My final exam was coming up. Senior year of college, four years into my degree and almost done. Slender build, not terribly tall, and very long ginger hair, I hadn't done well with girls at all while I was at university. At least I was almost done. Only problem, I started to celebrate too early. I hadn't studied for it at all. For the past several months, I had only partied, and I rarely attended class.
A letter from the Registrar 's office sobered me up, as it stated that my seriously low grades were going to prevent me from passing my final classes, and also stop me from graduating.
I wasn't going to tell my parents that their hard-earned money had been wasted on my foolishness. And I knew they weren't going to pay for another semester. So I went back to my apartment, and started talking to my roommate about it.
My roommate Steve was a very tall and muscular black guy, and was the one who usually had all the connections and knowledge of the party scene. People knew and liked him, and by being his roommate let me into a lot of the party houses that ended up being the source of my problems. I began brainstorming ideas on how I could possibly pass.
We had been sitting on the couch for about 30 minutes, spewing out idea after idea, but all amounted to nothing. I had three classes to pass, each with a professor known for taking pleasure in failing students.
Finally my roommate came up with another idea. "Okay, hear me out. How about you just fuck Professor Kafadar? I heard he has a thing for femboys."
"No way!" I exclaimed, my eyes almost popping out of my head from surprise, incredibly shocked at the suggestion. "I am not gay! Also, I don't even look like a fucking femboy." I said, gradually getting angry at Steve even suggesting such a thing.
"Well, actually you do. Your petite figure and your round ass and curves make you look quite feminine." My roommate said, giggling at my ever-growing surprised facial expression. "Anyways, you don't really have any other choice if you don't want to fail this class. We'll figure something out for the other two classes, but if you can seduce Professor Kafadar, that solves that one."
Crap. He had a point. I was really fucked. No way I was going to face my parents without a diploma in my hand.
"Okay, fuck it. No way I'm going home empty handed. I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to prepare?" I asked my roommate.
"Well, I know you definitely need some practice before you attempt to convince Professor Kafadar to give you an A" my roommate replied. "Let's pretend I'm Kafadar, and you have to discretely hint that you want to fuck him for a better grade. Go!"
Still shocked by the whole idea, and completely lost at what to do, had to think of what I'd seen in porn. I approached him with the sexiest look I could muster, touching him a bit while making small talk, touching his thighs lightly while maintaining eye contact.
Steve nodded his head in approval, "Okay, very good, that should get your point across and get Kafadar's attention. Now let's try acting out the part where you are in his office, in private. Only the two of you."
I blushed at the praise. Steve suddenly hopped up off the couch. "Hang on, I'll be right back." My roommate when into his room and came out a few moments later, with a pair of his girlfriend's pink panties in his hand. "Okay, now try putting these on and see if they fit you. Remember, Kafadar is into feminine-looking boys, you're really gonna have to sell the part. We need to make sure they accent your curves" he said, throwing the panties at me.
I held them, "Of course they are a thong-style" I though, before gathering my resolve and stripping down and pulling on the panties. The pink underwear was smooth, grabbing a hold of my hips and sliding in between my butt cheeks a bit. I felt my cock start to harden a bit against the soft fabric. I was proud to be getting so invested in this plan for a getting a good grade!
