How an adult college student earned a passing grade
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Damn! Damn! Damn! Terri thought as she hurried down the corridor towards his the faculty offices. I knew that this class was going to be hard, why did I take it? I could have taken music appreciation but no, not miss I love math; not me; I had to take a math class. Now my scholarship is flying out the window because I wanted to show off!
Well, maybe this isn't as bad as I think. It might not be my about grades,. The note simply said, "Come to my office to discuss your progress." That could mean anything right?
In her heart she and the pit of her now churning stomach knew better. She wasn't doing well with the work and she hadn't asked for help though he had noted that opportunity a couple of times on her papers. This was to be the ass chewing she deserved for her laziness.
Wait a minute - she slowed her pace - maybe an ass chewing (or something less painful like a little dick sucking) could be arranged instead of a failing grade. She thought he smiled at her a little differently than he did everyone else. Of course that could have been her projecting her feelings on him.
Since the beginning she liked the way he ran the class and even though he was strict with his assignments she got the impression he was fair and kind. He carried himself in a confident way that said he knew what was going on all the time. Could be seduced? Quickly she ducked into the ladies room to take a last minute inventory.
The mirror reflected a body to be proud of, curvaceous and well proportioned with a tight ass and large breasts. She brushed her hair and fixed her pale pink lipstick, rearranged her white blouse and plaid skirt, then turned sideways to check out her profile.
Chest out - show off the twins - she thought. Her ass and legs looked great too. The skirt hugged her trim waist, draped teasingly across her butt and sopped about three inches above the knee. Her white stockings accentuated her long well toned legs and shapely calves.
She paused again recognizing the choice of what she now recognized as a classic schoolgirl outfit might have been a subconscious nod to this idea to begin with. Her usual school clothes were jeans and a comfortable blouse. Heck she was even wearing her black Mary Janes instead of white anklets and sneakers.
"Yep, I look good", she said out loud. "But do I look good enough and not like a slut? Too late now Terri, onward and upward... or downward; might as well go all the way."
Reaching under her skirt she slipped her tiny panties off, shivering as the cool air made her warm shaved pussy tingle. As she put the panties into her book-bag she noticed that they were a little damp in anticipation of her mission to seduce and smiled. Stepping back from the mirror she raised her skirt and she slowly reached down to stroke her bare pussy.
"I'm wet already," she said to softly. "All he'll have to do is look at me and my legs will fly open." No! No! Control yourself she thought, you want to control him not the other way around.
Dropping her skirt she reached for her bag. Glancing in the mirror she saw the full outline of her tits under the lace blouse and stopped. She stood straight and unbuttoned the blouse first one button then two. What the hell she thought, in for a penny in for a pound. With that she removed her silk blouse and slipped out of her bra and exposed her firm 36 Cs to the air. Immediately her nipples hardened. She unconsciously fingered them.
"This is as fine a pair of tits as he's likely to see," she whispered. Her pussy was now actually dripping onto her thighs. The thought of this illicit fuck combined with her own nakedness set her fantasies into high gear. She dawdled a bit before putting her blouse back on then stuffed the bra into the book-bag with the forsaken panty.
"Well," she thought giggling, "great tits, great ass, great legs, an already wet pussy and this outfit really ought to help me pass. Hell even if he doesn't go for it I'll get a nice wild fuck out of this."
She fought to calm herself down. Taking a deep breath she whispered, "This is as ready as I get. If he doesn't want this package he's gay or impotent." Then book-bag in hand she headed towards the office.
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The academic day was nearly over but Ted remained at his desk grading papers and getting ready for tomorrow's class. He liked teaching adult classes far more than the teens he usually herded and his math course was no exception. The students were all there to actually learn and that was rewarding in itself. He was however dreading the five o'clock meeting with Terri.
Although intelligent and with a math background, she was obviously out of her depth in the class but had never asked for help. Still there was something about her. Maybe it was her willingness to return to school and not get old. Maybe it was her smile. Or he thought allowing himself a small smile, maybe it was those great tits, long legs and that tight little ass. Whatever it was he had taken a liking to her on the first day.
As class went on and she started to fall behind he had hoped she would ask him for help. He would have gladly tutored her through the class a meeting like this wouldn't have happened. But that was all in the past and she would be here soon.
Opening her record and he went over the details once more. Good grades in all of her classes except this one and on a transitional scholarship program that required at least C in all classes and a B average to keep it open. A quick glance indicated that failing his class would cost her the money that was keeping her in school. That would be a shame he thought, she has potential. And, he thought to himself, she's damned cute.
He tried to quickly put that thought out of his head. It was career suicide to get involved with a student, even an adult student. Yet his dick was getting hard just thinking about her. He had nearly regained his composure when she knocked at the door.
"Come," trying to use his best professional demeanor.
The door opened and Terri swept into the office. Her skirt swinging gently as she turned to close the door. She stood in front of his desk with her book-bag on one arm and obviously a bit nervous. Her blouse was open at the top but tucked tightly into the waistband so that her breasts were easily visible underneath it. As she shifted her weight they swayed gently. No bra he thought to himself, and they still look great. His revere was broken as she spoke.
"You wanted to see me sir?"
"Yes I did." Feeling the need to gain his composure he paused, "I'll be with you in a minute, just have a seat."
Terri turned and stepped over to the nearby sofa and put her book-bag on one seat before turning again to sit down. Ted pretended to look over her records again while trying to get the thought of her tits out of his head. But she wasn't helping.
A quick glance over the top of the folder and he thought he could see a bare pussy under her short skirt as it lifted slightly when she turned. I must be wrong, he told himself. Surely she is wearing panties. He was wondering how he could carry on the counseling with such a distraction. He also wondered if he could get a better look at her pussy and confirm its nakedness; all very confusing and distracting.
As she sat of the sofa, Terri was wondering what was next. First it was hurry up and get here now, wait. What the hell is he playing at? She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. She had been ready to seduce him or at least try but how would she go about it, especially if he kept her clear across the room? Was he nervous? It was hard for her to tell since she was very nervous.
She squirmed a bit as felt her pussy getting wetter at the though of seducing her professor.
What if he turned her down? She would lose her scholarship and be embarrassed.
