A bad grade

Aellio

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Amber looked at the paper with a heavy heart. Another D, whatever would her mom say to her this time? How disappointed would she be when she had worked so hard to help Amber get to this point in school? Sure Amber was young, 20, but money was tight with her mom and her, even with Amber working part time.
She hated to do this but she would have to talk to Mr. Howard about her grades. There had to be a way to raise them! She just couldn't disappoint her mom again.
With determination, after class, Amber approached Mr. Howard her long brown hair still up in a bun, blue eyes reflecting a bit of her confidence, yet fear. Her shorter stature didn't help when approaching the teacher, standing at 5'3", and her frame was skinny. You'd think she'd attract a lot of attention but with her freckles and glasses perched on the end of her nose she appeared younger than she was, not exactly a go getter with the boys her age.
"Mr. Howard" she said, clearing her throat. "I need to speak with you about my grades sir, I wish to raise them and was wondering what I could possibly do?"
 
Morgan Howard finished up the class an was packing up his materials. he didn't mind the tteaching but he just had so much work to do for his research project as a grad student. He was fumbling with the zipper on his bag when he heard someone clear their throat

Lance turned his 6 foot frame realizing that there was someone waiting on him. He heard her ask about her grades

"I'm sorry Amber I don't know, its pretty far along in the semester now." he told her as he finally got the zipper adn tossed the bag over his shoulder. The bag clung to his slender physique, well toned adn athletic. When he wasn't in the lab he was usually swimming in the pool.

"What did you hav in mind? I think really we would have to look at your scores adn figure out how much you need. You can come back wth me to the lab, then I can take a look at your scores, then we can see what we are talking about." he told her as he turned to head out of the class.

The lab was just around the corner and they were soon in his little office. He tossed his bag down on the little love seat adn turned on his computer.

"Take a seat Amber" he told her with a gesture as he opened up his grades file
 
Nervously Amber nodded at everything Mr. Howard said, accepting it. She needed to be in his good graces. Suddenly she wished she had worn a shorter skirt instead of the long 80's like skirt she was wearing now, or maybe a more revealing top instead of the loose fitting sweater she liked to wear to cover her awkward body. Amber was skinny, yes, but her hips were wide, and her breasts were maybe average. It was an odd combination, and she often felt uncomfortable in her own skin so typically she threw herself into work and studies but lately she had been distracted by this... need that kept coming over her. She couldn't quite put a finger on it but it was there. She adjusted her glasses for the millionth time as she waited for Mr. Howard to look over her scores. "So is there anything I can do sir?" she asked.
 
He looked up when she spoke, watching her push her glasses up her nose, it was a terribly cute effect with her complection.

"well it looks like we are talking about almost 100 points to cover" he told her as his emerald eyes caught her crisp blues. He ran his hands through his short jet black hair looking at her

"i mean what are we talking here, this would be a lot of work adn I just don't know, it seemes awfully unfair to the other students doing poorly. If I suggested something, then I would have to offer it to all the students. You would have to tell me how you could make up so many points in so little time" He told her as he leaned over, his t shirt clingin to the muscles of his arm and torso as he pulled out a stack of papers form the corner of his desk, getting ready to start grading. Just then chuck, the other grad student stuck his head in, said he was leaving adn locking up, then he was gone

"Well Ms Amber, any thoughts"
 
Amber was shocked by the number of points she needed to make up, sure she had gotten a few bad grades but she would have to get a perfect score to make it up! She bit her lip, debating things she could do for Mr. Howard in her head. "I could clean your office, or the classroom" she offered. "Or I could write a extra book report sir, please, I'd do anything. To make up at least 80 of those points would be great!" She reached out and touched his well muscled arm as she spoke, letting her hand linger on it, liking the way it felt. Instantly she felt that mysterious need come over her, and she wondered why now?
 
"Amber we have people to clown the lab, there is dangerous stud here if you don't know what your doing, and most reports are only worth 30 points at Tue most. You would have to do several. You need to think of something big to do" he role her, feeling her hand on his arm. He looked up into her cute face and thought how sexy those glasses made her look, and the top she wore hinted at full curving breasts. He stopped himself and shook his head, that was.no way to be thinking

" I want to hear what you think is worth 80 points".he****.her.we.his emerald eyes head her crystal blue eyes
 
"But I'm willing to do big papers!" she protested, attempting to scrounge at more points. "Or, I know, this is fair, I could set up a debate or experiment with another student who wants to make up extra points!" she exclaimed, settling on the idea, this seemed fair to her. But something, something made her add "Or maybe I clean or your house or do other personal services for you" Her voice almost broke as she said the words, not believing she had said something so dirty sounding to a teacher. She opened her mouth to apologize, her hand flying from his arm to his chest. "I'm sorry, I said that the wrong way" she said meekly. "But really, if you need me to clean something for you or wash your car I will".
 
"I don't want you to do this with another student because I am not trying to involve any of them. You see I am just gonna do this for you, you see I just went through a similar break up. I feel for you and want to help you, but I am hardly ina giving mood, you know?" He smiled at her as her hand went from is arm to his chest.

"And with all of the work adn everything going on my house could use a cleaning touch adn my Jeep is ridiculously dirty." he said thoughtfully, weighing the idea in his head. He didn't feel bad helping her out, he knew it was all the stress that was getting to her. SHe was a bright girl and understood the material. He didn't want the break up to mess up her grades.

"So I think something like that would actually be ok. Hw bout tomorrow morning, it is saturday after all." he told her as she looked up at him, thinking it over
 
Though Amber wondered why Mr. Howard didn't want to include another student, after all someone else had to be getting bad grades to but she didn't voice the question. "You heard about the breakup huh?" she asked, this was meant to be a redundant question, stuff like that got all over school faster than a cheetah caught a wounded gazelle.
"That sounds great!" Amber said, happily. After getting a few more details, like Mr. Howard's address she left school in a happier mood.
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The next morning Amber was up bright and early for her task, she headed out to Mr. Howard's house, wearing worn out clothes and brought a few rags. She knocked nervously on Mr. Howard's door, hoping he would be up this early.
 
Lance gave her some information an then, as she left, he returned to the stacks of papers to grade. he sat down and he went to work. He was immersed in his work until late that evening. He went back to his house ad went to sleep. He was curious about tomoorow, but all it really meant is that he would have more time to grade papers since he didn't have to worry about the cleaning
 
The next morning Amber was up bright and early for her task, she headed out to Mr. Howard's house, wearing worn out clothes and brought a few rags. She knocked nervously on Mr. Howard's door, hoping he would be up this early. She straightened her paint splotted blue shirt, suddenly feeling very self aware. She fiddled with her glasses nervously. She always felt this sense of speachlessness come over her, especially around handsome men.
 
Lance rose with the sun, starting his day off with a bagel adn a cup of coffee, the way he did everyday. He had just finished eating when he eeard a knock at the dor, shit. It was amber, he had nt expected her quite this early. He was stadning at the door in his sweat pants adn a t shirt openeing by the second.

"hey there , come on in. " He said as he gestured in toward the ehouse

"As you cn guess its a little messy. Of course thats why your here" he said smiling. He lead her back in to the house giving her a brief tour. there was a small kitchen with a little dining area, a living room with a sofa. then he showed her back to the office and the bathroom.

"The other door there is the bedroom, but you don't have to worrry about that one" really the place was in descent shape, just a little straightening adn dusting mainly.

" Then when it warms up a little I wil show you where you can wash the jeep. I will be in my office, jsut come get me if you need adnything or have any questions." he told her as he finished up the tour, stopping in front of the office door.
 
The house was not quite the pigsty Amber had expected it to be. It was a bit messy, sure, but nothing like her house could with her in school, and her mom at work constantly.
She worried that it wouldn't be enough, but as Mr. Howard left her to her work she decided to do her best. Washing every single dish in the house, carefully dusting every surface, sweeping, mopping, making the floors shine with effort. After she was satisfied with her work she went office, wondering if he would want her to clean in there as well.
She knocked on the door "Mr.Howard?" she called.
 
He heard a soft knock on the door

"Come on in' he called as he se a paper down on his desk, looking over at amber as she opened the door. Her skin was soft adn a live with a light heen of sweat from her hard work. Her pale complection was a little rosy and he couldn't help but smile at her

"How is it going" he asked her, but she told him that she was ready to clean in here, adn he told her to go ahead with dustng and wiping things down. He tried to return to his work but the movement in the corner of his eye would always draw his focus. He would see her bending over to dust at the low end table shelves, her jeans a little snuger then he had realized, adn he paused ot watch her plump round ass wiggle from side to side as she scrubbed at something, her soft breathing filling the room. He turned back to his work, only to be distracted again as she reached for the upper shelf of a bookcase, her shirt riding up o shw her flat smooth stomach adn pale alabaster skin, so white and milky it seemed to glow.
 
Amber came in, a little self conscious to be working as Mr. Howard bent over his desk doing papers. Eventually, though she got over the shy feeling and just worked in the room.
Though she tugged on her shirt as it slid up her belly it was no good, and she hoped Mr. Howard hadn't been looking her way.
She kept glancing over at him, but he seemed to be intent on those papers, despite how slow she felt she was going with her work. She wanted to just look at him for as long as she could. But when she didn't have anything left to clean she said, hesitantly, not really wanting to leave the room without doing... something "I suppose I'd better go out and wash the car now. Would you show me where the hose is?" she asked, trying to keep Mr. Howard's company as long as possible.
She reached out and touched his arm, a strong desire to kiss him coming over her and she trembled. How could she think such things?
 
He turned to her when he felt her hand on his arm

"Sure," he said as he stood up, her sweet frame next to him, the shirt swelling over her full breasts

" I hope you brought something to wear for getting all,wet" he saod with a grin as he lead her pit of Tue room. The garage was on the back of the house, his mud covered jeep sitting in the drive. He opened Tue garage door and grabbed a bucket full of Tue cleaning supplies , and pulled Tue hose out to Tue car turning it on

"This should be everything you need. It's such a nice day, the temperature already in the high 80s. I think I will do some grafing out here" he said as he gestured to the stack of papers in his hand as he turned to look at her, curious about how she would feel, finding himself desperate to watch her work, her body so curvaceous and perfect under her subdued demeanor
 
Amber decided to act on her impulse but only to a degree. She gave Mr. Howard a quick kiss on the cheek. She blushed "Thank you again Mr. Howard" she said, shyly, feeling ashamed now of the kiss and quickly got to work, first making sure all the windows in the car were rolled up before just rinsing some of the mud and grime off. She was going to wet very fast, and she had not brought any extra clothes, a choice she was now regretting. She knew, if Mr. Howard hadn't been watching her before, he would be now, perhaps she would even loose points cause of her little stunt. But she couldn't think anymore instead she put all her energy into cleaning, tears pricking her eyes.
 
He felt his heart skip a beat with the quick peck inn his cheek before she turned and started to wash his jeep. He sat there trying to continue grading, but found it difficult to keep his eyes in his work. Instead he watched as she hosed off his car, the water spraying all over her quickly saturating her shirt. The thin material flinging to her full curves, making his heart bear faster as she bent over to clean his wheels, plump full ass wiggling in the air making him swallow hard

"your doing a great job" he told her when she turned back to look at him, catching him staring ay her curve figure with her wet clothes accentuating her amazing curves
 
"Thank you Mr. Howard" Amber said, feeling less shy now. She liked distracting herself in her work. It was easier than looking at Mr. Howard just sitting there doing his grading. She hadn't missed the glances that he had kept giving her either. She kept wishing she had worn a less thin shirt. But at the same time she liked the way he looked at her. It made her feel sexy. Maybe that's why she didn't comment on it. She finished washing the Jeep slowly, regretting that her job was finished. "Well, Mr. Howard do you think I've earned back my points?" she asked, shyly, adjusting her glasses which she had just put back on after washing the jeep. "Or maybe there is something else I can do for you" she said this more softly, giving Mr. Howard's body a once over.
 
He didn't need to look up when she finished, he was still staring, the entire time he had only graded half of a paper. As she looked at him his eyes saod over her full curve frame, the shirt hugging her fulp breasts tightly, the outline of her bra obvious. She put her glasses back on and that look of sexy Innocence clutched at him

"Well you have done a good job, but it seems I need to get you cleaned up now, your soaking. Take off tise wet clothes and let's get you dried off and we can discuss points" he saod before realosojg what he had just said. Yet he let It stand, very aroused and furiois about what she migut do. Watching her soaking wet had given him w deal of excitement that made him hesitate to rise. His eyes saod back over her body, water dripping from her shirt and coursing down her firm thighs
 
Amber blushed hard, aware that her shirt was soaked through. Boy if her classmates could see her now!
She took comfort in her nerdish glasses, pushing them up again but she nearly dropped them at Mr. Howard's suggestion.
"Do you mind if I go into the house then and use your bathroom Mr. Howard? Oh! I didn't bring any extra clothes!" she exclaimed, nervously. "Do you mind if I borrow one of your old shirts for now?" she asked shyly. After all she wasn't going to walk home in just her bra, as much as she might like the wolf whistles of those who saw.
 
"Oh yes, yes of course" he said nervously, watching the way she had blushed at his first suggstion, the way she had shyly adjusted her glasses.

"Sure, i can throw your stuff into the drier too, that way you can just hang out for awhile, ad you wont be going homein soaking clothes" he told her with a grin as he recovered his composure. He slowly stood u, his eyes sliding over her as he did. Her full round chest was outlined starkly with the material clinging to every single curve. Her firm breasts, her flat slim stomach, her curving waist adn slender toned thighs rounding off of her plump little ass. She was an extremely cute number and had never realy realized it at first. That is until she had come over.

He lead her back into the house, showing her to the bathroom.

"Here is the bathroom, There are towels on the hook, just og ahead and dry off and I while grab ou a shirt. You know where my bedroom is, just come in when your done adn I will give you a shirt" he told her and then turned to go down the hall to his room
 
Amber smiled shyly, grateful he was going along with her suggestion.

"Alright Mr. Howard if you insist" she agreed, making it seem like it was more his idea then hers though really she wanted to stay too but was scared to admit it. "Perhaps while me and my clothes are drying off we could discuss points" she said, candidly, not afraid to get back to the "main" point.

She rushed to the bathroom, hiding her figure as she did, peeling off her wet clothes, using one of Mr. Howard's towels generously. As she did the towel brushed against her clit. Normally she wouldn't notice this, but she had grown so secretly excited by Mr. Howard's hot body and wandering eye and even just kissing him on the cheek that her clit throbbed. She blushed but rubbed again moaning to herself, forgetting where she was. Rubbing with her fingers now, over her tender clit and wet already hard nipples imagining Mr. Howard's fingers as her own.

By the time she orgasmed she had probably made some noise, but she came out of the bathroom trying to look normal, towel tightly wrapped around her body. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and it had taken a while for her to "dry off". She hoped he hadn't heard her...
 
Hr went back to his,room and got out a button up shirt of his figuring that none of his shirts would fit her slender waist and set the shirt down on the bed. He went to tell her it was in the bed when he heard s moan that made his cock throb when he approached the door. Then listened for a moments as each soft sound sent his member throbbing. He quickly event back to his roomvand say on the bed, courting his renting crotch as he waited and tried to calm down
 
Amber scurried into Mr. Howard's bedroom, nearly dropping her towel before noticing Mr. Howard sitting on his bed, a large button up shirt next to him. "Mr. H..H..Hooward" she stamerred, blushing, not noticing the bulge in his pants. "I'm sorry, I thought I could change in here.." she said, a bit lamely, then grabbed the shirt. "But if you want I'll change in the bathroom" she offered, backing towards the door, her body still trembling from the high she had just been on thinking of this very person. She wanted him so badly...
 
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