Knock knock knock. "Professor? Do you have a moment?" Jack asked. He was dressed in a pair of faded Levi's and a Grateful Dead t-shirt. "Professor" Melissa put down the book she was pretending to read, and lowered her glasses. She had her long hair pulled back, and was wearing a dark skirt and jacket over a white silk blouse. This was their first serious role-playing, and they both wanted to look the part.
"Ah, Mr. Ward. I wondered when you would show up. I haven't seen you in class for days. I assume you're here to drop my class?"
"Well, umm, no, actually. I was going to, but my guidance counselor said I needed the credits to graduate. So I was hoping..."
"No," she interrupted him. "I'm sorry, but your options at this point are drop, or fail."
"But professor, surely there must be something I can do for extra credit? I'll do whatever you want, but I really have to pass," he pleaded, over-emphasizing some of the words.
Melissa pretended to check her notebook. "Well, you are failing, but you're not too far from a D. I might be able to adjust a few grades."
"Did you say D, professor?" he asked, not-so-subtly stroking his crotch.
Melissa laughed, breaking character for a moment "Well, that went south quickly!"
"But no," she recovered, "That's not the D I had in mind - at least, not yet. In this case, D is for down. As in, I want you to go down on me. And if you do a good job, I'll consider raising your grade."
Melissa moved to the small sofa in her office, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled out of it. She wasn't wearing anything under it. Jack's eyes were glued on her trimmed pubic hair, and he licked his lips and swallowed. She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. She had one foot on the floor, and the other stretched out along the back of the sofa. "Kneel here," she ordered, pointing in front of her. He complied, quickly.
"Now, I want you to use your mouth - and only your mouth," she instructed.
"Yes, ma'am," he agreed, and then leaned in and eagerly started licking between her legs.
"Whoa, slow down cowboy, it's not a race," she told him.
He nodded, and started again, a bit slower. He placed his hands on her thighs and started to spread her lips with his thumbs.
"No hands! I'll do that when I'm ready for you there."
Jack put his hands back down, holding them behind his back. He forced himself to move slowly, kissing her thighs and gradually moving close. As he reached her outer lips, he flicked his tongue across them, alternating with soft kisses and sucking. Melissa's quiet moans told him he must be doing something right. He spent several minutes gently kissing and licking her.
As his tongue began to explore between her lips, she reached down and spread herself open for him. Her scent was much stronger now and filled his senses as he breathed in through his nose. She was so wet, his tongue slid easily into her. He reached up again, spreading her legs farther apart. This time she didn't object.
His tongue plunged into her, as deeply as he could, while his warm mouth covered her pussy, sucking her gently in. She held his head against her, thrusting her hips forward, forcing him deeper. Finally, she pushed him away. His face was glistening with her cream.
"That was... better than I expected. At least you can follow instructions," she admitted. "But there's a lot of room for improvement. Would you like to try for a C?"
Jack nodded, trying not to smile too much.
"Your tongue is pretty good, but you need to... focus... more. You need to learn that C is for clitoris," she lectured. "You do know where that is, I hope?"
