Scholastic with a Twist (closed)

[shizzz]

OOC: This thread is a writing experiment. I, the guy, will be writing as the girl. My cowriter will be writing as the guy, even though she is female. I make this statement so there is no confusion or anyone being "duped". Some people on this site get bent out of shape about things like this.


"Ugh" she said as she lifted her head from the pillow. She was going to be late again

She rose and quickly dressed, pulling her blond hair back in a ponytail and throwing on a pair of snug shorts and a white tank top. The tank top had a low neck and she decided to forego the bra her 32 DD twins stood round and proud without the support. Maybe her professor wouldn't notice the time if he were noticing other things?

Soon after she was at the door a full 16 mins late

"Alright girls" she said as she entered the class quietly and slipped
Over to her seat

 

[justmethatswho]

The term was close to complete and by now it was clear which students were in despair. Most of those students had dropped the class early on, yet there were always a few who held the hope they would pass. Most of those students where the athletes who need to pass to stay eligible.

The professor was well into his lesson, as she entered. She was the eye candy of the class, he doubted she knew how truly attractive she was. He had looked at her transcript, she was a swimmer on scholarship, not the brightest student. Yet still he enjoyed her presence in the class.

Typically he said little to late arriving students, yet today was different. She needed a wake up call as she was barely holding onto a grade of "D", which for her scholarship was no better than an "F".

Today he stopped walking to the front of the class as he waited for her to sit. On her late arrival only a few chairs in the front were available. When she was finally seated he spoke directly to her.

"Well thank you once again for your late arrival and distraction. Part of your struggle with Math 100 is the simple fact you have no ability to read the numbers on a clock." He looked at her smiling slyly and then continued the lesson.

 

[shizzz]

WTF that was rude, she thought after looking abashed at his comment. She was just exhausted, swim season was winding down with the semester and it was getting intense. What a jack ass

She decided to have some fun, being up at the front of the class, there was nobody to really see what she was doing. And if he was mad at her, he would not be forgiving about her grades. So she need him, well not mad

Every time he turned away, or his attention was plainly elsewhere she managed to pull the neckline of her top lower, and lower. Showing off more and more cleavage. Then she would sit with her back against her chair, thrusting her chest out as much as she could. All while being nonchalant. She wanted to lure him in, then catch him staring. Guilt was a great weapon.

Class droned on

 

[justmethatswho]

Though he had only been a professor for 5 years it was easy to know what she was up to. To him it was obvious that she was altering her top, he had been looking at those tits the entire term. Yet it was not him to make the first move. He had seen more than one professor reprimanded and or fired for making moves on students.

As the class closed he handed out the last test to the class, handing the final test to her "D+" with a written comment "Sadly that is an improvement."

Before dismissing the class he wrote his office hours on the board for students needing help or wanting to retake the last exam.

He smiled to himself knowing he had gotten her attention ... even if for the moment she thought he was an ass .... afterall she needed him more than he needed her.

 

[shizzz]

That ass!!! She practically screamed
In her head when she saw the comment on her paper

She was fuming as he dismissed the class, barely bothering to read what he wrote on the board before she stormed out of there. She knew she needed to do better. She knew she needed to study more. She just hadn't had the time. This wasn't fair!

All the things she would say races through her head at swim practice that day as she put up some of her best numbers all year. Butterfly was her stroke, and the coaches and other swimmers often joked that the buoyancy provided by her chest gave her an unfair advantage. Something about her shoulders clearing the water more. She didn't care. She had tits and she was fast, screw he rest


But as she grew exhausted during practice she realized the flaws in all her arguments. And she began to think of other ways to convince the ol' prof for some help.

She couldn't stop smiling the rest of practice.

She had recalled he had office hours tonight. And she knew it would be the best time to pounce.


After practice she showered up, threw in a blouse, a few buttons left undone and a black push up bra that made her unavoidably noticeable. A grey skirt and 15 minutes later she was knocking on his office door

 

[justmethatswho]

The night had been slow a couple students stopping by wondering how they could assure themselves an "A" in most cases he said there was little to worry about. The office hours were required by the university though few bothered to show up.

His back was to the open door to his office. upon hearing the knock he turned around and saw her. In the outfit she was in she was here for one reason and math had little to do with it.

"yes ... surprised to see you here ... ummm ... 10am Math 101 right?" He asked unsure of her exact name. He looked her quickly up and down, it was obvious she was willing to trade sex for her grade. The only thing missing was a 6"h pair of fuck me pumps.

"What can I do for you?" He asked knowing there was little chance of her grade improving.

 

[shizzz]

" yes, its Sarah" she said with a smile as she stepped in and closed the door behind him

"I am here to see what i cna do about my grade. I have been trying very hard, but math has never been something i was good at" she said as she sauntered over to his desk, setting her hands down on his desk and leaning closer to him

"I really really need this, I have a scholarship for swim and my grades are crucuail for me keeping that scholarship

 

[justmethatswho]

" yes, its Sarah" she said with a smile as she stepped in and closed the door behind him

"I am here to see what i cna do about my grade. I have been trying very hard, but math has never been something i was good at" she said as she sauntered over to his desk, setting her hands down on his desk and leaning closer to him

"I really really need this, I have a scholarship for swim and my grades are crucuail for me keeping that scholarship

I knew her name as it was hard to miss her body in my class. She was fit as she was a swimmer, her body hard, with the esception of her quite large breasts on her feminine body.

"Your grade ... let me look .... " I look at my computer as if I do not know why she is here. "Yes .... Sarah ... Oh my ... that is not very good is it. Your grade is my concern ... as for your scholarship ... well that is not my problem."

I knew what she was doing here and she was probably not looking to improve her grade through extra credit work or wrting an essay about what the class was about and what she had learned.

At the moment it would have been easy to shut my door and screw her, the she was going to tell me exactly how far she was willing to go ... this would be her idea. Afterall I was not going to screw up my tenured employ to screw some bimbo swimmer. This all needed to be set up as her idea ... her willingness to do so.