I twisted a strand of my long, neon red hair through my fingers as I waited for class to end. The curl bounced back into place as I released it. The professor droned on and on about economics and our upcoming final, but all I could think about was the minute hand ticking by slowly. I crossed my legs and tugged at my short red leather skirt, attempting to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties. My patent leather black wedges hung off the edge of my toes. A recent pedicure had left the skin smooth and my toe nails matched my fingernails, a deep share of shimmery blue that matched my eyes.
The overweight jock sitting next to me brushed my arm and stared down the deep v-neck of my black halter top. Like my cleanly waxed pussy, my tits weren't confined by undergarments. I heard him grunt and shift in his seat as he caught a glimpse of my hard nipple. He leaned across my shoulder and tried to get my attention. I tightly crossed my arms across my chest, pushing my breast to the brink as they tried to escape. He muttered a "hey baby," but I ignored him and focused back on the clock. Class had ended two minutes ago, but the professor was still talking. Nervously, I tapped my pen on my paper.
She glanced at the clock as another student alerted her to the time and then she reluctantly dismissed us. I grabbed my things and stood up quickly giving the horny jock a good glimpse of my ass as my skirt rode up. I shimmied it back down over my thighs and darted down the stairs. Professor Edwards's office hours ended promptly at 4:00 and it was 3:59. I knew he had little patience for students arriving late.
My long, strong tan legs moved quickly as I rushed across the campus. It was nearly May and the weather was perfect. I could lie in the grass for hours as I baked in the heat of the Ivy League sunshine. I glanced at my watch as I pulled the door open and rushed inside the building and ran up the stairs to his office. 4:01. I was one minute late.
"Professor Edwards," I said breathlessly as I pushed opened the heavy wood door and leaned into his office. My breasts nearly spilled out of my tight halter top as I leaned in.
"Office hours are over," the young professor said briskly as he barely glanced up from the stack of tests he was grading. I was certain my miserable attempt was somewhere deep in that stack. His biceps tensed as he scribbled his notes on the test he was scrutinizing over.
"Please," I whispered. My voice trembled as tears threatened to flow from my eyes. I was beyond desperate. If I didn't get at least a C on this test, I'd be losing my scholarships and my dream of graduating from Yale would die. A dream I'd held since I was barely 7 was slipping through my fingers. I knew I should have studied harder and longer. Professor Edwards was notoriously hard on his freshman statistics class and I'd fallen victim to the typical freshman activities - parties, drinking and a roommate who was only accepted to Yale because Mommy and Daddy wrote big checks. I was there on academic and need-based scholarships. I needed to pass this class with a solid B and I'd been on track until Monday's final.
I'd stayed up drinking and watching movies with my roommate the night before. I'd slept past my alarm and nearly missed the 8:15 start time of the final. As a result, I'd fumbled my way through the questions. There was no way my efforts would earn me a C. I'd be lucky to get a D. Hopefully, my double Ds could solve that problem.
"Sorry, Miss," he paused and looked up. I felt his eyes drift to the deep v of my halter top and linger over the roundness of my breasts before dropping to my exposed midriff and then down to my legs. I shifted my weight to the right and stepped my legs apart slightly. I rocked back and forth on the height of the heels my roommate had leant me. In fact, the entire outfit was borrowed. Tight halter tops and short shirts didn't exist in my wardrobe. My cheeks flushed as I felt his eyes move up and down my body.
Professor Edwards was fairly young for a Yale professor, maybe 30. His hair was unkempt, loose and light brown. His deep, ocean blue eyes always seemed to be lusting for something, young freshman girls was my guess - my hope.
"Kate Young," I offered my name. "I just need five minutes."
"Five minutes for what, Kate?"
I had my chance, I thought. I had a brief moment of panic followed by hesitation. But his eyes drinking me in ignited my pussy. I felt the wetness threaten to run down my thighs as he licked his lips absentmindedly.
"To fuck you," I said bluntly while trying to sound confident and sexy, which was no easy task. Even I was taken aback by how quickly I'd thrown out the words. I was shaking and I was terrified. This is not something I normally do. It wasn't even my idea. My roommate Shannon had suggested it. She knew my virginity would entice any red-blooded man. And she'd insisted my massive tits and tight body would be impossible to turn down. When she'd pitched the idea, I'd reminded her that I'd never even seen a cock, much less touched one. Her face had lit up as she promised me to impart all her wisdom on me. Just yesterday, she'd taught me how to touch and hold a cock using the bananas in our apartment.
But, now standing in front of him, I was terrified. I knew this was my one and only shot and I didn't want to blow it. No need to beat around the bush - unless it was his cock - so I dove straight into my proposition. "I bombed the final and if I don't get a C, I'll lose my scholarship. I thought maybe I could earn my grade another way?"
I nervously twisted my hair in my hands and shifted my weight from foot to foot, swaying to my own rhythm. My breasts jiggled as I gently rocked. Professor Edwards cleared his throat and pushed his chair back from the desk.
"What you are offering is highly unethical, immoral and wrong. You little sluts always think your young tight pussies will tease our cocks and tempt us in to changing your grades," he laughed. "Look at you, so desperate for a grade you'd fuck a teacher."
His voice was hard and his tone harsh. But, his eyes told a different story. They were transfixed on my body.
"Oh," I said and took a step back. This wasn't going as planned. Tears stung my eyes as my brazenness was replaced by humiliation. "Ok then, thank you Professor Edwards. I'm sorry I wasted your time sir."
"Stop, I didn't say you were wrong," he said with a chuckle. He quickly flipped through the pages and found my test. A grade was already written at the top, but his hand covered it. "Before I accept your offer, I'd like to see your qualifications first hand if I may. And, this will take more than five minutes."
"Please," I said. My voice and eyes pleading with him. I had one chance to prove I was somehow worthy of a "fuck for a grade," as the girls on campus called it.
Professor Edwards stepped around to the front of his desk and leaned against the edge. I could see the outline of his cock straining inside his khaki shorts. I smiled shyly. He looked massive. Way bigger than the banana I'd sucked this morning while Shannon coached and watched.
"Professor Edwards," I said in my best Marilyn Monroe voice. As I looked him up and down I smiled, he wasn't a terrible option for my first time. His blue eyes seemed to approve of me as they looked me over again. "Your cock looks huge."
