Making The Grade Ch 02 1

Student counseling sessions; not exactly my favorite part of the job. As one of the two science teachers for a private school, I always tried to make sure my students knew where they stood and how they could get better. To that end, I meet with my students near the end of each semester to tell them how they're doing and how they can improve. By doing so, I hoped to catch some people and correct their deficiencies before it was too late.

It was during one of these counseling sessions two years ago that I told a very talented student that the best she could hope for in my advanced chemistry class was an A-minus, which could have hurt her chances at few scholarships for which she was competing. What happened next was quite unexpected. The student's mother came to see me to ask about extra credit to get her daughter's grade up to a solid A. I had a strict rule - no extra credit for students below a 90 average; Emily's was at an 85.

Ms. Shaw did not take no for an answer. In no uncertain terms, she offered herself to me if I would boost her daughter's grade. Melissa Shaw was a stunning woman; I couldn't resist her. We had sex in my Ford Explorer parked in the school parking lot. Little did I know, someone was watching - Emily Shaw. Once it was all said and done, Emily aced the final, and with an artificial bump in her starting grade, got the 97 she needed. She also put two and two together and approached me the last day of school. She wanted to have sex, and once again, I couldn't resist temptation.

Those two encounters were the most erotic and satisfying of my life, and ever since then I have been trying to recreate the excitement and lustful passion by role playing with girlfriends - I'd asked Ashley, my girlfriend of seven months, to dress in a schoolgirl uniform and beg me to change her grade; that she would do anything if only I would give her an A. Another time we pretended she was in detention and needed to be disciplined for giving a fellow student a blow job in the school's library. I made her show me exactly what she'd done. While these were certainly fun, I just didn't get the same electric charge that I had with those two elicit encounters with Melissa and Emily Shaw. In the end, the fantasy didn't live up to the thrill of reality. I had experienced something naughty, elicit, against the rules; I needed more than Ashley could give to satisfy my evolving needs.

Which leads me to an opportunity that presented itself during my most recent counseling sessions. Jennifer Kim, a talented art student who was planning on attending college in the fall for interior design, was in danger of failing chemistry, which is a graduation requirement. Although she did well in the humanities, I had identified Jennifer early on as a borderline science student. She got a B-minus in physical science, a C in biology, and was currently sitting at a 60 average in chemistry. Early second semester, I put her with my best chemistry student to get extra help, but she just didn't get it. It happens. Sometimes even a bright student has a mental block in a particular subject area; for Jennifer it was chemistry.

It was a little after four o'clock; all of my after-school counseling sessions were done. I was about to leave for the evening when I heard a soft knock at my office door. It was Jennifer.

"Ms. Kim," I said, "what can I do for you?"

Jennifer looked apprehensive as she stood in the doorway. She was still wearing her school uniform - a white buttoned shirt bearing the school's crest, crossover bow tie, and a plaid skirt that fell a couple of inches above the knees.

"It's okay," I said, "come in."

"Thanks, Mr. Allison," she replied as she walked over to my desk.

I motioned for her to take a seat and she did.

"Now, what can I do for you?"

Jennifer looked down at her small hands folded in her lap, her long dark hair falling into her eyes. She took in a deep breath, paused, then said in a soft voice, "Mr. Allison, if I don't do well on the chemistry final, I'm going to fail, aren't I?"

I grabbed my grade book and confirmed her assessment. "Yes, Ms. Kim; I'm afraid so." I closed the book. "Has Michelle's tutoring been any help?"

"Oh, yes, sir. She's been a very patient teacher...it's just really hard for me for some reason. I think I know it; then when I get to the tests, I bomb them."

I could see her eyes beginning to well up. "I'm supposed to start college in the fall! What if I fail and have to do summer school? I'd have to wait another semester, maybe even another year to start! My parents...would not be happy."

A single tear rolled down her cheek, which started the water works. I reached into my desk and held out a box of tissues. This wasn't the first time a student cried about their grade.

"It'll be alright, Ms. Kim," I said. "I've seen your work on display; you're very talented. You'll get to college - if not this fall then certainly next year."

That pep talk did not help things; her eyes began to well with tears again. "Please, Mr. Allison, isn't there something I can do? Extra credit? A project? Something to help my grade?"

I shook my head slowly. I really did feel for her. "I'm sorry, but you know my policy on extra credit."

She nodded, a look of defeat on her face. "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Allison. It's just...I'd do anything to not see the disappointment in my parents eyes."

I reached out to her and placed my hand over her clenched fists. "You haven't failed yet," I said.

She looked up at me and gave me a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless. Jennifer truly was a beautiful young woman. A Korean-American, her parents were the first generation of her family born in America, and while she spoke Korean and seemed to maintain elements of their culture, her parents also embraced being American citizens. Jennifer's looks, however, were 100 percent Korean, with long dark hair that fell below her shoulders, big expressive eyes, a cute little nose, and a small mouth. She had flawless, fair skin and long, toned legs that were accentuated by the short, plaid skirt of her uniform. I momentarily felt my pulse in my neck as she looked at me with those big brown eyes.

"The final exam is next week. I want you to work with Michelle and when she's busy, come see me and I'll help you study; okay?"

She took my hand in hers and squeezed. Her skin was so soft. "Thank you, Mr. Allison. I really appreciate it."

"Of course," I replied, "that's why I'm here. Now, don't worry about it any more. Study hard and we'll deal with whatever happens."

"Yes, sir," she said, standing.

I stood. Jennifer was about five or six inches shorter than my 5-10 frame. She looked up at me and smiled, "Thanks again, Mr. Allison."

"No problem. See you tomorrow."

She turned and left. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at her long legs as she left my office. Like most Korean women I'd met over the years, they were one of her best features.

Over the next few days, Jennifer came to my office three times to study. She was definitely struggling, but I could plainly see she was doing her best. The exam was held the following Thursday. That night, I graded the exams. Jennifer got a 65. Based on how she had performed on a practice exam the day prior, I thought for sure she was going to get at least a C; she had really put in the work. It was all in her head at this point. Too bad, I thought, but the math is the math.

I took a sip of bourbon and pictured how it would go when she got her exam back. The look on her face would be heartbreaking. My mind's eye pictured her big, brown eyes filling with tears. But, I didn't stop there. I closed my eyes and pictured her sitting next to my desk, her long legs crossed as she leans over to work on a problem, sitting so close to me I can small the scent of her shampoo. That's when it came to me - how I could get what I wanted and give her what she so desperately needed. I planned on posting the results of the test Monday morning. If something were to be done, it would have to be done before then.

The next day after class, I asked Jennifer to come see me after school. At the appointed time, there was a soft knock at my office door.

"Mr. Allison?" she said softly. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Ms. Kim," I said in a level tone. "We have something to discuss. Please come in and close the door behind you."

I saw the white skin of her face flush. "Yes, sir," she said apprehensively.

"Have a seat." I motion to the chair next to my desk.

"I graded the exams last night," I said, pulling hers from the top of the stack, "and I'm afraid you only got a 65. To pass the course you needed a 74."

Jennifer's face said it all as her lower lip began to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears. She put her head in her hands. "What am I going to do?" she sobbed.

She was such a sweet girl. The thought did occur to me to just change her grade right there, swearing her to secrecy. But as I watched Jennifer's skirt ride up her toned thighs as she rocked back and forth in her chair, I decided against charity. As much as I liked her, she had failed the class. Anyone else would simply be getting a failing grade; I was going to give her the opportunity to earn a passing grade and graduate on time.

Jennifer looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, and said between sobs, "I'm sorry, Mr. Allison. You must think I'm stupid."

"No, of course not," I said in a soothing voice. "Chemistry is hard. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You can go to summer school and then start college next year."

"I can't," she sobbed, "My parents," she cried, "I can't do summer school," she sobbed. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up. "Isn't there something else I can do? Anything to raise my grade?"

Finally, the question I had been waiting for, but I didn't think she was quite ready to hear my solution. "I'm afraid not, Ms. Kim. I've supplied a tutor; I've helped you study after school; I've done all I could. You just need more time to study; I have every confidence you'll get it next time."

She lowered her head in defeat, took in a deep breath, and began to rise out of her chair. "Thanks for all of your help, Mr. Allison," she said. "I have to go tell my parents now." She turned to leave.

Just as she reached the door, I said, "Ms. Kim, perhaps there is something you can do to earn a passing grade after all."

She turned around, a hopeful, almost desperate look in her eyes. "Anything, Mr. Allison! Just tell me what I need to do."

"Please, have a seat," I said, motioning to the chair beside my desk. "Now, what I am about to suggest is between us, okay?"

She nodded eagerly, "Yes, sir."

"If the principal found out I was offering to change a student's final grade, I could get in a lot of trouble. Once final exams are done, that's it...so, any extra credit at this point would not only be against my own rules, but against school policy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Allison," she replied. I noticed her chest rising and falling as she breathed excitedly, "I understand. Should I write a paper or is it a special project?"

I smiled to myself. Yes, a special project, I thought.

"Ms. Kim, you are currently failing chemistry. If you do as I tell you, not only will you pass; you will receive an A on the final. What do you think about that?"

Jennifer's mouth fell agape in surprise. "Really, Mr. Allison! What do you need me to do?"

"Stand up," I said in a low but firm voice.

She stood.

This was the moment I'd thought about for so long. I didn't just want to fuck one of my students. I wanted to seduce her; own her.

I was almost out of breath as I spoke. "Take off your tie and unbutton the top button of your shirt."

She reached up for her tie then stopped, a quizzical look in her eyes. "Mr. Allison?"

"Remove your tie and unbutton your shirt."

"I don't understand," she said in a soft voice.

"Ms. Kim, do you want to graduate high school next month or next year?"

"Next month," she replied.

"Okay then." I motioned for her to continue.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in a apprehensive voice.

"Isn't obvious?"

"But...Mr. Allison..."

"Ms. Kim," I started. "You are an attractive, young woman. What I want is simple. If you don't want to give me what I want, that's perfectly fine. I would totally understand. You have to understand that to break the rules and give you a passing grade, I need something more than a silly paper on how elements bond." I waited a moment and asked, "Do you want to graduate?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then take off your tie and unbutton your shirt."

Jennifer shifted her weight from one foot to the other, then slowly pulled off her tie, held it for a moment, then placed it on the nearby chair. She then unbuttoned the first of three buttons on the school uniform's white dress shirt. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned the second. She stopped, her face blushing.

"One more," I said.

She looked down, then took care of the last button which allowed me to see a hint of her bra.

"Pull your hair to one side."

She did, a mix of guilt and astonishment on her face. Her neck was long and frail looking. I felt an urge to sink my teeth into it.

"That's very nice," I said. "Now take off your shirt," I ordered.

She took in a sharp breath, raising her hand to her mouth. "Please, Mr. Allison," she said in a whisper. "Don't make me do this."

"You have a beautiful body, Ms. Kim. I want to see it. Five...four...three...two..."

"Okay," she said. "Just...you promise I'll pass?"

"You have my word."

She nodded and lifted off her shirt revealing a white lace bra covering a pair of small, pert tits.

"Lovely," I said. I motioned for her to come closer.

Jennifer tentatively walked over to my desk beside the chair she had been sitting in.

"Turn around," I said.

She did as she was told, spinning slowly 360 degrees. Her body was flawless, with beautiful skin, a flat belly, and the most amazing legs. The short skirt framed her ass perfectly, and I wanted to take a peek under the hood, so to speak.

"Kneel on the chair."

Reluctantly, Jennifer placed her knees on the chair beside my desk.

"Lean over. Place your arms on my desk."

"Mr. Allison..."

"Now," I said in a firm, low voice.

She bent over, resting her forearms on the desk.

Fuck me, I thought. Her legs were unreal. I was still sitting in my desk chair so I rolled closer, positioning myself behind her at a 45 degree angle. I reached out, my hand shaking with excitement. She jumped, gasping when I lightly touched the outside of her toned thigh.

"Your skin is so soft," I said, "so beautiful."

I caressed her thigh as she trembled under my touch. I wanted so badly to touch her sex, but I needed to be patient. Instead, I lightly caressed her inner thigh with one hand while lifting up her skirt with the other, revealing a pair of white cotton panties that covered three-quarters of her exquisitely tight ass.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Does he ever spank this tight, little ass of yours?"

She gasped and quickly shook her head.

My hand glided up the back of her leg and over her left cheek. I moaned involuntarily.

"How long have you been going out?"

"Six months," she replied after a moment's hesitation.

"Have you had sex?"

"What? Mr. Allison, I don't..."

I spanked her left butt cheek - not hard, but just enough to make her grunt and jump in surprise.

"I asked you a question. Have you had sex?"

"Yes," she whispered, lowering her head.

"Was he your first?"

"I..."

I spanked her right cheek. Damn her ass was firm.

"Yes."

"Very good," I replied. "You can stand up now."

She did. I noticed her knees her red from kneeling on the chair. It wouldn't be the last time she'd be on her knees today, I thought.

I sat back in my chair and said, "Take off your bra."

"Please, Mr. Allison!" she pleaded, "This is embarrassing!"

"Why are you embarrassed?" I asked. "You're absolutely gorgeous. I want to see your breasts. Take off your bra for me or go home; the choice is yours."

Jennifer reached around her back as I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. As fun as it was to have sex with Emily Shaw and her mother, this was so much better. They were willing. I was bending Jennifer to my will; it was quite the rush. After she unhooked it, she held the bra in place momentarily before tossing it onto the desk. Her breasts were less than a handful but enough to satisfy my needs. Her nipples hardened as they were freed from the bra.

"Beautiful," I said.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Touch them."

"What? Why? You've seen them; can I get my passing grade now and go home?"

I actually chuckled.

"Ms. Kim, I thought we had an understanding. Did you really think giving me, a 37 year-old man, a quick peek of your breasts was going to satisfy my needs?"

She crossed one leg over the other. "I guess not."

"Make no mistake. If you want to graduate, you're going to have to do a lot more than strip for me. Now stop stalling."

With a hardened look in her eyes, Jennifer cupped her breasts and squeezed. After a few seconds I said, "Your nipples too."

She let her thumbs graze her erect nipples as she continued to squeeze them in her hands.

"That looks so nice," I said. I stood and, standing behind her, let my hands fall on her shoulders. That's when I realized just how petite she was. I could see her pulse racing in her neck as she continued to play with her lovely tits. I reached around her and cupped her pert breasts in my hands, squeezing them as I lightly pinched her nipples between my fingers.

"Oh," she gasped.

I pulled slightly, then pinched them with just enough pressure to make her groan as I kissed her exposed neck, tasting her warm soft skin. As my lips met her skin, she took in a sharp breath and stiffened. I leaned over and took her left nipple into my mouth, my tongue circling it several times before rapidly flicking across it. She gasped in response.

"How does that feel?" I whispered in her ear before moving to her other tit.

"I...I can't..."

I sucked her into my mouth hard and she gasped again.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Mr. Allison, please, don't make me..."

"Make you? It's up to you whether you graduate on time or not, Ms. Kim." With that, I unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor.

"No! Please!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself as she stepped away from me.

I had a small sofa in my office along the wall; I pointed to it. "Have a seat."

She did, sitting stiffly and keeping her legs tightly together.

I sat down next to her and asked, "How often do you masturbate?"

She seemed surprised by the question, then blushed as she said, "I...I...Mr. Allison, please..."

"Why are you embarrassed? When I was your age, I jerked off almost every day. It's perfectly normal. So, how often?"

She looked down and, after a few moments whispered, "Maybe three times a week."

"See that wasn't so hard." I licked my lips in anticipation. "When do you normally do it? At night before you go to sleep? In the morning before you get up?" I smiled. "In between classes?"

She looked at me in horror. "No!"

"So, when?"

"Usually before I go to sleep...sometimes in the morning...in the shower."

"Do you have a removable shower head?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Do you like to massage your clit with it?"

She looked at me like I had read her mind. "How did you know?"

"It's a very common technique for women," I replied. "When you masturbate in bed, do you take off all of your clothes?"

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, folding her hands in her lap. "No, not usually."

"How do you usually start?"

"I..." She shifted again in her seat before continuing. "I touch my skin lightly, pretending it's someone else, my boyfriend."