Extra Credit

[Malenax]

Open for the role of professor.​

Ashleigh Roberts, an eighteen year old English student, was failing her subject of choice miserably. Ever since her new professor had taken over the class, Ashleigh had found it increasingly more difficult to concentrate. This had to be one of the worst bouts she had had in a long while. This crush of hers just would not budge no matter what she attempted to do, she had even asked to move class to get away from him but the head of year hadn't allowed it due to her not giving a sufficient reason. Of course, Ashleigh hadn't told him the real reason, what use would that have been but only to get her new professor into trouble for quite possibly being 'too' friendly with his students. He hadn't been too friendly with her though. Much to her dismay. The popular's were trying to worm their way into his pants, she could see that a mile off, but she was more the reserved type, not shy, just cautious.

Class was drawing to an end and it was the last period of the day. Once again, Ashleigh had struggled on her own as she sat at the back of the class trying to keep herself to herself. She never gave him direct eye contact, not only because she would blush, but because he'd more than likely try to get her to answer a question or something crazy like that. She was never great with public speaking and in a class with so many outspoken individuals, well it just wouldn't happen.

They were studying Shakespeare's sonnets all lesson and it was just about to drive Ashleigh insane before the last bell rang. Saved by the bell.. She sighed with relief and packed her books away in her bag promptly and waited for the go ahead to leave. He was relatively young, in his late 20's at a push, but that didn't deter Ashleigh from crushing on him like mad. The way his smile brightened up her day, the way he dressed casually but still smart enough to pull off the 'handsome professor' look. Just thinking about him caused her to fluster.

She was only thankful when he dismissed them so that she could get away quickly, only apparently her professor had other plans. "Ashleigh, could you stay for a moment please? I have something I need to discuss with you. It shouldn't take too long." That smile made her stop in her tracks, obliging to his request almost immediately as she sunk back into her seat at the back of the class.

Some of the more popular girls sneered in her direction, wondering what he could possibly want to talk to her about and not them. A part of Ashleigh wanted to stick her tongue out at them but then she'd have to pay for such a move later. Once the rest of the class had left, Ashleigh felt a wave of emotion flood through every pour. The classroom had become increasingly hot in temperature, though in reality it had stayed very much the same. Ashleigh's heart was pounding in her chest, threatening to crushing through her ribs at any moment. She tried hard to control her breathing, feeling her chest rise and fall only to fail miserably, just like she was in his class. And then the inevitable came. "I think we need to discuss giving you a few one-on-one sessions, Ashleigh. I fear you're starting to fall behind. Your assignments are coming in later and later each time and... well you're really just not paying attention to me when I give my lectures anymore." Ashleigh sighed, glancing down at the wooden desk in front of her as she let her fingers drum against it, looking for things to keep her busy while she mustered up an answer. "I'm sorry, you're right. I just find it hard to concentrate in class. I'll do better."

 

[saedo]

Professor Jonathan Corwin glanced over his read glareading to look at the young student in front of him. The glasses were purely for show. Academia favored age and wisdom, but his boyish good looks had on more than one occasion gotten him mistaken for a student. He found that dressing like his grandfather and feigning a need for corrective lenses helped prevent such confusion.

"Miss Roberts, as I outlined early on in class, you are expected to be prepared for class each day, but you seem perennially distracted in class." He glanced the his notes. "Each time I called on you, you seemed unwilling or unable to respond to simple inquiries about the material."

He removed the glasses to let his blue-eyed gaze project unhindered. "Now I realize that some individuals do better on the written assignments, so the class participation can be balanced out with that. But that only works if you turn them in on schedule. You, however, have not."

He let the matter sink in as she focused on her hands rather than meet his gaze. Ashleigh was unusual amongst his class in that she was the only female student not to stop by his office hours this term. While his youthful appearance had been a bit of a hindrance with his academic colleagues, it had proved markedly popular with the students. Many of them were clearly quite taken with his looks and a handful flirted directly with him.

Naturally he never acted upon this, though he was occasionally glad his desk blocked their view of his crotch. Sometimes the more aggressive girls would get particularly brazen and his libido could not be restrained.

Fortunately, such was not a worry with Ashleigh. She certainly had the potential to be the sexpot that her more aggressive peers aspired to, but she was always quiet and restrained. Moreover, her attire was unfailingly conservative despite every indication that she possessed a truly phenomenal figure. Most of the girls in his class were little more than stick figures. He only had to watch himself around the ones who played to his fondness for curves. But Mary Alice, who didn't seem to own a single blouse that didn't offer a glimpse of her DDs, looked couldn't hold a candle to the impressive mounds that Ashleigh unfailingly kept fully covered. That her physical appearance might be used seductively seemed never to have occurred to her.

Consequently, Corwin felt quite comfortable suggesting Ashleigh meet with him for extra sessions. He wouldn't trtrust himself in such close quarters in private with the likes of Mary Alice, but he'd be perfectly safe with demure Ashleigh.

"This extra credit work - if you do it well - will let you catch up to the rest of the class. Other students. If this is truly a subject you want to take additional classes in, a barely passing grade in my course will not look good to future professors. As such, I suggest you either do the extra credit sessions and work hard to satisfy me, or to drop the class and take an Incomplete."

 

[Malenax]

He was disappointed in her and she knew it only too well. She felt ashamed of herself that she hadn't even been mature enough to sort her niggling feelings out and couldn't just got on with the class at hand. It was perhaps one of the more awkward situations she had been in lately. She couldn't believe that she had to have such a conversation with him. It wasn't as if she wasn't a bright enough girl, that was very much not the case, it was his fault.

Who was she kidding? It wasn't his fault at all. Had he come looking for trouble? No. Had he made a move on her? Of course not. She was simply being a silly teenager who couldn't control her emotions for at least the length of his class. What she felt outside of class could of been handled properly, but in class? That was on an entirely different level.

"I'm so sorry, it's just.." Her mind wandered as she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her hazel eyes. He even looked gorgeous when you weren't looking straight at him. She was beginning to cuss herself under her own breath. Why was he doing this to her? She wasn't one of those 'go get'em' types but he was driving her insane! She didn't dress like a slut, did she? Was he getting the wrong impression? Was it her fault all this time?

She looked down at what she was wearing and had remembered her outfit of choice that she had picked out for herself earlier in the day before her classes had even started. A checkered cashmere sweater with a crisp white shirt underneath, perhaps a little 'sexy secretary-esque' but it still had all of her assets. She only ever wore pants to his class, no longer daring to wear a skirt to English class now that he was in charge. Not only that, but she had been wearing a jacket for most of the day to cover herself up even further, but it was just so hot in his class. Or, in her case, she was too hot in his class.

"I just need to get my priorities straight, I know I do and I will." She nodded softly but kept her eyes diverted away from him. It was soon that the words Extra Credit came into topical conversation.

"Satisfy you?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted with a soft gasp. "I mean, yes. Yes I can do that. I can pass this class, Mr. Corwin. I can pass with flying colors." She smiled. He was giving her a chance to make things right and she would, well, she'd at least try.

 

[saedo]

Professor Corwin nodded. "Good. Perhaps if you apply yourself, you can turn this middling trajectory into something respectable."

He pulled out a notepad and began writing in his distinctive sharply-looped style. After a minute of scribbling, he tore the page free and handed it to her. "This is your assignment for next week. We'll meet in my office on Thursday. I have office hours till 4, so I'll see you after that. Expect to meet for an hour - perhaps 90 minutes at the outside.

"I've assigned you a short theme on one of his sonnets. 5 pages, double spaced. It's due immediately at the start of our session; no excuses." He tapped a lower section on the page. "This is the oral assignment. We will spend our hour discussing the following texts, just as we do in class. This time, however, the only person I'll call on is you."

Corwin leaned forward and gave her a firm gaze. "I know that in class you are generally quiet. Whether you're just shy or afraid of speaking in public, I don't know. Whatever the case, you must overcome that with me. I expect you to give me your full-throated best to take in everything I give you and then respond with enthusiasm. If you can't handle such a burden, then I will not be satisfied. If you hope to correct your course, then your performance at these sessions must be rock solid."

A knknock sounded at the door. "One minute," he called out. Turning to Ashleigh, he murmured, "My office hours are always popular. Very well, I will see you next Thursday at 4 then."

As Ashleigh gathered her belongings, Professor Corwin instructed the person outside the door to enter. He had to quickly repress a frown when he recognized the California blonde locks of Mary Alice Cooper. "Hello, Professor Corwin," she breathed as she slipped inside.

Corwin took one glance at her and immediately regretted it. Beneath an unbuttoned white blouse, Mary Alice wore a red, clingy, scoop-necked top. The amount of cleavage on display wasn't quite indecent, but it was certainly distracting.

Even worse, she held a half-eaten lollipop in her left hand. Corwin knew from past experience what this meant. Mary Alice would no doubt be casually demonstrating the nimbleness of her tongue. A casual observer might mistake it for innocent behavior, but the way Mary Alice's eyes glimmered with lust as she did it made clear that she was casually showing her enthusiasm for fellatio.

"Welcome, Miss Cooper," he said. "What can I help you with?" Corwin grit hi teeth slightly in preparation for resisting the imminent temptation.