Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is over eighteen years or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.
This is a continuation of the Tammy series. It works as a standalone story. Tammy is a cute girl from a small town in Texas.
There are five more parts in this series about Tammy's first year in college. I'm going try to add a new one each week.
Enjoy.
Everyone worries about grades in college.
My freshman year, it was hard to keep my grades up. Some of my time went to sorority activities. But I wasted a lot going to parties, drinking, smoking pot and having lots and lots of meaningless sex. God that was fun. I was finally away from the hick town I was born in and free from the control of my parents. Since I was top of my high school class, I thought that I could manage my college classes without studying much. There were two things I had failed to realize. The first was that the classes in my high school were not particularly challenging. The second was that there were subjects in college that my high school didn't cover. They didn't teach much science in the bible belt.
My grades caught up with me after the mid-term tests of my first semester. Most classes I could at least get by in. History and psychology were easy. I only had to do the reading and take multiple-choice tests to do OK. I attended most of the psychology lectures because the teacher was entertaining and hot, for an old guy. I was always a big reader and I read fast. English had essay questions, but I had read most of the assigned books in English before, so that was no problem. I was always good at writing.
Math was OK because I took the pre-calculus class, which was a review of algebra. I loved algebra in high school, and I could pass it in my sleep.
That left biology. Biology was a problem. It was the only small class I had, only thirty students. The tests were fill-in-the-blank and short essay questions. I had never taken biology in high school. I tried to read the book, but it was hard reading, boring and I didn't like or understand it. I hadn't figured out how to arrange my schedule yet. There were only four tests in the semester and after the second one, my average was in the sixty's.
I tried to get one of the nerdy guys in class to help me, but even after his help, I was way too far behind. I had to give him a blowjob to find that out. I was hopelessly screwed.
After my second test, I broke down crying about it in the quad. A sorority sister of mine, Pam, came over to me to ask me what was wrong. I told her I was going to flunk my biology class. I didn't understand any of the reading, and the class was at 7:30 in the morning. I could hardly keep my eyes open at that hour. There was no way I could pass the last two tests. They were each worth 25% of my grade, and my grades had not been good up until then. I never had the time or interest to study.
Pam acted sympathetic. "That'll do it." she said. "You can't expect to do well in classes when you spend all your time at parties, but it's happened to us all."
"But what can I do?" I asked. "If I fail this course, I can't be in the sorority, and I could lose my scholarship. I thought this class was an easy 'A.'"
I felt so hopeless.
Pam told me, "What the girls in the sorority do is fuck their professor. It's a sure way to get a good grade."
"What?" I asked, shocked by the idea.
"You heard me."
I didn't think I could do that, but I was in a corner, and I was out of options. There was a test next week and the final was in six weeks.
Pam said, "Lots of your sorority sisters have fucked their professors for grades. It's practically a Theta Alpha Beta tradition."
I had no idea how to go about it. How would I even bring up exchanging sex for a good grade with my professor? I asked Pam for her help. She told me how to do it and walked me through each step. She said it was easy.
After talking with her for a while, I had a plan. I dressed in something sexy that would make any man drool. A short plaid skirt and a white button-up shirt that my boobs would hang out of if I bent over. I wore knee high socks and Mary Jane school shoes. I didn't plan to wear a bra or panties. Pam told me to subtly flash my goodies to get his attention. Also, I might need to leave fast...after. With a bra and panties this outfit was extremely revealing. Without them, it bordered on being obscene. It was hard to keep my tits from falling out, especially when I opened an extra button. I looked like a man's idea of a sexy catholic schoolgirl. Like a Halloween costume.
I arrived at his office, right at the end of office hours on Friday. The plan was to ask about doing some extra credit work. If this worked, my problem would be over and that excited me. The downside was that the extra credit work, would most likely be sex with him. That thought excited me too. He was not bad looking for an old guy. I figured he was in his forties and fit. I'd never been with a guy that old. I didn't know what kind of kinky stuff he might be into, but finding out could be fun.
I was nervous standing outside his office door. I stood there for what seemed like minutes before I knocked then walked in. He was sitting behind his desk. I tried to speak but I broke down crying and sobbing. With the blouse I had on with no bra, when I sobbed, my boobs jiggled up and down.
I asked him for a tissue. He pulled a box out and put it down on his desk. He sat down again, waiting for me to say something. I leaned over his desk for a tissue, and my blouse fell open enough that he could see my boobs and nipples. I thought that would get his attention.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
