I had spent last few years teaching in larger colleges and frankly I found it to be boring. I had freshman classes in English that could number as high as 75. There was no personal interaction just a series of taking role, trying to get a few solid points in before spending nights and weekends reading bad grammar and terrible text-phone spelling. I left all of that for a small Community College in the city where I grew up. The classes were very small, and the students were not much further behind than the large university that I left.
I really didn't notice her even though the class only had 12 students, but after reading her first couple of 2 page papers she came up to me after class and said she needed some help. I looked up from my desk and saw a very hot young girl who looked to be like 17. I know she had to be older but her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she stood less than five feet tall and had to weigh about 95 pounds. Spinner, was my first thought. She had a squeaky high pitched voice and huge brown eyes, they seemed to take up her whole face, and tits that were busting right out of her button down shirt and very tight hip hugger pants.
"Hi, I am Melody." She said looking through me with those doe eyes. "Why am I getting such low grades?"
As I looked at her I couldn't get over her stunning beauty. I had to keep in mind that I was a teacher and she was off limits. It was hard, in more ways than one, but I motioned for her to show me the papers she was holding in front of that silver stain shirt.
As soon as I saw the papers I remembered how terrible her spelling was and why I "gave" her a 72 and 71 respectively. Her paper on persuasion was spelled perswasion and her paper on compare and contrast was entitled "witch is the best sell phon contact" I was pretty sure she meant contract but I wasn't sure. That was just the title and the entire paper was riddled with such spellings.
"Well, Melody" I said while trying not to smile of laugh "have you ever heard of spell-check?"
Her tiny eyebrows toughened up and she pouted her lips and I saw a look of deep concentration on her doll face. After a minute she blurted out "UFO".
"Huh?" I replied.
"There was a UFO I read about sent into space by the bad guys."
"Melody, I don't follow you."
"Oh yea, I just had this in my history class." She raced back to her seat and retrieved and book from her backpack. She was flipping through the pages and laid it down on my desk knocking off her papers to the floor. "Here" she exclaimed while leaning over and giving me a view directly down her shirt.
I fought to avoid the inevitable but got an eyeful of those sweet, young and healthy tits. After the view of the succulent boobs I managed to look closer at the open book. It was a chapter entitled "The Space Race" and it had a picture of Sputnik. I began to say something but then she bent over to pick up the papers and I saw a very vivid tramp stamp just above her ass.
She placed the papers on the desk and pointed to the picture of Sputnik and with a very pleased look on her face she exclaimed "See! Right here."
"I see how you may have come to that conclusion." I was barely able to keep a straight face. "I am talking about a computer and word processor.
Melody had a blank look on her face.
"Ever typed on a computer?" Still blank. "How about we take a trip to the Library.
She gathered her items and we headed next door to the library. In all of my years in school and all of my education I suppose one could consider me a geek, but I have always loved stupid girls. As we were making our way down to the library I could tell she really was dumb.
I took her to the computer lab pulled up the word processor and proceeded to instruct her in a very simple way on the use of the computer. Strangely enough she knew very little. I thought most of the younger generation learned about the internet and surfing or at least web pages on phones. She frankly knew very little. As we worked together she told me some things about her life and many things became clear. She lost her mother early on in life and didn't have anything nice to say about the people who raised her. She barely made it through high school and no one took an interest in her, other than for sex. I felt like she was a poor lost girl, but over the next couple of weeks she showed me that she could more than handle herself and led an unbelievable life.
"I have to make an A" she told me at the library. "I will do whatever it takes." With those doe eyes and her hand running along the outside of her ample tit I knew what she was offering.
I still had my integrity and morals, but soon those would be thrown to the wayside. "Melody, if you rewrite these papers using spell check I will give you a higher grade. Or, you can write a new paper about something that you learned."
"I want to do the ladder" She said meaning latter. "If I write 2 papers will you increase both grades?" She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes full of so much hope.
