Bob Kenworth shuffled his presentation notes on the lectern at the front of the small lecture hall at a community college in a sleepy midwestern town. He could have been a tenured professor at the capital city's State University but found definite advantages to being a bigger fish in a smaller pond at this more remote setting.
The last of his few dozen students were filing in and getting settled for class. He saw the clock ticking down the last two minutes before the hour and awaited the recurring sight about to unfold.
The rear room door swung open a final time and Farrah stepped through. She paused, scanned the room with her Mona Lisa smirk, drawing the eyes of every male in the room, including Bob. Some turned in their seats to look back at her, others were adjusting their cocks hidden under lap covering notebooks. Some of the young women scowled at the young men's fawning interest; others simply ignored the scene.
The head cheerleader was her usual vision of classic preppy loveliness: strappy heels elevating her smooth lithe legs to the hem of her mid-thigh pleated skirt and beyond, a nearly transparent white blouse bulging with big boobs, and the fluffy brunette waves that fell past her shoulders.
Having set the scene, Farrah delicately trod a few aisle rows down to the empty seat she always occupied. Bob watched her bra-packing breasts jiggle and her shapely ass sway as she sauntered her way to her usual perch and settled into the seat next to the junior college's star quarterback.
She leaned over, whispered a smiled greeting, and pecked the muscled athlete's cheek as she pressed his arm with her soft boobs. He stoically accepted the impromptu nuzzle, abiding the envious looks from some of his teammates.
Bob wondered how many of the boys in the room were thinking what he was thinking:
...waiting at the end of class until all the others left, grabbing the bodacious cheerleader from behind and pushing the conceited cockteaser's back against the wall, pressing her tits with his chest, bending her shapely leg up against his waist, slipping aside her thong and driving his hard cock deep into her wet cunt, suckling her neck while hammering out a standing fuck, ignoring her preliminary protests ringing in his ears until the angry shrieks softened into whimpers of passion, bringing her and him to a mutual roaring orgasm that left both panting with ecstatic exhaustion...
He blinked his eyes and cleared his mind of the recurring fantasy, bringing his attention back to his work.
With the last-minute disturbance concluded, everyone, including Bob, turned their attention to the day's lecture on circle geometry mathematics.
Time passed, notebooks filled with graphic notes, graded homework was returned and new exercises were assigned. Bob was gathering his notes as he watched the students exit, including a receding vista of Farrah's tight shapely ass.
The school's quarterback freed his arm from Farrah's over-friendly clutch and turned back to the front of the hall. Bob finished packing his laptop as the fit-looking boy, holding his graded homework, approached.
"Mr. Kenworth, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure... Curtis, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir. Though most call me Curt. About my grades. I think I may have a problem with academic eligibility for football."
"Oh? What's the problem?"
"Well, I need to maintain a C average to stay on the team. I'm slightly low, especially in your math curriculum. Farrah has been tutoring me as much as she can but I still seem to be behind."
Bob's mind was filled with visions of a busty naked Farrah writhing beneath her star boyfriend, tutoring Curt in complex cock rhythms rather than complex math algorithms. The scene morphed into a vision of Bob above Farrah, pounding his stiff cock into her juicy core. But the professor kept his expression discrete. His replicated annual ploy was on the verge of another successful semester.
There were two ways out of this Midwestern backwater junior college: academic or athletic scholarships to State University. And Bob was the sly facilitator for students striving to achieve either path. But not for free...
"Well, I know Farrah is an excellent math student but she may not have the advanced tutoring skills that an experienced teacher can offer."
"Well, then, could you give me some extra tutoring?"
"Curt, that might be seen as favoritism. I know you're in line for an athletic scholarship to State U and Lord knows they could use your unparalleled talents in that tough conference, probably getting them a championship. But rumors about academic grooming might hurt your chances."
Bob watched the boy hang his head and his anxious expression fade. Now was the time: bait... hook... and reel 'em in.
"Maybe there's another way. I could show Farrah some novel tricks and she could share them with you. That way there's no direct connection."
Curt's head lifted and his smile lit the room. His future was brightening and generous Mr. Kenworth was offering to help.
"Look, Curt, it's already Friday and your next homework is due next week. Send Farrah by my house this evening and I'll get started teaching her some special gambits right away."
"Thanks a bunch, Mr. Kenworth. I'll see you then."
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At home that evening, in the receding dusk, Bob lounged on his living room sofa, anticipating Farrah's arrival. He was dressed casually, loose shirt and gym shorts, not the classroom coat and tie that the campus dress code demanded.
The doorbell rang. He lifted himself from his recliner and shuffled in his slippers to the foyer. He opened the door to find Curt standing alone.
"Good evening, Mr. Kenworth."
Bob was a bit taken aback; where was Farrah?
"Hello, Curt; what's up?"
The boy's hand reached aside the door, past Bob's vision, and grasped something out of sight, addressing the unseen recipient with a firm voice.
"Come on, Farrah, we talked about this. Don't be difficult. Mr. Kenworth has agreed to help and you agreed to cooperate."
He yanked her over by the arm to stand in Bob's view. She was still dressed in the classroom daywear of a tight blouse and skirt. Her full breasts bobbed and settled from Curt's rough sideways hauling. She pouted, stomped her heel, and whined.
"But I'm not the one who's behind. Why do I need more tutoring?"
Curt's voice was curt.
"It's not for you, baby; it's for me. Just go with the plan, okay?"
Bob watched the interchange of boyfriend and girlfriend coming to a head. Farrah's expression slowly softened and she smirked and winked at Curt. Her hand slid across his jean zipper and her voice took on a sexy smoothness.
"Fine... but you owe me one... big time, big boy."
Curt rolled his eyes.
