her cunt was dripping and swollen, and her ass cheeks were growing hotter with each slap of his hand. She moaned with each blow, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting to feel it sting.

“More,” she said, gripping the edge of the desk in a half-plea, half command. “Faster.”

She gasped at the crack of his palm on her, then a second one, harder still, and a third. Her legs were shaking as again he slid his hands between them and touched her, bringing her closer and closer to coming. “More,” she begged breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

His wet hand smacked against her reddened cheeks, the primal crack of flesh on flesh sounding loud in the small office and making her lose control. She imagined what it looked like to him, what the soft, white globes of her ass looked like reddened and swollen from his hand, of how pink and shining her cunt would look to him as he took her from behind.

As if he could read her mind, she felt his hands part her cheeks and she cried out as he sank to his knees on the rough, industrial carpet and put his mouth on her spread pussy. He lapped at it greedily, running his tongue over her clit and sucking it hard. His hands were rough on the tender, red skin of her ass as he spread her wider, running his tongue from her wet cunt up to the soft, sweet puckered whorl. She squirmed, suddenly embarrassed at the intimate touch on a spot no man had yet explored, but her protests died on her lips as he breached her virgin defenses with his tongue. She felt herself open for him and moaned at the deliciousness of his warm tongue inside her. His fingers were busy in her cunt, filling her, stroking her clit and bringing her close to the edge. She hung on, wanting the exquisite pleasure to last, thrilling at the new and unfamiliar sensations mingling with those she knew so well.

When she finally gave in, when she let herself go and allowed the feelings to crash into her, she cried out, coming hard, leaning back into his mouth and hands, her legs and hands shaking as she tried to remain on her feet.

Only when the last of the throbbing subsided did he pull away from her, leaning back on his heels and easing her gently onto his lap. His arms were around her, holding her close, pressing her red ass against him so that she could feel his need for her. She leaned into him, and when she could again speak, she leaned her head back on his shoulder and whispered, “I want to give you that same pleasure.”

He chuckled. “That’s another lesson for another day.”

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Good Grades, Part Seven.

24 Saturday Nov 2012

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Janie made it to the lecture hall a good fifteen minutes before class was scheduled to begin. She took a spot in the front row center of the nearly empty room and unpacked her books. She reviewed her assignment, looking up every time she heard the side door open.

Dr. Gilbert didn’t arrive until barely three minutes before class began, dropping his bag on the desk with a thud and shutting his phone off before sticking it back in his pocket. He looked up and scanned the front row, his eyes locking on Janie, who had in turn not taken her eyes off him from the moment he walked in. She smiled at him, and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly in response. His eyes shifted downward and she watched a darkness cross his face the way a cloud darkens the landscape on an otherwise sunny day.

She grinned mischievously, tugging at the hem of her madras shorts.

Dr. Gilbert looked away, his smile gone, his face a stony mask. He cleared his throat and in a strong voice, began his lecture.

Janie looked down and swallowed hard, her cheeks burning, hot tears pricking the corner of her eyes. He was displeased with her, that much was certain, and she could feel the anger fill the room like a heavy, damp fog. It chilled her and she wanted to run, but there was nowhere for her to escape. He seemed a different person than the man who had so gently taken her into his office after she had embarrassed herself outside his door.

The ninety-minute class dragged on interminably. She raised her hand to answer the questions he posed, but he looked over her head and called on other students. Finally, she stopped raising her hand and sat meekly, fiddling with her pen and watching the clock.

When class ended, Janie sat in her seat until the hall emptied of students. Dr. Gilbert did not linger, but packed his notes quickly and headed for the side door. Janie called after him, and he turned.

“Aren’t you going to speak to me?” she asked, not knowing what else to say.

He faced her and looked down at her shorts. “I thought we had an agreement about you doing what is assigned to you in exchange for an improved grade.”

“I did what you said,” she said, smiling at him. Lowering her voice, she added, “I’m not wearing panties. You can check if you like.”

He looked at her sternly, his voice low but clear. “You know full well what I wanted from you.”

“I did all the work. I was prepared for class…”

“There was more to our agreement than just homework. You said you would do anything. I expect you to hold up your end and not play games with me. I don’t have time for little girls who play games. You get me?”

Janie nodded.

“I have specific…needs and so do you. There are things you need from me, and there are things I’d like from you. But not if you’re going to jerk me around. If you’ve changed your mind, let me know and you’re free to try to get your grade up over passing without my help.”

Janie felt her lower lip tremble a bit. “I’m sorry,” she said, fighting back tears. “I didn’t realize…I thought we were…”

His voice softened and he put his hand on her arm. “This is neither the time nor the place to discuss it. I’ll be in my office at four. Don’t be late.” He smiled gently at her.

She waited until he was through the door to let a single tear run down her face.

The tears hovered near her lashes all day, threatening to spill forth as she picked at her lunch in the dining hall and while she sat in her civics class, struggling to pay attention.

Stop playing games.

He’d said it twice to her. What did he mean? What games was he talking about?

She stared out the window and chewed on the end of her pen. Her brows knit together as she tried to figure him out. Games. He was the one playing games, wasn’t he? Do this. Wear that…

How did she even wind up playing by his rules in the first place?

She shifted in her seat, confused and uncomfortable in her skin, wanting to get out of there, away from people, away from the droning of the teacher and the shuffling of the students around her. She felt like they could read her thoughts, which were disturbing her enough on their own without the creeping sensation that every one of them was written all over her face.

That he wanted her was certain. Or was it? He said he did, but when given multiple chances, he didn’t claim her. He never really even tried to. He toyed with her, getting her hot and bothered and sending her away unsatisfied.

But never seeking his own satisfaction.

She had offered it, after all. Offered her body in exchange for a piddling D-minus. Why was he making it so hard?

The thoughts swirled around as she tried to make sense of her relationship with Dr. Gilbert. What was it? He had been intimate with her, and the remembrance of his mouth on her, licking and sucking at her clit until it throbbed was enough to set her to shifting in her seat again. And yet, she’d not been asked to call him by his first name. He’d had his fingers inside her, but had not so much as undone a single shirt button.

So many things had become a series of questions since she’d approached him, and she felt the answer was like the end of a string, or a piece of yarn, and once she found it and tugged that the whole of the thing would unravel and be clear. Only she couldn’t worry out that bit to grab onto, and it ate at her.

By the time class dragged painfully to its end, Janie realized she’d heard nothing of the lesson and would have to read twice as carefully to pass the next test, and the thought rolled through her head, she further realized that she was actually giving thought to and making plans for studying. It was another puzzling development, to be sure.

At four o’clock, she was admitted to his office where she put her books on his desk and asked him, quite directly, “Dr. Gilbert, what are we doing here?”

“Could you be more specific?”

“This. What are we doing? What are…we? Are we…? Is this a thing?” She struggled to find the words, and when none of them made sense, she let them flow anyway. “What I mean is, I don’t know if my offer was…accepted, or not. I don’t know how long I’m supposed to be playing this game that I don’t know the rules to. I’m not even sure what we’d call this ‘thing’ we’ve got going on…” Her voice sped up as she talked, and she knew she sounded petulant, but as she began to speak, all the thoughts she’d sifted through came tumbling out in disjointed phrases and half-remembered points. It frustrated her, and she felt the annoying tears well up again, much to her dismay.

When she’d stopped talking, Dr. Gilbert rose and took her hand. “You’re looking for some reassurances, aren’t you?” he asked. When she nodded, he smiled softly at her. “Jane, you’re a beautiful girl, and what’s more, you know it. I’ve known a lot of girls and women like you. Confident. Sexy. Smart—but lazy.” Janie frowned, and he ran his thumb over her full lower lip. “You know it’s true. You thought it would be easier to come in here and offer to sleep with me than it would be to actually study. I bet you even figured I’d be a pretty easy mark, that I’d accept your proposal on the spot.”

Janie blushed, but her voice was steady. “Didn’t you?”

He only smiled again. “I haven’t had sex with you yet, have I?”

She shook her head. “Why haven’t you? Don’t you like me?”

He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She shivered a little as he pulled her body against his. “I haven’t taken you for a few reasons. First of all, because I’m a professor and you’re an undergraduate, and fucking you is unethical and could cost me my job. And I like my job.” He ran his cheek along hers and she felt the goosebumps rise from the feeling of his warm lips on her neck. “Second, I haven’t yet given into your substantial charms because I spent my own years as an undergraduate at the mercy of girls just like you.” His voice was low, but it took on an edge, even as his fingers cupped her breast and teased her nipple into a hard point. “I’ve known plenty of girls full of sexual power who thought nothing of using a bit of pussy to get what they wanted—be it a seat in a crowded lounge or a passing grade.”

His hand found the hem of her shirt and slid underneath, pulling down the cup of her bra and freeing her breast. He tugged the hard nipple, making her gasp with pleasure. “I haven’t fucked you yet because at the moment, I’m just a means to an end for you.” He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, drawing a soft moan from her parted lips. He let it go, releasing it with a gentle bounce and with his lips a whisper away from hers, he looked deep into her eyes. “But that’s changing. You can feel it, and it’s got you off-balance.” She nodded slightly. “I promise you this: when I do finally spread your legs and slide my cock inside you, it’s not going to be for a grade, or as an exchange of services, or as some sort of display of your sexual power. It’s going to be because you can’t live without it.”

This time, when his lips covered hers, she returned his kiss hungrily.

He kissed her deeply and with considerable skill, at turns drawing her into him with his seeking tongue, forceful and insistent, and then pulling away so his touch was whisper soft, his kisses a question awaiting her response.

Janie felt herself melt in his arms, his words swirling through her brain and brushing against other thoughts—other words and phrases—and she felt the familiar rooting around for that loose end, for that little bit of information that would unravel all the rest and make things clear. She couldn’t think with his lips on her, and with difficulty, she pushed him away.

His cool eyes appraised her as she stepped away from him, pulling her clothing back into place. She was breathing hard and her cotton shorts were damp with desire. “I’m sorry,” she said. She shook her head from side to side as if doing so would help shake her thoughts into place. “I don’t understand. What am I to you?”

He stepped closer to her and gently brushed a tendril of hair off her forehead. “You are my student. I can and will help you get your grades up because I’m a hell of a teacher.” He smiled and wove his fingers through her thick hair, pulling her head back slightly. He pressed his lips to her neck and kissed a soft trail down to the deep cleft between her breasts. “But you’ve offered your body to me as well as your brain. I won’t lie. The idea of helping you realize your true sexual power and how to use it—well, that’s a pretty exciting proposition.” He stood, and pulled her close again so that his lips brushed against hers as soft as butterfly wings as he spoke, his voice low and sensual. “There are so many things you have yet to learn that you just can’t get from books or in a classroom.”

A breath away from her, his hands strong on her body, she felt a tug and the great giving way of her tangled thoughts. She looked deep into his eyes, letting herself fall willingly into their depths.

“Teach me.”

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Good Grades, Part Six. Ish. Whatever. Just keep reading.

18 Sunday Nov 2012

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Janie noticed her hand was still shaking a bit as she braced herself on the blonde wood of the closed door. She didn’t know what it was about him that made her shiver like a spoiled chihuahua. Two days earlier he was utterly unremarkable to her, and now she was leaning against his office door, her sweaty palm wrinkling his neatly printed schedule as she found herself contemplating the most minute details about him, from the few silver hairs at his temples to the ragged edge of his thumbnail where he had bitten it to the quick.

She was dangerously close to coming—so close that she wasn’t sure that simply taking a few steps down the hall wouldn’t make her have an orgasm in front of everyone. She took deep breaths, struggling to gain some composure before walking away, but with each breath in it seemed she could feel his fingers inside her. With each exhale, the hairs on her neck stirred in memory of his warm breath and soft lips, so intimate and close to her.

She wanted to go back in. She closed her eyes and pictured herself invading his personal space behind his desk, and raising her skirt, showing him her wet cunt and letting him see how ready she was for him. She’d take charge this time; no more letting him have his way, toying with her like she was a puppet to be manipulated. She would force him back in his chair and pull his cock out, stroking him hard a few times before straddling his lap. His cock would slide in easily, and the feeling of her tight, hot cunt would break through that passive, unmoving half-smile that he plastered on his face whenever he was around her.

She wanted to see him cum, to watch his face as she used her body to bring him closer and closer to his own breaking point. He would be the one whose breath was coming in shallow, ragged gasps, and she wondered if he would moan as he grabbed her soft ass and shot his load inside her, or if his release would be marked only by a sudden, almost silent rush of breath.

The thought of watching him lose control was making the throbbing between her legs unbearable. She shifted her weight almost imperceptibly from foot to foot, causing her swollen lips to rub against her clit. She tensed and released her muscles rhythmically the way should would if he was inside her, biting her lower lip hard to keep from moaning aloud.

Janie couldn’t stop. She was going to cum in the hallway, leaning against his office door, pretending to read the notices he had tacked up while people came and went, while doors opened and slammed around her, and with strangers brushing against her as they walked past. She tasted blood and felt a dull stab of pain where her lip did its part in keeping her from making any sound as she felt the spasms begin and the rush of pleasure wash outwardly from her center.

She wanted to laugh, even as tears filled her eyes and a gush of her own fluids wet her thighs and trickled out from under the hem of her skirt. She breathed deeply a few times, wiping at the mess on her legs and wishing she was anywhere but where she was standing.

The click of the door latch made her look up suddenly, and Dr. Gilbert was standing in front of her. She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, her own voice sounding very small in her ears. “I tried to go home and do what you said, but I couldn’t help it…” She followed his gaze as he looked down to her damp thighs and shaking hands.

He pulled her into his office and shut the door behind them. Her eyes were still full of tears. “I didn’t mean to.”

He chuckled and slid the hem of her skirt up. She put her hands down to stop him. “No…” she protested weakly.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. She leaned against the edge of his desk, her bare ass against the cold, smooth wood. He eased her back, and pulling up the same low chair she’d occupied only minutes before, he sat before her and ran his hands up her damp thighs, spreading them apart and bracing them on the arms of the chair. His lips were hot on her skin and she felt a chill of delight course through her at the feel of his tongue tasting her.

Gently, methodically, and without any sense of urgency, he took his time and licked and lapped gently at her soft thighs, working his way towards her spent pussy. As he parted the soft lips and ran his tongue along the slick, pink inner skin, he smiled up at her. “I wish I had enough time to enjoy this properly.”

He used his mouth expertly, savoring the musky sweetness of her, tasting the fruits of the climax he’d brought her to. When she was again squirming beneath him, he stopped, and kissed her thigh.

He stood and helped her to her feet, and again he neatly arranged her skirt so that she was covered. “I made sure not to go as far this time,” he said with a laugh. Then, before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on hers. He kissed her softly, almost hesitantly, and she tasted herself on his lips. She didn’t have time to return his kiss before he had stepped back again, and she watched him arrange his features into his usual unreadable mask. “You’ve made me late for my next lecture,” he said, his voice scolding, but the grin playing around the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“You’d better hurry,” she told him, her voice barely above a whisper. “If you’re more than twenty minutes late, they get to leave.”

He laughed and ushered her to the door, grabbing his bag on his way out. “They wouldn’t dare.”

Janie was beginning to believe that he meant it.

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Good Grades, Part…Four, is it? I’ve lost count. Just keep reading…

17 Saturday Nov 2012

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(I got sick of typing Professor, so he’s “Dr.” now. This is a rough draft, after all.)

Janie stood in the hallway outside Dr. Gilbert’s door. It was closed tightly, and she was ten minutes early. Was it too much? Too early? Would she seem to eager? But would being right on time look like she was trying too hard? Her heels tapped a staccato rhythm on the tile floor as she paced back and forth. Two steps. Stop. Turn. Two steps back. Hesitate. Stop. Turn. Put hand on door knob. Stop. Take two steps away. Stop. Turn back. Raise hand to knock.

The sudden opening of the door startled her and she jumped. Dr. Gilbert smirked. “Someone’s jumpy today. Were you going to pace out here all afternoon?”

“No,” Janie said. “I was a little early and I didn’t want to interrupt if you were with another of your advisees.”

Dr. Gilbert nodded. “I appreciate it. But there’s no need. I never schedule back to back appointments. I like to leave a little buffer in between. Gives me time to get things…in order.”

He stepped aside and gestured for Janie to enter, shutting the door tightly behind them. She turned so that they were face to face and toe to toe. She put her hands on his chest and smiled. “So, did you check up on me with my math professor?”

“I did.”

“Did she tell you that I was on time?”

“She was pleasantly surprised.”

“I took notes and everything.”

“In that case, I’m pleasantly surprised, too.”

Janie’s smile widened. “Good. I want to please you.”

“That’s a nice start,” he told her, running the back of his fingertips over her cheek.

She leaned into his soft touch, closing her eyes and breathing him in. “Tell me what else I can do.” When he didn’t answer right away, she opened her eyes and looked into them. “Something more personal, maybe?”

He put his fingers under her chin and tipped her face up to his. He leaned close, his lips a breath away from hers. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

Janie nodded.

Dr. Gilbert slipped his hands around her waist and over the soft curves of her ass. “You seem to favor short skirts,” he said, gathering the fabric in his hands and sliding it up over her hips. Janie felt goosebumps rise where his hands made contact with the bare skin of her thighs.

“Yes,” she said, her throat suddenly tight.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Janie felt the cool air on her bare skin as her panties slid down her legs and puddled at her feet. His hands were on her ass, stroking her gently, pulling her closer to him.

Again, his lips were close to hers, so close to touching it was maddening. “That’s how I want you to come to class tomorrow,” he said. “Come early, and sit in the front row. So I can check.” He brushed his lips against hers softly before taking a step back. He crouched down to retrieve her panties, and she shivered at the feeling of his warm breath so close to her bare pussy. She knew he could smell her desire as she stepped out of them, parting her thighs slightly. He pressed his lips to her mound, kissing her gently before standing and motioning for her to sit.

She sat gingerly on the low chair, uncertain if she should pull her skirt down or not, unsure of his intentions, and wanting desperately for his lips to touch her again. He retrieved a book from the desk and handed it to her. She recognized it as the text for his class. She looked up at him, confused.

“The page is marked for your reading assignment tomorrow. Read. Out loud.” He smiled, and raised her panties to his lips. “I’m going to hang onto these for now. I want you prepared for class in every way possible.”

Janie opened the book to the marked page, and carefully moving the yellow sticky note with a trembling hand, she began to read aloud from the text. As the words spilled out of her, she struggled to concentrate on what she was reading. She kept her legs together, but knew her dark triangle of curls was clearly visible to him. She remembered how his lips felt pressed there, and a thrill coursed through her. Her pussy hummed and she swore she could feel his eyes on her as surely as if his fingers, or tongue, or cock was touching her. Dr. Gilbert leaned against the edge of his desk, watching her intently, and between paragraphs she would pause and look up at him. He would only nod at her to continue, so she did.

She was acutely conscious of her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her thighs were sticking uncomfortably to the chair. Her clit throbbed, yearning to be touched, and the rhythmic clenching of her thighs in an effort to relieve some of her discomfort was only making it worse. She finished reading a paragraph and paused, fidgeting a little in her seat, crossing her legs as comfortably as she could under the circumstances.

“No,” he said, leaning down and resting his hand on her knee. “Uncross your legs.” Janie did as she was told and put her feet demurely on the floor. “In fact,” he added, smiling a bit, “spread your knees apart.”

Janie swallowed hard and slowly moved her feet apart, inching her shoes across the carpet and feeling her thighs part. She leaned back a bit and spread her legs as wide as the arms of the chair would allow. The wood pressed hard against her thigh, but she barely noticed. His hand was still on her leg, inches away from her soaked pussy, and she closed her eyes, willing him to touch her.

His hand slipped away and her lids fluttered open. He smiled again at her. “Finish the chapter, please.”

Janie kept reading, her legs apart, her bare cunt exposed for him. He didn’t move—didn’t speak. He let her finish reading, and when she reached the end of the section, he took the book from her. “I’m lecturing on that section tomorrow. Now that I know you’ve read it, your homework is to go home and answer the questions at the end of the chapter. They’re easy. Shouldn’t take you more than a half an hour.”

He stood up and put the textbook on his desk. He bent over her, leaning on the back of the chair with one arm while the other stole swiftly up her inner thigh. She closed her eyes at the touch of his fingers on her skin. His lips were soft against her neck as he parted her lips and lightly stroked her clit. Her deep exhale was a moan as he traced little circles over the sensitive bit, his lips nibbling just as lightly at the delicate skin just below her earlobe.

She didn’t dare move, save the heaving of her breasts as his expert fingers danced over her clit and dipped into her wet center. She shuddered as he penetrated her, filling her, and drawing out her juices that trickled down in a delightful, tickling path to wet the chair beneath her. He thrust into her—once, slowly, then pulling out, his fingers shining. Then back in, making her gasp and tilt her hips up to meet his hand. Slowly he finger-fucked her, until her thighs began to shake and her breath was coming in short, shallow pants.

Swiftly, he stood, pulling his fingers out of her. “Jane.”

She opened her eyes. “Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”

He smiled. “Stand up, Jane.”

She rose, sliding wetly over the leather and pressing her hands against her thighs. He pulled her skirt into place, adjusting it over her ass and smoothing the wrinkles slightly. “Now, go back to your dorm and do the assignment I just gave you. And do it well. And when you’re done—and only when you’re done—can you make yourself cum. Not before. Understood?

Janie nodded mutely.

He crossed to the door and opened it for her. Janie watched students and instructors passing by his open door, greeting him with nods and salutations, while she stood frozen, feeling as exposed and naked as if she’d been standing there unclothed. “I’ll see you in class, Jane,” he said, and the forcefulness of his tone brought her out of her fog.

“Tomorrow. Yes.”

She walked out and as she turned to say goodbye, she caught a glimpse of her panties in a crumpled heap on his desk seconds before the door closed on her.

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Good Grades, Part the Fourth

14 Wednesday Nov 2012

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The door to the ladies room hissed shut as Janie made her way through the small crowded room to an empty stall near the end of the long row. She hung her backpack on the door and locked it behind her, swiftly pulling her skirt up around her waist and slipping her hand inside her white lace panties.

Women’s voices echoed all around her, their laughter bouncing off the green tile walls, punctuated by the rush of intermittent flushes and the steady trickle of streams flowing in the many sinks. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the din, parting the soft folds of her labia and seeking her aching clit. She breathed in deeply and bit her lip as she stroked the slippery little pearl, swollen and throbbing with need. Her cunt was hot and practically dripping, and the crotch of her panties was wet against the back of her hand.

She closed her eyes and pictured Professor Gilbert—she couldn’t think of his first name. What was it? Begins with a B…Bob? No. Not Bill, either…Benjamin. Yes. Ben. He smelled so good. His hands were warm and soft and strong…

She leaned her head against the edge of the stall and put her foot up on the toilet seat. She slid two fingers inside herself easily, the soft, wet, sucking sound barely audible in the cavernous echoes of the bathroom. Janie worked quickly, imagining his fingers inside her, getting her ready for his cock. She recalled the feel of him hard against her ass and the warmth of his breath on her neck. She could still feel his hand twined in her hair, pulling it back, the barest taste of what it would be like to have him bend her over that desk and fuck her hard.

God knows you could use a good fucking…

Her breath was coming harder in short gasps as the rest room cleared. She struggled to keep quiet, to keep from moaning aloud as she fucked herself, fingering her cunt with two, then three fingers, her palm smacking wetly against her mound. Knowing there were people on the other side of the door only made it hotter, the thrill that someone might hear her, or wonder why the stall was shaking slightly.

In his office, with students and faculty walking past his door…biting my lip to keep from calling his name as he makes me cum over and over…

With a strong shudder that coursed through her body, making her scalp tingle and her toes curl, she brought herself quickly to a powerful orgasm, acutely aware of the time, not daring to take too long and risk being late for class against his orders. She held her breath as she came, squeezing her eyes tightly and feeling the strong contractions pulsing through her throbbing cunt. Her hand was drenched, her panties soaked as she exhaled forcefully, reaching over and giving the toilet a flush, allowing herself to moan his name softly as she reluctantly slid her fingers out of her pussy.

Janie cleaned up as best she could with toilet paper before grabbing her backpack and exiting the stall. She was still breathing hard as she washed her shaking hands, and a glimpse in the mirror showed her the flushed cheeks and shining eyes of her spent passion.

She slipped into her seat with a few minutes to spare and got her book out, prepared to focus and concentrate. She wanted Professor Gilbert to be pleased with her.

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Good Grades, Part Three

13 Tuesday Nov 2012

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At 4:08, Janie took a deep breath and fixing her face into a mask of willing and eager sweetness, knocked on Professor Gilbert’s office door.

“Come.” He didn’t look up from his desk as she entered. “Shut the door behind you, please.”

She did as she was told and stood just inside the door. She smoothed her short skirt with her hands and tugged the hem of her sweater down, making sure the creamy swells of her breasts were displayed at their best. She frowned slightly when he didn’t stop what he was doing. Still not looking at her, he said, “Have a seat.”

Again, she did as she was told and sat in the low chair across the desk from him. After a very long minute or two, he stopped typing and looked up at her. “You’re late.”

“Am I?” She smiled and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, just by a few minutes…”

“Nearly ten minutes. Of my time,” he said, getting up and taking a seat in the chair beside hers. He leaned back and crossed his arms. “Not a very good start, Jane.”

He was scolding her, but his voice was low and even. He didn’t seem angry, or upset, or even disappointed. He didn’t sound like he was mocking her, either. Janie didn’t quite know what to make of it and she felt herself falter. “I lost track of the time.” She tried to keep her voice light, but even she could hear the note of desperation in her excuse.

“Hmm. Seems to be a pattern with you.”

Fuck. It was not going the way she had envisioned it. “I have a lot going on. I have a full course load…”

“I looked up your records. Made a few phone calls. To say you have a ‘full course load’ is a bit of a stretch, wouldn’t you say? I mean, if you attended more than a handful of lectures or classes in a week, maybe.” Janie said nothing, but she could feel her cheeks growing hot and there was something in his quiet, matter-of-fact tone of voice that made her feel that any argument was going to be futile. She nodded and tried to keep her mask from slipping any further.

“Hmm.” He studied her silently for a moment. “So. What are you offering?”

His directness caught her off guard. “I…I don’t…know…”

“Come on, Jane. When you approached me after class, you had something in mind. You said—with a great deal of eyelash batting and hip twitching, I might add—that you’d be happy to do anything to get your grade up. I’m assuming you didn’t mean attending class or doing extra work, since you’ve barely attended my lectures as it is, and just doing the regular assigned class work seems to be more than you can manage. Leads me to think you had something else in mind. So what was it?”

Janie’s cheeks burned. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

He smiled. “Wasn’t it?”

Janie didn’t answer. He leaned forward and rested his hand on her bare knee. His hand was warm and soft, and she felt goosebumps rise where he was touching her. Slowly and lightly, he ran his fingers over her skin. “So, did you come here to make a specific offer, or were you waiting to see what kind of sexual favors I’m interested in first?”

His eyes were looking into hers, unflinching and unwavering. She felt for all the world that her bluff was being called, only she hadn’t been bluffing. What was it? She blinked, but he didn’t. His dark blue eyes seemed to look right through her and read her very thoughts while his face remained passive and unmoved. She couldn’t read him, and it unnerved her. She shivered, but it wasn’t from fear.

She was aware of his hand on her, stroking her skin gently, mindlessly, though she doubted he did anything without thinking. She could smell the musky spice of his aftershave and could see a small spot on his jawline where he’d nicked himself shaving . She found herself imagining him out of his clothes, picturing him not buttoned-down and well-groomed for class but rumpled and sweating, and her nipples hardened in response.

“How about I go first?” Janie nodded and swallowed hard.

“Stand up.” Janie stood, only noticing then that her knees were wobbling a bit.

“Put your hands flat on my desk.”

She bent slightly at the waist and rested the palms of her hands on the polished wood. He rose and positioned himself behind her. He put his hands on her hips and pressed himself against her ass. She could feel him through his pants, hard and hot, and her breath caught in her throat. “I could take you right now,” he said, sliding his hands down her thighs and gathering the hem of her skirt in his hands. “There’s not much standing in my way, is there? I could slide your skirt up, pull your panties to the side and take you right here, bent over my desk. Couldn’t I?”

Janie could only nod.

“Would you like that?” His voice was still low and measured and the only clue she had to his emotions was the swell of his hard cock pressed against her. When she didn’t answer, he said, “What if I promised you a passing grade? Or would it cost me an ‘A’ to fuck you on my desk?”

His words made her shiver again. “Turn around, Jane.”

She turned and he was against her, pressing her against his desk. “I’m going to need an answer here,” he said, raising his hand and running his thumb over her full lower lip. “I need you to tell me what you want from me, and what you’re willing to do in return.”

Janie looked up at him, into his eyes, and felt herself falling into their cold, blue depths. “I just don’t want to fail another class,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her to him, letting her feel his need again. He bent his head, brushing his lips against her ear and making her shudder anew. “I might ask quite a bit of you, sweet Jane,” he whispered. “But if you please me, a passing grade will be the least of what you receive. I’m prepared to be quite generous, if you hold up your end of our little agreement. Is that acceptable to you?”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with lust.

He pulled her close again and she gasped as he wound his fingers in her auburn curls and pulled her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed as she waited for the feeling of his lips on hers.

“Open your eyes,” he said. Her lids fluttered open, her face a question. “One of the calls I made this afternoon was to your adviser. For the time being, she’s agreed to let me take over that job. Until further notice, you answer to me. You’ve agreed to do anything, and I expect you to honor that bargain. So I ask you one last time, are you willing to do anything I ask in exchange for passing grades?”

“Yes,” she said, her knees weak, her lips desperate for his.

He released her, and stepped back, circling his desk and sitting down at his computer again. He looked at the screen. “You have a class at 5:30. Go get something to eat and get to class. Don’t be late.” Janie didn’t move, but stayed frozen, half-seated on the edge of his desk. “Did you hear me?”

She turned. “So…you’re not going to–”

“Fuck you? Not right this minute, no. I just wanted to see how willing you are.” He smiled. “It’s information I needed, Jane.”

Janie stood up straight and squared her shoulders, and smoothing her skirt, she said, “I prefer to be called Janie.”

Without looking up from his computer, he said, “Janie is a little girl’s name. A diminutive. Jane is a woman’s name.” He looked up and smiled at her again. “I have no use for girls.”

She fidgeted a bit, smoothing her skirt again nervously. “So, what do you want me to…do. I mean…if you’re not…if you don’t want to…”

“Fuck you? Oh, I want to fuck you. A lot, in fact. You may have noticed. And God knows you could use a good fucking. But I don’t intend for you to be late for class. You should probably get going, in fact.” He picked up his phone and tapped the screen. “I have a free block of time tomorrow at two. You can come back then.” He looked back down at his computer and began typing.

“Two?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, not looking up. “And this time, don’t be late.”

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Good Grades, Part Two

12 Monday Nov 2012

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She watched him walk up the aisle, not moving until the slam of the heavy door jarred her out of stunned silence. She felt herself blush at his words, fumbling with her books as she collected them and made her own way out into the crowded hallway. Professor Gilbert was leaning against the foot of the staircase reading his text messages, and she saw him laugh. He continued to smile as he tapped out a response. She had never noticed him outside of class before—had never seen him doing the ordinary things people do. He looked up at the sound of the lecture room door slamming behind her and his unflinching gaze made her stutter in her steps. He raised one eyebrow slightly and a faint smile crossed his lips before he turned his attention slowly back to his phone.

She put her shoulders back and and wound her way through groups of loitering students to the small common area. It was packed; the few vinyl sofas and uncomfortable wooden chairs, and even a low table were occupied by students relaxing between classes. Professor Gilbert had thrown her off-balance and she felt a sudden desperate need to get her feet back under her again. She scanned the room quickly, and spotting a small space between a slender boy in a hooded sweatshirt and an older guy, likely a graduate student, she crossed to the two men, putting a little extra sway in her hips than usual. The older man saw her approach and looked up. “Excuse me,” she said, smiling at him. “Is there room for me to squeeze in here between you?”

The boy in the sweatshirt looked up at her and drank in her short skirt and tight sweater and quickly slid over in response, swallowing hard and making as much room as he could for her on the vinyl cushion. She gave him a grateful smile and turned it on the grad student. He smiled back and stood. “Please.” She sat and he perched on the arm of the couch, letting his thigh brush against her upper arm. The boy next to her was staring at her, his eyes fixed on her cleavage. She crossed her legs gracefully with a satisfied smile and looked around.

Professor Gilbert was watching her with his arms crossed and still the barest hint of a smile on his face. He seemed amused at how easily she had managed to get to young men to move aside for her with little more than a sexy smile. Or was he irritated? Janie couldn’t be sure. She took a deep breath and sat up straight, thrusting her breasts out and hearing with some satisfaction the boy next to her inhale sharply. Coyly, she returned Professor Gilbert’s half-smile. His eyebrow went up again just as his phone sounded. He broke into a grin at whatever he was reading and quickly replied, then shoved his phone back in his pocket and turned on his heel, leaving the building without looking back at her.

She wondered who the texts were from and what they said to make him smile like that.

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Good Grades

11 Sunday Nov 2012

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I’m starting a new story. This is what I’ve got so far.

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Janie sat at her desk towards the back of the vast lecture hall and worried the corner of her notebook with her thumbnail. She watched the clock as the minutes ticked by, adjusting the neckline of her low-cut sweater a couple of times and fidgeting in her seat. Somewhere in the logical recesses of her brain she knew she should be hanging on the professor’s every word, taking copious notes, and working hard to bring her grade up to passing, but it was getting late in the semester. The days were longer and warmer and party season was in full swing.

Sure, she could spend every night between here and finals in the library studying her ass off. She could skip the raging keggers at the Delta Tau house, or attend her scheduled classes instead of spending the afternoon on the lawn of the student center soaking up the sunshine in her bikini. There were all kinds of boring, tedious, and mind-numbing things that would get her grade out of the basement.

There was also extra credit—private extra credit.

She’d passed her freshman English Lit. class with a simple handjob in the professor’s office. One letter to her adviser and she was bringing in a solid C-minus despite not having cracked a book and attending maybe half the lectures. He was old—at least in his fifties—tweedy, and very married. Janie was surprised at how little persuasion she had needed to use. “It’s not what you do, it’s WHO you do” seemed to make perfectly good sense.

Janie squinted down at Professor Gilbert. He was okay enough to look at, if you could get past his uninspired everyday uniform of standard issue Old Navy khakis and a button down shirt. He was kind of attractive, in a nerdy, middle-aged sort of way, but it didn’t keep him from being boring as fuck, droning on about Civil War politics, yammering about state’s rights and federal authority as if it even mattered. Those people had been dead for, like, two hundred years and all that shit was settled. She frowned. History was stupid.

As the last few minutes of class slid away she put on a fresh coat of lip gloss and watched him as he wrapped his lecture up. He wore no wedding ring and she saw no line that gave one away, and Janie carefully calculated that with those Opie Cunningham looks there was no way he was getting enough pussy to turn down any offer she could make.

When the last of the students had filed out, Janie approached him confidently.

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