Passing Grade

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Evening folks...I am not a writer nor do I pretend to be one. I wanted to take a shot at writing about a fantasy of mine. Let me know what you think. Tell me if it's worth continuing. Here we go...

It was getting to be that time of year again. The time of year when grades are due soon and the students start to worry about whether or not they have done well enough to make the grade. I’ll be honest, I’ve fantasized about having a young, nubile student throw herself at me willing to do whatever I ask simply to get a 3.0. I mean that’s how it works in the movies anyway, right? Well perhaps only in porn, but you get the idea. I never thought it would actually happen. Until it did.
I didn’t really notice Jenna until about three or four weeks into the course. The semester had started off cool and so students were dressed warmly, but then the weather started to warm up. Even in her modest dress, you could tell she had some shapely curves to her. The t shirts and sweaters could not hide the mounds underneath. If I had to guess, I would say she was about 5’8 and about 130 lbs. She had light brown hair that went a little past her shoulders and it was often up in a ponytail. I’ll admit I notice the pretty girls. I’ll notice the ones who try to get the professors attention and perhaps use their bodies for a few extra points. Jenna didn’t do that. Not at first.
When we entered the last week of the class and the final exam was a few days away she approached me for the first time. We had talked prior in the class, but this conversation was different. It was immediately more personable. She came in closer to me as she spoke, she looked more into my eyes with her own deep brown eyes. She lowered her voice and almost spoke in a whisper as she asked if there was anything she could do to raise her grade. I gave her the usual response of finding a time machine and going back and doing better on the past exams. Then I said, that I’m sorry and it is what it is. There is not much else to be done. She walked away disappointed but seeming to understand it was her own doing. Apparently, with that she decided to take matters into her own hands.
After class she was the last student in the room and she came up to me one more time and asked if I was really sure there was nothing she could do to raise her grade. I repeated that I was sorry and there was nothing I could do. With that, she put one hand on my shoulder and the other she held my hand in hers and she said that she would be willing to do anything to improve her grade. She said she could make me very happy if she were to get a 3.0. I didn’t know what she meant by that but I was certainly wanted to find out. Even if it was frowned upon at our institution.
 

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In my head it had always been a college age story. It didn't dawn to me it could be construed as underage. I apologize for the ambiguity. I'll do my best to make it clearer.
 

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With that she placed into my hand a scrap of paper with an address, date and time written on it. She whispered into my ear "I want to earn my grade". With her other hand she rubbed my cock which was already starting to grow. She made sure she took her time with my cock and she rubbed up and down through my pants. Apparently she wanted to make sure I got the idea. I have to admit, I felt bad for throwing away my academic integrity, but the opportunity to fuck this girl was something I could not pass up. If I had to, I could find another college position.

I met her at her apartment. She answered the door wearing tight black yoga pants and a tight t shirt. I could see her nipples poking through the shirt. She invited me inside and asked if I wanted a glass of wine. I declined. She said, "Mr. Jones, you know there is more to life than Chemistry. I have other talents and skills that I would like to show you. I'm hoping you might consider then when working on my final grade"

With that, she stood up, walked between my legs and took off her top. Her firm, young breasts bobbed as the fabric of the shirt moved over them. The nipples were pale pink and erect. The were positioned perfectly on her breasts. She let her top drop to the floor and she dragged the tips of her fingers lightly over her bare breasts, stopping at the nipples to tug on them gently. All the while staring at me. She knelt down between my legs and grabbed the sides of my pants and tugged.

My cock was already rock hard as the pants came off. My boxers could not contain it. It was pointing out past the waistband. She took the palm of her hand and rubbed the underside of the head as she moved the boxers down and off. With both hands he grasped the 8+ inches of cock and slowly began to lick around the head. Every so often she would pop her mouth over the top and suck on the whole head. She would moan softly as her tongue would swirl around. He soft brown hair fell down around her head and onto my skin. The smell of a young college student and the feeling of her mouth on the head of my cock was overwhelming.

She began to press her head down harder onto my cock and let it go farther down her throat. She always remained in control, being very deliberate in the motions of her mouth, tongue and head. She seemed to know just how far to go, and how far she had to go. While her mouth was dazzling around the head, one hand held and played with my balls while the other rubbed up and down the shaft. With my free hands I starting playing with her tits. They were warm, soft, and natural. Her nipples were hard and I would run my thumbs over them. I could tell it was turning her on as the more I played with her the more into blowing me she got. She could tell I was beginning to edge so she slowly pulled her head off, stood up and shimmied off her yoga pants. Her ass was so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. Her pussy was bare, hot and dripping wet.