Sarah looked in her full length mirror and sighed, adjusting the hemline of the tight black dress. This was the third outfit she'd tried on, and if she tried on any more, stalled any longer, she would lose her nerve. She'd had a hard time deciding. What did one wear to seduce one's professor?
She felt so cliched. Sexy young college student willing to do whatever it took for a better grade. But the thing was, she already had a B in Animal Behavior. She was in no danger of failing. What she was in danger of doing was loosing her 4.0. She knew she shouldn't be so proud of that numerical representation of her smarts, but she was, dammit! And she wasn't about to lose it over some stupid misunderstanding with her prof.
She checked her dark red lipstick and fluffed out her long brown hair, turning sideways to eye her curves with her deep blue eyes. The tight dress perfectly displayed her tight runner's butt and high perky breasts. If Mr. Lieder didn't go for her offer it wouldn't be because she hasn't made her best effort. She hesitated briefly between strappy black high heels and what she called her hooker boots before strapping on the heels. Then she left her dorm room, walked out of the honors dorm, and headed off across campus.
The door to his office was standing open when she arrived. She walked in, shutting the door and turning the lock behind her. Mr. Lieder's "office" was really just a desk jammed into the corner of the herpetology collections room. This meant Sarah had to walk past shelves and shelves of liquid filled jars containing variously recognizable remains. Tiny bumpy newts, coils of snakes, lumpy gray blobs that could have been pretty much anything. The first time she'd been in his office the sight had been quite distracting. But as she has returned over and over to argue about the test the collection lost its ability to shock. On this night she wound through the floor to ceiling maze without a second look.
Mr. Lieder was at his desk, back to the door, headphones on, scrolling along on his computer, ignoring several messy stacks of papers on the desk. Sarah paused for a moment to study him before making her presence known. He was a new to campus phd student in his late 20s or early 30s. Thank the gods. If the professor in question had been her ancient paleontology or soils professors she would just have taken the B, pride be damned. Mr. Lieder was shorter than she was with dark hair and a three day stubble. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a concert tshirt. She had heard that he had been complaining about the lack of satisfactory female companionship in their small college town. That should make it easier for her to do this thing.
She squished a sudden swell of stomach butterflies and closed the remaining distance to tap Mr. Lieder on the shoulder. He jumped, grabbing off his headphones, loud metal music pouring out.
"Jesus, Sarah, you surprised me," he said, turning back to his computer opening and closing screens, clicking around until the music shut off. So he remembered her name out of the 100+ students in her class. That was a good sign. "You're not here about that test again, are you? We've been over this before and I thought you understood. You missed the test and didn't make it up before I handed everyone else's graded exams back. I would have to make up a whole new test just for you, and frankly, I don't have the time. Plus then I would have to do the same for everyone else in the same situation, and I REALLY don't have time for that." He leaned back in his ancient orange cushioned office chair and crossed his arms.
Sarah stepped closer and leaned her butt against the edge of his desk, short hem riding up high. The movement drew Mr. Lieder's attention and she was sure he snuck a peek at her lacy neon green bikini underwear. Good. "So what we need to do is make sure I'm in a different situation than anyone else wanting you to remake them a test." She leaned toward him and ran her fingers across the Slayer logo on his shirt, doing her best to make sure he got a look at the top half of her underwear set.
He rolled his chair back a foot or so clanking into a shelf of jars and stammered, "Um, what you're suggesting, I can't, faculty fraternizing with students is frowned upon..." He trailed to a stop as she shimmied out of her dress to stand before him in sexy green underwear, high black heels, brown hair cascading down her back. "It may be frowned upon, but you know it happens. And I bet you've been secretly hoping it would happen to you. Well, here it is." Sarah made a pouty face and looked at Mr. Lieder through her eyelashes. "I'm not happy with my grade professor. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it better." She reached behind her and pulled a condom packet from where she had tucked it under her underwear waistband.
Mr. Lieder stared at his smoking hot mostly naked student brandishing a condom at him. "Fuck it." He said. "Let's do this." Sarah felt a thrill of excitement and relief. He wasn't going to report her! This was followed closely by a another sudden stab of nervousness.
Despite liking to dress provocatively, she really wasn't very sexually experienced. She'd lost her virginity to a boyfriend her freshman year, but sex had been clumsy and quick and hadn't gotten much better with subsequent attempts. They'd soon broken up. Her only other tryst had occurred with Zorro of all people one drunken night at a friend's Halloween party.
She took a deep breath and stepped towards him, hooking her thumbs under the top of her panties to slide them down. "Where do you want me?" Mr. Lieder held up a hand. "Not so fast. You said you'd do whatever it takes, right? If I'm selling out, I might as well get the full package. Let's start with some dick sucking." He stood up briefly, yanked down his cargo shorts and boxers, then sat back down again knees well spread to give her full access to his rapidly stiffening penis.
