I've always been a good student. I'm a Biology major, but some things come more difficultly to me than others. Biology, chemistry, mathematics, they're all fine. I just don't really "get" the humanities, and was annoyed to find out I'd need to take a social science course before graduating. So, in November, I grudgingly registered for a class in Introductory Sociology to meet my gen ed requirements.
Now, it's April. I'm a month from graduating, and I am NOT doing well in my class. My senior research thesis is going fine, but I cannot remember the Soc terms.
"Erica," my friend Stacey says to me. "It's not that hard. It's really easy, in fact. Plus, Dr. Matt is a really easy professor. You can get this!"
"Stacey," I say, eating my meal in the school's dining hall. "If I don't get it, I fail. I can't fail out of college my last semester, and in INTRODUCTORY SOCIOLOGY to boot! I need to excel in this course. And I'd like to get an A, for my GPA."
"I think you can do it," Stacey smiles and eats some of her pizza. "Just study. It's so simple. You're not doing Soc Theory or Soc Research or any of that."
"You just think it's easy because it's your major." I say angrily. "Of course it makes sense to you. This just isn't how my brain is wired."
"Well, I'm sure you can figure it out. You're smart, Erica."
*****
I sit in the library, trying to figure out how to pass this class. Or better yet, get an A. Erica is right, Dr. Matt is an easy grader, and a great guy. His name isn't even Dr. Matt, Matt is his first name, but he wants us to acknowledge that he's got his PhD. And he's only like, 26 or something. I'm 22, so he's not even that much older than me. And Dr. Matt is pretty cute. That's when I realize the answer to my problem: I can try to seduce him.
Why would he say no to me? I'm young, I'm fit, I'm smart. I'm about 5'6", curvy, but not overweight. I have D cup boobs, I'm blonde. A lot of guys seem into me, and I've fucked several at parties. Maybe this can bring my grade up.
*****
The next day, I get dressed special before class. It's a huge lecture hall, and I sit in the last row. There's about 100 other people in the room. I need to be obvious. I put on a tight pushup bra with lace that accentuates my tits. My shirt, light pink, is plunging. It shows off the white lace, and my deep cleavage. I put on tight black shorts, but he won't really see that because of the desk.
I adjust my hair and makeup, and decide that I should be good for class.
*****
I show up and sit down in my usual seat. A freshman I talk to sometimes, Kristen, looks over at me and her eyes look down at my shirt. "Uh, Erica, are you sure that shirt is appropriate for class?"
"Kristen, once you've made it as far in college as I have, you just don't care anymore." I say, and take a large gulp of water. Some of it misses my mouth, and lands all over my boobs. "Oh, oops." I look down, rubbing the water over myself a bit to try to smooth out my look before Dr. Matt comes in.
When I hear the click of the door and look up to see him, our eyes meet and my hand is still rubbing my chest. I drop my hand, and his eyes stare at me a fraction longer before turning to the podium and setting down his briefcase.
He starts off class, announcing that the sign in sheet will make its way around the room. I lean forward,pulling my shirt down a bit more, and revealing more cleavage. He starts his lecture, and as I lean forward, writing down my notes, I see his eyes dart to me and my chest from time to time.
*****
I want to be careful with how I go about seducing Dr. Matt. I wait until the next class to move a bit further. While I wore a higher top, I decided to wear a high waisted skater skirt for the day. I see him glance at me from time to time. Do I sense some disappointment?
Once class ends, I walk down the stairs to the front podium.
"Hi, Dr. Matt," I coo.
"Hello, Erica." He says, and shuffles his papers. "How are you doing? What's going on?"
"Well, I had a question, actually." I say. "Well, not one. Several. We both know I'm not doing well in this class."
"Uh. Yeah." He says, somewhat nervously. "I know you're a brilliant student, but your work in this class seems to be lacking. Yet you're going to be graduating Cum Laude?"
"Yep," I say brightly. "I am. I just can't grasp Sociology. It's so hard! Is there any way I can bring my grade up before the end of the semester?" I say slyly. I glance around the room, which has long since been empty. Except for one guy texting on his phone who doesn't seem to have realized that class is over.
Dr. Matt is staring down at me, and I'm wishing that I could be wearing my low-cut shirt today, but I have something better in mind.
"Please, I'll do anything, I'll-" I lean too far on the podium, on purpose, and some of his pens fall to the floor.
"I'm sorry!" I say loudly, bending down and grabbing his pens. The way they fell, I am now bending down directly in front of him, with my ass in the air.
And I didn't wear any panties.
So I am bent over, grabbing the pens, ass in the air and he might even be able to see some of my pussy from that angle.
I turn around and hand him his pens. He's blushing. "Sir?"
"I," he clears his throat. "Um, I think I need to see you in my office Erica. Now."
He throws his pens in his briefcase, with his lecture notes, and slams his briefcase shut. He reaches out to me and roughly grabs my arm. "We need to talk."
"Dr. Matt, about what?" I whisper and play dumb.
"Erica, are you trying to whore yourself out to me so that I'll raise your grade?"
"Dr. Matt!" I say, surprised.
He stares down at me.
"Well, would it work?" I ask, crossing and uncrossing my legs.
"It's entirely unethical..." he says, his eyes scanning my body.
"Here, please," I grab his hand and put it between my legs. "I want this, I think you probably want this. It will be an amazing time. If we fuck, can I have an A?"
"Oh Erica," he murmurs, fingering my clitoris. I feel my legs shake. "I can't make it that easy." He looks around the room, sees the one student, and leans closer into me. He kisses my neck, then continues to kiss to my mouth. He whispers into my mouth, "for each time we fuck, I'll raise your grade by a letter. You're currently at an F. So do you agree to this plan? We can't tell anyone."
"Yes!" I cry, and lean back on a desk behind me. I lift my legs to the sky and spread them apart. "Please put your huge dick in me!"
I see Dr. Matt look at the other student, who still seems oblivious. He reaches into his wallet, grabs a condom, and unzips his fly. He pulls out his dick, which is an impressive 9 inches. He rolls a condom down, and glances again at the student.
"Okay, so with this, your grade will go up to a D." Dr. Matt says.
"Yes, a D. Give me a D. Give me your D. Give me your dick, fuck me now, please." I arch my back and try to give him more access.
Dr. Matt steps closer to me and circles the opening of my vagina. Then, in an instant, he puts his hands on either sides of the table, jumps up a bit, and slams his body into me. He starts pumping in and out of my vagina, and I am completely trapped under him on the table. My legs are still up in the air, and I wrap them around him, bringing him closer into me. He pumps into me again and again, harder and harder, until finally he stops.
"This counts as raising your grade, but I think we need to stop." He whispers.
"Why?" I ask, feeling a bit hurt as he pulls out of me. I'm soaking wet and am completely turned on and he's leaving?!
"The next class will start soon. We need to be careful. This is prohibited. Come to my office next Tuesday and we'll try to raise your grade to a C. Come at noon."
As I pull my skirt down, I see that the student has left. How much did he see?
*****
It's Tuesday morning and I have never been more excited to see a teacher. I put on a black button down top, and a denim skirt.
I arrive at Dr. Matt's office and knock on the door. I have my backpack with me to play the part of a student asking for help, but it really only has a few condoms in it and my purse.
He looks up, his brown hair tousled from grading.
"Oh, yes, Erica. Our appointment. Please come in and sit down. Make yourself comfortable."
I come in, and sit down.
"Now, your essay." He says loudly. "It is decent, but not on par with what I expect. This grade is unacc- no, don't cry. Erica, it is just a- hold on, I'll close the door to give you some privacy while we go over this essay." He stands up and closes the door. He turns around and walks back to me, whispering. "Sorry, I needed to come up with some excuse to close the door, I never do."
He pulls me to my feet and spins me around so I'm leaning against his desk. He quickly unbuttons my shirt, throwing it to the floor. He pops open my bra, sliding it off of my full breasts. He lowers his lips onto a nipple, sucking hard on it.
"Dr. Matt," I whisper. "Can you lock the door?"
"Just call me Matt right now, babe." He says. "I'd lock the door but there's no lock." He pulls my skirt down, and my lace thong.