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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. Ill be honest, Ive 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 thats 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 didnt 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 58 and about 130 lbs. She had light brown hair that went a little past her shoulders and it was often up in a ponytail. Ill admit I notice the pretty girls. Ill notice the ones who try to get the professors attention and perhaps use their bodies for a few extra points. Jenna didnt 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 Im 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 didnt know what she meant by that but I was certainly wanted to find out. Even if it was frowned upon at our institution.
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. Ill be honest, Ive 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 thats 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 didnt 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 58 and about 130 lbs. She had light brown hair that went a little past her shoulders and it was often up in a ponytail. Ill admit I notice the pretty girls. Ill notice the ones who try to get the professors attention and perhaps use their bodies for a few extra points. Jenna didnt 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 Im 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 didnt know what she meant by that but I was certainly wanted to find out. Even if it was frowned upon at our institution.