Reminiscences about a Teacher's Pe

In desperation, Paul asked her about her family. It seems that Jessica was feeling a little homesick and she poured forth her life history. Growing up in a small town, the only child of well-to-do professional parents, great expectations for high achievements in college and no room for failure or doubt. As she stumbled to the end of her tale, she was past crying to almost weeping with pent up doubt and worry.

"Oh my, don't cry. Please don't cry." Paul was beside himself as he handed her a napkin from the dispenser on the table. He didn't know how to handle crying women and here they were in a very public place with her having a very public breakdown.

"There, there, it's okay. It will all work out," he tried to sound re-assuring

"No. It won't. I've struggled all the way through my freshman courses. This semester is a bit better but I'm on my last chance for Intro Biology. I've got to pass, I've just got to."

"Well you're doing much better each week with the labs. You seem to understand the material and your explanations are getting more detailed and more confident."

"But that's just with you prompting me. I still don't know if I can do an exam," she said as a fresh round of tears resumed.

"Sure you can, the material is the same, you understand it and you should have no problem with the exam."

"I hope you're right but I'm not feeling that way right now. I don't think I can do it and it is coming up too fast. The semester is almost gone, I only have a few weeks until the exam."

Handing over another napkin, Paul secretly hoped Jessica would do well. He couldn't face another round of what promised to be a huge wailing and sobbing session if she didn't do well.

Chapter 4 -- The Exam Looms Large and Scary

Jessica continued to visit each week during office hours and review the week's experiment concepts. Nothing more was said between them about the exam but Paul could sense that Jessica was becoming more edgy with each passing week.

The last week before the exam there was no experiment to cover. The material focused on reviewing for the exam. Jessica arrived out of breath at her regular time for the last week of office hours in a state of panic.

"P-professor, I-I-I reviewed the exams you p-p-posted on the webs-s-site and I can't figure out the answers." Just as she uttered this, Jessica began to wail.

Paul was glad they were in his office this time as he had learned to equip his desk with an ever-at-the-ready box of tissues.

"There, there. Take it slow. What parts of the sample exams did you have trouble with?"

"Everything," the wail stopped long enough to say. "Everything."

"Stop. Stop. Show me which questions you struggled with," he said in a hopeful attempt to stem the flow of tears.

As they worked their way through the problems, it was clear to Paul that Jessica understood the material but was confused by what the question was asking. He walked her through several examples of sorting out the keywords, important bits of information and using those to decide which direction the answer should go. Jessica slowly settled down and concentrated on the effort, much to Paul's relief.

The time slid by as they worked through the entire practice exam step by step, discussing each question in detail, how to determine the approach to take for the answer and where to find the necessary information to come up with a solution. Neither one noticed the time slipping by until once again, Jessica's stomach growled its displeasure at the delayed mealtime.

"Oh my gosh, look at the time. I've kept you way past your office hours and suppertime. I'd better go."

"That's okay. I wanted to make sure you understood the material. I think you're getting the hang of it now."

"I think so. Some of it anyway. You've been a big help. I can't thank you enough professor for all of the extra time you've spent with me."

"That's what I'm here for Jessica. To help you learn the material. Since neither of us has eaten yet, why don't we head over to the student union for something to eat. I'm starving too."

"Okay, if that doesn't mess up your evening. Don't you have someone to go home to? Isn't there a missus professor somewhere?"

This was the first time Jessica had said anything about Paul's personal life and he was a bit dumbfounded at how much was appropriate for him to say.

"There's isn't a missus professor as you put it. I live alone in my microscopic apartment since my last girlfriend gave me the 'its not you its me' speech a while ago," he admitted with a bit more vehemence than he realized he felt.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I guess if you're hungry we can grab something in the food court again. Just let me zip out to the washroom and straighten myself up. I've been wailing about the exam so much, I must look frightful."

"No, you look just great. Nothing at all amiss - ummm," Paul faltered as he realized he was complimenting her on her looks. Jessica looked at him, her eyes saying things he couldn't understand.

"I'll be right back," she said simply as she turned and headed for the washroom.

They headed over to the student union in silence again. Paul worried that he had gone too far in commenting on her appearance and Jessica seemed lost in her own thoughts. Once again, Paul almost groaned aloud again as her perfume wafted delicately under his nose going through the door he was holding.

Like the previous time, they each sought out their preferred food and met back at a table to eat. With the late hour, the food court was relatively empty and they were able to get a nice table over by the atrium with the soothing sounds of the water garden helping ease the tension between them. Paul wracked his brain for details from their last conversation and asked Jessica innocuous questions about her family. At first Jessica was still lost in her thoughts, picking at her food and mumbling one or two word answers to his questions. Gradually the soothing water noises seemed to pull her out of her reverie.

"Do you think I really have a chance in the exam?" she asked with obvious trepidation.

"You seemed to come around this afternoon and figure things out. Keep that up and you should do fine on the exam."

"I hope so. I didn't feel that way when I first came in today but I feel better now. This is my last chance to keep from letting my parents down," her shoulders sagging noticeably as she said this.

They passed the rest of the meal in relative silence. Some question and answer exchange with Paul trying to help her gain confidence by asking fairly basic questions about biology. Jessica seemed to respond well but had a distant quality to the way she was answering, almost as if she was playing back the end of their encounter in his office and seeing things in a new light. Paul knew something was going on behind those eyes but didn't really have any idea what she was thinking.

As they finished up, Paul wished her good luck on the exam. Jessica rather wistfully thanked him for helping her and hoping she did well. Paul chalked it up to her concerns over what her parents would think and they parted company for the evening with Jessica rather aimlessly wandering off in the direction of her dorm.

Chapter 5 -- The Exam and It All Unravels for Jessica

The day of the exam was upon them. Paul had spent the last couple of days designing the questions and more than once he had caught himself thinking of things that Jessica had discussed with him and trying to work those into the questions to give her confidence on the exam.

"Shit," he thought to himself, "if my advisor knew I was cooking the exam for one student, I would be toast. What has gotten into me?" He shook his head trying to clear the obvious implications from his mind and focus on preparing the exam. Once he had the questions the way he liked, he ran off enough copies for the class and prepared all the rest of the support materials required for the exam.

The students filed in looking like a mix of confident scholars and lambs to the slaughter. Paul noticed that Jessica wasn't amongst the students. Just as he was getting ready to close the door and tell the students to turn over their papers and begin Jessica came running up, panting heavily with her hair disheveled and her chest heaving. Dragging his eyes off her surging and obviously braless tits with their alert nipples, Paul took in her state of disarray and the obvious panic in her eyes.

"Oh my gosh. I put my head down on my desk for a break from cramming and I woke up ten minutes ago. I ran all the way here so I wouldn't be late," she said with a sense of despair in her voice.

"That's okay. You made it. I was about to start the exam. There's an empty seat off to the far side of the front row. Why don't you sit there and take ten minutes to calm yourself and compose your thoughts. I'll give you ten extra minutes at the end to make up for it so you should be able to complete the exam without difficulty."

"Oh thank you. That would be great. I'll be okay in a few minutes, once I catch my breath and get my wits about me," she said with little conviction.

As the exam unfolded, Jessica seemed to have composed herself but was clearly struggling with the exam. As the students began to file out, handing Paul their papers on the way, she became more agitated the more empty the room became.

Finally at the end of the allotted time, Paul announced the cut off, and for the benefit of the rest of the students being present to witness it, noting the exception for the late arriving student writing in the front row. He asked everyone else to turn in their exams to him and file out quietly. As the last of the students filed out, Jessica looked up at Paul with a look of shear terror in her eyes.

Paul said "take another ten or fifteen minutes to work through your remaining questions. Try to relax and use the techniques we talked about in the review session. Calm down and you'll be fine."

Jessica's gaze returned to her paper but her hunched shoulders and desperate page turning told him that she wasn't relaxing or feeling very good about her performance on the exam. At the end of the extra time, he approached quietly and asked her to stop writing and give him the exam.

Jessica burst into tears and handed him the exam, sobbing "I'm going to flunk out of school, how can I face my parents? What do I tell them when I'm not allowed back? What am I going to do?" she wailed.

Paul handed her the box of tissues that he had thought to bring with him just in case of this situation. He told Jessica to sit tight and compose herself while he gathered up the exams and tidied up the room. As he gathered up the papers, she held her head in her hands and sobbed quietly, her shoulders shaking and giving away her delicate emotional state.

"Ah shit," he thought to himself. "Now what do I do? I can't leave her here like this, she obviously thinks her exam was a train wreck."

"Jessica, why don't you come along down the hall to my office? Take a few moments to compose yourself and get back on track before heading out wherever you're going."

"Okay but it won't do any good. I'm going to be kicked out of here as soon as the grades go in. I know I didn't do very well on the exam. I've just gotta stay in school, I've just gotta find a way to stay in school."

Chapter 6 --Jessica's Redemption

Paul led the way back to his office. Once inside, Jessica slumped down in her usual chair and sobbed quietly into her hands. Paul handed her the tissues again and wondered what to do now with the very unhappy co-ed.

On a whim, he grabbed her exam from the pile. Going through it, he could see that she had clearly struggled with the questions and had left many unanswered. A quick mental tally and he realized that even if she got every question that she answered correct, she would not likely pass the exam and therefore not pass the course.

Groaning inwardly, he asked her "how do you know that a cell is undergoing mitosis?"

Slowly, Jessica raised her head. Blinking, she said haltingly "you look for the chromosomes to be splitting up and one of each pair heading in opposite directions in the cell in preparation for replication and cell division."

"Yes. So if you'll just note that answer here, we'll move on to the next one."

Paul worked his through the exam, asking her the questions she had not answered. She was able to answer many of them without any additional prompting. Once Jessica realized what was happening she started to cheer up. Thinking to herself, "I'm getting it. I do understand it. What the heck is the professor doing asking me these questions all over again?"

As Paul got to the questions on sexual reproduction he slowed down and faltered a bit. He hadn't really intended to be in the position of discussing sex with Jessica but sticking to the format he had already set he decided to forge ahead and ask her each question she had left blank.

"What part of the male genitalia becomes aroused in preparation for intercourse?"

"Ummm, the p-p-penis" said Jessica clearly blushing as she said it.

"To assist in copulation, what is produced by the male and by the female?"

"The f-f-female produces vaginal secretions that lubricate the v-v-v-vagina while the m-m-m-male produces seminal fluid which can coat the head of the p-p-p-penis for lubrication."

These questions were clearly flustering Jessica. The flush of red extended up her neck and across her face and she tried desperately to maintain control of her embarrassment.

The next question was awkward for Paul. It was so much easier to impartially include it on the exam rather than actually ask a student directly.

"During a successful copulation, what events are required for fertilization to be possible?"

"The male must e-e-ejaculate and the female must ovulate but it helps increase the probability of fertilization if both the m-m-m-male and f-f-f-female reach orgasm during intercourse to assist in setting up the right c-c-conditions for successful joining of sperm and egg."

By this point, Jessica's blush clearly extended well into her cleavage and she was having a great deal of trouble breathing calmly and sitting still in her chair. She squirmed her hips and twirled her finger in the long hair by her ear as she tried desperately to sit still and concentrate on the next question. But the motive still troubled her.

"Professor, why are you asking me all these questions? I don't think I answered many of these on the exam. Is this some kind of a cruel joke?"

"No Jessica. It isn't a cruel joke. I've been asking you all of the questions you didn't answer to see if you could answer them. I did a quick tally and with all of the questions you left blank, there was no way you could pass the exam. Which of course means you would fail the course."

"Oh no" she wailed. "I really have failed the course. Now what do I do? I can't face my parents, they will be so disappointed and mad at me." In spite of her flushed state at the content of the last few questions, this brought on a fresh round of sobs. She hung her head in her hands in hopeless resignation.

"Wait. Wait. No. Stop. That's not what I meant," Paul jumped in. Desperately wanting to stem the flow of tears, he quickly made up his mind.

"So far, you have answered 23 of the 25 questions you left blank. If I give you credit for these answers you will have no trouble passing the course with a fairly good grade."

Jessica's head snapped up and hope dawned in her eyes. "Would you? Could you? I just have to pass this course, this exam and they'll let me stay in school. Pleeeeeeease. I need to pass this exam sooooo bad."

As Jessica's gaze held Paul's, he saw something change in her eyes. The pleading look was gradually replaced by something more powerful, more wanton, more primal in need.

Jessica's earlier flush returned with a vengeance but her voice was husky and inviting. "I have a question for you sir."

"Yes?"

"Name the outward signs of human female arousal indicating a readiness for mating."

"Ummmmm. Well, " he said ticking them off on his fingers as he went, "there's a flush to the skin and an increase in external skin temperature, especially in the chest and neck region, the nipples and clitoris can become erect, the pupils dilate, the lips, labia majora and labia minora engorge with blood and she begins to produce vaginal secretions with pheromones."

Out of the corner of his eye, Paul noticed that Jessica was touching each area he mentioned in his checklist. Her chest was flushed, he had already seen that. But her nipples were obvious behind her tight t-shirt and became even more so when she flicked her thumbs over the hardening buds and pinched them lightly through her shirt. She licked her lips, looked at him meaningfully to show him if her pupils were dilated. But the ultimately obvious sign that she had something else in mind was the not-so-subtle hand slipping between her legs and fanning her skirt slightly to waft any pheromones in his direction.

"Oh crap," he thought to himself, "she's getting all wound up and this can only be headed in one direction."

"All semester, I have worked at understanding this stuff and you have helped me so much every week going through the experiments and then helping me study for the exam." Jessica continued in her husky voice. "I can't begin to thank you enough but I can try. Perhaps in addition to the impromptu oral exam that has saved my college career, I can do a practical demonstration of the answer to some of the questions for extra credit?"

With that, Jessica rose and without hesitation and more than a little seductive wiggle of her butt, pushed the door shut. While looking him straight in the eye, she reached behind her back and turned the lock.

Paul gulped. Suddenly the balance of power had shifted. Moments ago, he was the professor asking the questions. Now the student was asking the questions and taking control of the practical part of this new exam.

Jessica slowly advanced on the retreating Paul. As his the backs of his knees collided with his desk chair, he sat down heavily. Jessica was advancing seductively, touching the parts of her body again and saying the list in the same order that he had listed in his answer.

The second time through the list, when she got to nipples, she lifted her t-shirt up under her chin and let the rush of cool air finish the job of hardening the thick nubs bouncing gently on her firm breasts. Paul couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. They were perfectly formed with a slight teardrop sag that emphasized their obvious weight, the nipples standing proudly almost half an inch above the dusky, crinkled areolas. They were absolutely gorgeous. No other word was enough. They were big enough to have a delightful response to gravity but not so big that they looked out of proportion on her torso.

The next indicator on her list was erection of her clitoris and she shamelessly lifted her skirt and pulled her skimpy thong tight to show off her bald camel toe and the slight prominence of the bump of her clitoris trying to make a presence on the scene. She again shot him a meaningful stare to show him the state of her pupils in case he missed it the first time while very seductively licking her lips. Jerking her pale pink thong even tighter, she ran one finger over her other lips to highlight her camel toe and demonstrate how puffy those lips were too. Finally, she slid her thong to one side, dipped one finger into her folds and presented the glistening digit just under his nose for the olfactory appraisal of the last of the signs of arousal.

Paul groaned out loud. His cock was rock hard and very uncomfortable in his pants. His face was flushed and he was clearly agitated by trying to maintain control over his desire to pounce on Jessica's ripe and clearly ready body.