Frustrated, Amy threw her purse against the wall of the foyer. She slammed the front door shut. Amy grabbed her purse and ran to her bedroom. After dropping her purse and books on the floor, she threw herself on the bed and started to cry.
In a few minutes, there was a knock on her bedroom door. It opened and Amy's mother peaked inside the room.
"Was that you making all that noise?" Amy's mother asked.
"Yes, sorry, mom. I didn't know you were home," Amy said as she quickly wipes her eyes.
"What's wrong?" her mom asked with genuine concern as she stepped into the room.
"My biology teacher is going to flunk me! If I fail that course, I won't be able to graduate until I retake it in the fall!" Amy sobbed.
"Oh, sweetie! I'm sorry! Can you talk to him?
Maybe you can do some extra credit," her mom suggested.
"He's so mean! You should hear him in class, mom. He treats us like we're idiots."
"Amy, I know you want to start your new job this summer and you need your degree before you start. It wouldn't hurt to talk to him, right?"
"I suppose you're right. I have to face him," Amy said with a sigh.
"Good. I'm here for you if you want to practice what to say to him," Amy's mom offered.
"Mom, that's so lame! Is that what you therapists do all day, make your clients roleplay?"
Her mom laughed. "No, but sometimes it helps."
"I'll handle it, mom."
"Okay. Well, dinner will be ready in about an hour," her mom said before leaving Amy's bedroom.
Even though Amy and her mother lived alone, they always sat at the table for dinner. It was a time for them to connect and share their feelings and experiences. Amy didn't want to talk about her problems with college. She struggled to think of something else to talk about since failing her biology course was weighing heavy on her mind. Her mother broke the silence by asking about Amy's boyfriend.
"He's fine, mom. We're going out on Friday night. We just decided not to see each other too much right now since we're both trying to do well in school this semester. There's a lot of pressure since it's our last semester, hopefully," Amy said.
Both Amy and her mother felt that it was best to limit conversation to small talk for the rest of the meal. After helping her mother do the dishes, Amy retired to her bedroom to talk to her boyfriend on the phone in private. After entering her room, she locked the door. After turning on her stereo, she laid on her bed and dialed her boyfriend's number.
Amy ran her fingers through her long, brown hair while waiting for her boyfriend to answer the phone.
"Hi, baby," Amy purred.
"Hey. What are you doing?" Amy's boyfriend asked.
"Not much. I'm a bit stressed about my one class. I'm afraid I'll be stuck studying tonight," Amy replied.
"Too bad. I'd do anything to get into your pants tonight," he said.
"Anything?" Amy said as her mind browsed the possibilities.
"You know you got it like that," he said. "I bet you could have any guy on campus on his knees begging for you at the slightest hint that they had a chance with you."
"Well, that's college boys for you. Too bad getting good grades isn't as easy as getting laid."
"Yeah, well, you'd have professors on their knees too."
Amy giggled. "No, I wouldn't."
"They're men, aren't they?" he chuckled.
Amy didn't answer. She was too busy judging the accuracy of his statements.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Oh, sorry. Hey, baby, I gotta go, but we'll get together soon, okay?" Amy said just before she hung up the phone.
Amy contemplated her boyfriend's advice while remembering that her mother had told her to talk to her professor. "Would it hurt to dress unusually sexy and see if I can persuade him to give me a passing grade?" she asked herself.
Amy walked to her closet and flipped through her clothing in search of the right outfit. It had to be sexy, but not ridiculously inappropriate for on campus. She immediately bypassed mini dresses she wore to clubs. While she considered different options for clothing, she also thought about different ways to approach Dr. Martin about her grade. Then, she found it, the perfect outfit. The pink silk blouse looked business-like, but the low cut and blushing color fit the flirtatiousness she was looking for. Paired with a gray, thin mini skirt and heels, she would look like she was dressed to impress, but still catch her professor's eye.
Though Amy was still worried, she felt much better about her chances. She read through her notes one last time before going to bed. She caressed her figure as she changed into her pajamas. Amy was not used to priming herself to be sexy. She thought about her boyfriend's words about every man on campus wanting her. "Maybe, I don't have to try hard after all," she thought.
As she settled under her covers, she slipped her hands up the front of her short nightgown and played with her nipples. She pictured Dr. Martin. His older, yet distinguished looks were not so bad in her opinion. Imagining herself bent over his desk with her skirt up, Amy wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on her hips as he forced his cock inside her. She ran her fingertips down her stomach and into her panties. She wondered what he would sound like as he fucked her tight pussy.
Caressing her clit, she fantasized about the sensations of his dominant hold on her while he thrust his hard cock deep. There was something about his age that triggered something unexpected in her. Amy could practically feel his hands cupping her breasts as she rubbed her clit. Before long, she whimpered and shook as she pictured him spanking her while he fucked her. Fully satisfied and still trembling, she pulled her nightgown tightly around her and drifted to sleep.
In the morning, she showered and shaved taking special care to shave completely. The thought of being with an older man had turned her on. She wondered if shaving completely to give an even more youthful appearance would make her, and hopefully Dr. Martin, even more excited.
She dried and brushed her long, dark brown hair before getting dressed. Amy was glad that her mother had already left for work. She didn't want to try to explain her outfit to her mother. She grabbed a light breakfast before leaving to go to her exam.
When Amy entered the classroom, she took her usual seat in the front row. Dr. Martin was already passing out the exams. Without even looking up from the papers he was distributing, he said, "Nice for you to join us, Amy."
"Crap," Amy said to herself as her heart sank. "Sorry," she whispered.
As Dr. Martin reached her desk, she could have sworn that he hovered over her just a tad longer than the other students. She hoped he was getting a good look down her blouse. She casually tossed her hair back and arched her back slightly. Dr. Martin cleared his throat and continued with starting the exam. Amy smiled.
Though she knew many of the answers, she struggled through some sections of the test. She was getting nervous. Amy knew she wasn't able to get an A on this exam. The pressure was on to make her plan of seduction work. Even though she finished before the last few students, she waited for them to leave before handing in her exam.
"Dr. Martin," she whispered as she interrupted his reading. "Dr. Martin, I was hoping we could discuss my grade."
Amy leaned forward on his desk. She could feel that her breasts almost fell out of the tight, low-cut blouse. She looked into his eyes.
"Well, Amy," he said after clearing his throat again. "It's a little late to discuss your grade, don't you think? You should have come to me sooner."
"Oh, Dr. Martin, please could we at least look at my grades? I need to pass this course more than anything! I need it to graduate and if I don't graduate on time, it will jeopardize my job."
"I don't know what to tell you. It's too late to retake a test or do extra credit."
Amy could tell he was looking at her breasts. She sighed, pushing them out farther. "Are you sure, Dr. Martin? I would do anything to pass. Could we at least look at my grades?"
There was an uncomfortable pause before Dr. Martin replied, "I suppose we could look. I have some time now." Dr. Martin stood and motioned for Amy to follow him.
Amy followed him down the hall to his office. After he unlocked the door, he held it open for him. Amy remained standing as he sat at his desk and opened the grade book.
"Look, Amy, your work has been far from satisfactory," he said as he pointed to her grades.
Amy moved close to him, brushing up against him. She bent over and looked closely at her grades as if she had no idea what they were. Leaning forward more while pretending to study each grade, she knew that as he reclined in his chair he was getting a nice view up her mini skirt. After a few moments, she turned to him and saw him looking at her ass.
"Dr. Martin, I don't know what to say. I should have been on top of this sooner. Is there anything I can do to fix this?"
Embarrassed from being caught looking, he stammered, "I don't know, Amy."
She looked back at her grades for a moment before saying, "This is quite a problem. Won't you help me? Please, professor?"
"It's not that I don't want to help," he said.
Amy turned to him, with her face close to his, she whispered, "What can I do for you?"
She held her position and waited for him to make a move.
"Well, I suppose we could help each other," he whispered. "But no one would ever be able to know."
"If you help me, I would never tell," she whispered against his cheek.
When he backed away from her, she thought she had just scared him away. He stood and walked to the door. Amy held her breath. She was afraid that he was going to ask her to leave. She exhaled when he locked his office door.
He walked towards her as if with new purpose. She noticed his handsome eyes and how good he looked in his stylish suit. When he got near her, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. His lips met hers with deliberate force. As they kissed, he smoothed the hair away from her face.
Her body grew warmer at the force of his lips against hers and his firm grip around her small waist. He held the back of her neck as he opened the buttons to her blouse with his other hand. She inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed against her breasts and stomach. With a gentle grip on her neck, he tilted her backwards just enough to make it easier for him to kiss her neck and cleavage. Dr. Martin sucked and kissed her porcelain white, firm breasts.
After Amy let out a small moan, he put his finger over her lips. "You'll have to be quiet," he whispered. "Remove your panties," he ordered her.
He watched as she removed her blouse and bra. She reached around the back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She caressed the hem of her panties before sliding them down her thighs and stepping out of them. "I guess I don't listen too well," she said with a smile.
With her high heels still on she slowly walked closer to him. He allowed his hands to wander over her body. He pinched her nipple before sucking on it. Dr. Martin smiled as he stood and opened his zipper. Amy watched intensely waiting to see her prize.
After taking off his pants, he quickly laid them across the back of his chair. He began to take off his boxers when Amy stopped him. "Allow me," she offered.
She ran her fingers across the fabric and pulled his boxers over his stiff cock. She kneeled as she lowered his boxers to the floor. Looking up at her professor, she gripped his cock and licked the head. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He held his shirt away from her face and watched his student do her best work of the semester. Looking up at him often, she licked and sucked his hard cock. She gently stroked his balls as she sucked him into her throat. After he took great pleasure in watching his young student her told her to get up.
"Bend over and put your elbows on the desk," he ordered.
Her high heel made a soft clicking noise on the wood floor as she walked to the desk. She leaned on her elbows on the desk and presented her butt to him. He caressed her butt as he stood behind her. He gripped her firm flesh and rubbed his hard cock over her young pussy.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" he asked.
She just glanced back at him as if to say, "What do you think?"
"Sorry. Dumb question," he said.
With some resistance, he pushed his thick cock into her tight wetness. She gasped when he pulled out and thrust into her. He gripped her waist and forcefully pounded her pussy with his hard cock. When she yelped and groaned as she felt his cock slide against her g-spot, he reminded her to be quiet. His thrusts sent pulsing sensations through her body that made her legs weak.
He relentlessly thrust against her g-spot. Amy muffled her moans with her hand. She felt herself tighten around his cock, and was puzzled by a new explosion from within her. She felt utter release in a new way.
"You squirt?" he asked with a soft chuckle.
"I...I never have before," she stuttered.
With her admission, he pumped his cock into her harder and faster than before. She gripped at the desk and moaned. He let out a soft groan as his cock pulsed inside her. He thrust into her a few more times before releasing his grip on her waist.
"That was some extra credit," Dr. Martin said as he got dressed.
With her legs still feeling wobbly, she managed to get dressed. Dr. Martin smoothed over his shirt and tucked it into his pants while he watched her. Once she was dressed, he approached her and kissed her one last time.
"Our little secret," he whispered. "And, that was A work, by the way."
"So, I passed, right?"
Dr. Martin nodded. He unlocked his office door and held it open for her.
"Good luck on your job," he said with a smile.
Amy had a lot of mixed emotions about what had just happened. She was thrilled to know that she was going to graduate on time. She found herself feeling a bit sad that she would never feel Dr. Martin's grip on her again. She smiled when she thought about having future fantasies with him. When Amy got home, her mother immediately asked her about her exam.
"No problem, mom. I was worried about nothing. I think I nailed it," Amy said with a smile.