How to Save Your GPA

Amber Jordan was by no means a bad student. As a computer science major, she excelled at most of her classes. Some things like maths came naturally to her, much to the envy of her classmates. She could ace her calculus exam with a few hours of studying, breeze past the algorithms test without breaking a sweat. However, there was one course that was about to be her downfall.

Every student was required to take elective courses from a branch outside of their own faculty. Most students translated that into picking a course from the ones unofficially labelled as the easy A classes. The ones with the professors who are well aware of the reason behind the wide selection of students registered for the course and see no problems with giving them all full marks. The professor doesn't do any work and the students get a boost on their GPA. Both parties are happy.

Amber, on the other hand, had used a completely different metric when deciding on her elective course for the semester: the attractiveness of the instructor. Her intention had not been that to start with. She was merely browsing through the course catalogue when she stumbled upon his profile.

Alexander Pierce.

Without even reading the syllabus of the course, she registered for it and immediately delved into daydreams about the man. Standing at a full 190 cm, the 40-year old was sculpted of muscles that begged for release from the spotless shirts he wrote to every lecture. His blue eyes were like lasers, seeing through meat and bone into the soul of the lucky person worthy of having his attention and his hair was always meticulously jelled back, away from his high cheekbones and full lips.

Amber sat in the front row, pen and paper ready to be filled with notes, but got distracted every time. The first week, it was the mere existence of the man and the fact that he was as good-looking, if not better, than she had imagined in her head. The following week he had brought along a water bottle that he sipped freely from throughout the lecture, giving her a full show with the way his throat tensed with every sip. The next week he rolled up his shirt sleeves and revealed toned forearms, one of them decorated with tattoos. The next was the fateful week where he spilled water on his shirt and went through with the lecture wearing a see through material that did nothing to hide the toned set of abs forming his stomach. Week after week, it was something else that bared another part of the professor to Amber and week after week, she found herself not listening to a single word and leaving the lecture hall wearing an uncomfortably soaked pair of panties.

Eventually, this level of distractedness resulted in failed tests and unanswered questions. She could not even study in her free time as every sentence she read brought forward memories of Mr. Pierce and caused her brain to have a meltdown. So, when her test results came they were accompanied by a note from the man himself.

"Next Monday, my office, 6 pm."

Simple, to the point, utterly and completely maddening.

Amber spent the rest of the week agonising over what was going to happen. Was she getting kicked out of the class? Had he noticed the depraved thoughts going on in her head and decided to berate her for them? Did he report her to the dean? Day after day, she got more and more worried until she reached the point of shaking with nerves. She hadn't told any of her friends about the meeting, too embarrassed to admit that she was flunking a class due to her attraction towards the professor. Her endless, limitless, soul crushing attraction that haunted her dreams. She gave them a weak excuse of running a study group for one of her upcoming exams, ignoring the looks she got for her carefully chosen outfit.

With no information on whether her academic career was on the line or if she was only going to be scolded for not studying harder and given a motivational speech, she focused her clothing choice on the fact that she was about to spend an undefined amount of time, alone, in a closed room with the man she thought of every time she turned on her vibrator for the past two months. And then she changed her outfit three times, each time reminding herself that this person was also her professor and had the power to prevent her from graduating.

Eventually, she ended up with a plaid skirt that she might have bought with him in mind and wore to class more than once, a simple v neck sweater to keep the outfit from straying too much into the porn costume category and a pair of boots with the smallest of heels in a weak attempt to bring her height closer to the professor's. She curled her hair, having to take multiple breaks to avoid burning her cheek and showing up at his office with blisters on her skin. All in all, it took her a total of 4 hours to reach something she deemed appropriate enough for a professor but attractive enough for a man whose approval she desperately sought even though she knew it would never come in the way she desired.

Half an hour later, exactly at 6 pm on the dot, Amber knocked on Mr. Pierce's door. She had enough time to take two deep breaths and run through her apology speech detailing her plan to do better for the final exam once before she heard his voice through the door.

"Come in, Miss Jordan."

After allowing herself three more seconds, Amber pushed down the handle and opened the door. She entered with her eyes on the ground, following an imaginary path until her feet approached his desk. Amber's head slowly lifted, giving her the first glimpse of the man her eyes constantly searched for whenever she was on campus. He wore another one of his shirts today, light blue and perfectly matching his eyes. His tie was spotless as usual, in a classic knot that sat close to his neck. Even though Amber couldn't see his body below his torso, she knew that he would have a belt that matches his shoes and the band of the watch around his wrist. He rotated through three watches, each one coming with their own set of accessories.

Standing in silence, Amber found herself unable to meet her professor's eyes. In class, she was free to take in the man's full glory as she wished since he was always too entranced with their topic of the week to notice one of his students drooling in the front row. Today, the roles were reversed. She was the one on display, her hands nervously laced together behind her back and her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. Seconds ticked by during which neither of them said anything. There was no sound in the room, only the faint footsteps coming from the hallway separated from them by a door. It took her maybe a minute of standing there to realise that she had a speech prepared and one more to prepare herself mentally to deliver it.

"Mr. Pierce, allow me to start by saying how much I regret not studying harder for the test. I understand now that I should have spent more ti-"

"Do you understand that you need to pass this course to graduate, Miss Jordan?"

Her words by cut off by his deep voice, spoken as if he were the one to break the silence, as if she had never opened her mouth at all.

"Yes, yes, Sir, I do. That's why I have already prepared a schedule to catch up with t-"

"And you do understand that you need to graduate if you want to continue your career in computer science?"

"Yes, Mr. Pierce, of course I do."

"So tell me, why did I have to summon you to my office to talk about a less than satisfactory exam grade when all your other professors give you glowing reviews?"

He asked around about me, was the first though that went through Amber's head. The fact that he had found out which courses she had taken and spoken to her professors about her was enough to make her dizzy. Even though it required no more than a few clicks of his mouse to reach her transcript and the reason he spoke to her professors was to confirm whether she was as bad in her other courses as she was in his.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I had a lot of assignments from my other courses and did n-"

"So you prioritised those courses over mine?"

Shit.

"No, no, of course not. I just lost track of time."

"Miss Jordan, give me one reason I shouldn't fail you right now."

Amber still hadn't summoned the strength to lift her eyes from his desk, focusing on the meticulously placed pencils laying next to his laptop. She could feel his cool gaze on her, relentless and pushing for an explanation, an excuse, maybe another apology. Truthfully, Amber had no idea what the professor was seeking from her but she was determined to remain in his office until he was satisfied.

"As I started saying before, I have a schedule. I can show it to you, if you would like. I have planned out the topics I should go over and when in order to ensure I have covered the entire course material by the time of the final exam."

Her words came out in a flurry of worry and nerves, overlapping into a mess of sounds.

"And do you think it will be enough? You must have heard that my final exams are especially hard. Mostly to prevent cases like yours where students believe two weeks of studying is enough to learn everything I aim to teach in an entire semester."

"Of course, you're right. I won't be able to learn everything but I believe that I deserve another shot at passing the course. To fix my mistake."

"You believe, hm? What if I don't believe, Miss Jordan, what then?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"How do you plan to convince me?"

There was a change in his tone, the smallest of drops in his pitch, the way his words came out slower than they usually do, that got her to finally meet his eyes. The difference was so subtle that no one would have caught it, except she had spent the last two months obsessing over every detail about this man. No matter how much she had tried to prepare herself, having his full attention on her was still disconcerting. It was the first time that their gazes locked with this much intensity, the very first time he was actually looking at her instead of brushing past another student in his lecture. Amber couldn't help but feel like he could hear every thought going on in her head.

She couldn't figure out what the man wanted her to say, yet another one of his tests that she was bound to fail. Instead, she raised one shoulder in a pathetic shrug and opted to stay silent.

The professor rose up from his chair, taking casual steps around his desk until he stood on the same side as Amber. He leaned back against the wooden surface, crossing his arms, all without tearing away his eyes from her.

"I was quite surprised when all of your other professors mentioned how enthusiastic you were about attending their office hours. One would expect you to show up to mine, seeing as you are struggling with my subject."

While Amber took great pleasure in having one on one discussions with her other instructors, she had refrained from attending any of Mr. Pierce's office hours. The main reason was her inability to form coherent thoughts whenever she was in the same room as the man. She was fairly certain that if she attended the voluntary study and question sessions, her hours would have gone to waste as she would not be able to concentrate on a single thing he said. There was also the added risk of her professor figuring out her infatuation with him, something she wanted to avoid. However, neither of these were reasons she could give him.

"I, um, had lectures that clashed with your office hours."

"Don't lie to me, Amber."

Her name had never sounded so luxurious, so beautiful, so special than it did falling from his lips. Amber's surprise at his use of her first name must have shown on her face as the man shook his head with a sigh, pushing away from the desk to tower over her at his full height. Amber watched, almost in slow motion, as one of his hands rose, pushing away a stray curl and tucking it behind her ear. His fingertips brushed her cheek as he pulled away, her skin heating up instantly. Amber's lips parted but no sound came out, leading to her standing still in shock.

"I waited for you to show up, you know. You were at every lecture, in your seat right in the middle of the front row, looking at me with those fuck me eyes."

"I-I-I have no idea-"

"Stop lying to me!"

His words were like the crackling of a whip, sharp and sudden. Amber had never heard the man raise his volume before. She felt her stomach clench, her mind working on overdrive to make some sense of what her professor had just revealed. Her default reaction was to deny everything he was accusing her of but there was no point, her secret was out. Yet, here she was in his office and here he was, standing close enough to overwhelm her senses with his unique scent.

He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair before speaking again.

"Don't tell me you weren't sitting there, fantasising about being on your knees for me."

"Sir, I'm-"

"If you're about to finish that sentence by apologising, stop. I don't care for your apologies. I called you in my office to give you a chance to convince me not to fail you. You don't have to act like you don't know what you can do to make that happen. You are a smart girl, use your brain."

Said brain was currently too busy attempting to grasp the fact that the God of a man standing in front of her was currently giving her the chance to live what she had been fantasising about for months. She shifted her weight, her eyes darting between his and looking for the slightest sign that this might be a test as well, that he might be giving her a chance to call him out on his outrageous proposal and prove that she hadn't spent countless nights with her vibrator between her legs thinking of him.

She let out a short burst of laughter, filled with tension and audibly fake. The words were on the tip of her tongue, ready to cause a scene and give a big speech on how she would never do such a thing and that it would be completely morally wrong for them even to be discussing it. But then, the professor raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the desk once again. The action drew her attention to his body, her eyes taking an involuntary trip down the smooth planes of his chest.

In an instant, her mouth was completely dry. Any thought she had of the offer being a ruse disappeared from her mind, replaced by the sight of his erection pushing through the material of his pants. The professor stood there, his expression challenging her to do something, act on her desires, prove to him that she can be worthy of his time.

Amber could not believe that she was the reason for his obvious arousal, that the thought of her pleasuring him was enough to harden his cock to the point where she could see the bulge from two steps away. Her fingers itched to close the distance, to finally know how his skin feels against hers instead of having to use her imagination. Still, there was a quiet, weak voice in her head that was insistent on reminding her this was her professor. It was almost drowned out by the rapid beating of her heart but managed to be heard even through Amber's excitement and the opportunity in front of her.

Throughout her inner struggle to take the plunge or run away, the professor stood waiting. He did not make a sound or betray any of the thoughts in his head. He simply watched her as if he had all the time in the world and nothing else to do.

"Professor," Amber started after clearing her throat, ripping her eyes away from the man in an attempt to clear her head. "I appreciate you giving up your time for this meeting but maybe it's best that I go."

Every bone in her body wanted to take back those words as soon as they left her lips. She did not want to leave this room, maybe ever. She wanted to stay locked in there with him, following his every order and making sure every cell in his body positively burst with pleasure. Alas, the voice in her head was relentless.

For a second, she thought he would agree and let her leave. Instead, she felt two fingers lifting her chin until she was forced to meet his eyes. The colour had darkened to resemble a storm, a drastic change from its usual calm sky.

"I am not a man known for granting second chances often, Miss Jordan." She missed the use her first name instantly. He spoke with his usual soothing tone but his stare told a completely different story. "I strongly urge you to take it."

His hand slid forward until his palm curved around her jawline, his thumb tracing her generous bottom lip. They watched each other in silence, the professor waiting for her to give in and Amber finally succeeding in shutting up her conscious. The voice was pushed away the second she felt his warm hand on her skin, already craving more of his touch when she had only tasted the bare minimum.

She gave him the smallest of nods, receiving a devious curve of his lips in response. His thumb pulled down her lip until his fingertips were coated with her saliva, letting go with a soft smack.

"I knew you were smart."

He muttered, brushing her cheekbone with the pad of this thumb.

Amber was not a virgin but under the attention of this man, she forgot everything she had learned from her previous experiences. She did not know where to put her hands or how to proceed, standing still with wide, eager eyes.

"Now prove to me that you are worthy."

Amber felt the words caress her skin, lighting her on fire. She wanted the man to approve of her. She needed his approval with a burning need and in an instant, she knew what she was supposed to do. All her fantasies came rushing back in her mind, all the visions she had created that started with the two in eerily similar positions to how they were right now. She knew what he was saying with the way his hold tightened around her jaw, not forcing any kind of movement from her but barely hanging on based on how tense his biceps look.

"As you wish, Sir."

Her reply was met with a sound from his throat that she could only describe as animalistic. A sound that travelled directly between her legs, dampening her underwear even more than it already was. She knew that it could not be about her, doing her best to ignore the rapidly increasing throbbing of need.

Amber slowly sank down on her knees, his hand never leaving her jaw. Her new position brought her face to the same level as his erection, giving her a closer view. She saw no point in attempting to hide her eagerness at this point. She had kneeled for the man without him having to make any open requests. There was no doubt that he already knew how much she craved this. His long fingers stroked her cheek and she leaned into their warmth, allowing herself a second to enjoy the feeling.

Leaning forward, she freed her face from his hold to press it against the hard outline of his cock instead, her nose following the contour. He stayed quiet, allowing her to get acquainted with his member. Her deft fingers made quick work of his belt, followed by the button and zipper of his pants. Within seconds, she had lowered his pants from his hips and was pressing her lips against the thin material of his boxer briefs. She took her time, travelling along the outline to make sure that she left open-mouthed kisses on every inch.

Even though there was still no skin to skin contact, Amber felt ready to explode. Every touch of her lips was met with a soft groan from the man, motivating her to keep going. His hands were now holding the edge of his desk, making Amber mourn the loss of his touch. His pre-cum had left a wet spot and she allowed her tongue to dart out, stealing her first taste of the professor. Bitter and sour, yet so incredibly sweet. She moaned with the need to have more. His size had grown even larger under her attention, to the point where Amber was certain he would not fit in her mouth.

With hurried movements, she pulled down the waistband of his underwear and watched in fascination as his erection sprung free. Veins covered his length, giving her a map to trace with her tongue. She started from his base, tracing the throbbing veins slowly, tasting his skin and committing the feeling to memory. Amber had no idea if this would be a recurring event or if it was her one chance to relieve the tension that had built up over the course of the semester. So, she was determined to make sure she remembered every touch, every taste, every sensation when she left this room. When she reached the head, she pulled away enough to look up at the professor, needing to see his expression. The man stood with his head thrown back, his eyes opening when she withdrew her touch. A look of frustration passed through his face and Amber scrambled forward to attach her lips to his skin again. She traced his veins once, twice, three times until his head was leaking at a rapid pace, his erection pulsing with need.