Kelly tapped her fingers against her notebook as she waited outside Mr. Jenkins office. She was a little nervous. It had all started yesterday, when her freshmen college class had gotten their midterm grades back. She had gotten a B, good for most, but Kelly was not happy with an average score. She approached Mr. Jenkins, her professor for African studies, about the grade. He had told her to visit him tomorrow at his office, and they would talk about how she could improve.
This was important Kelly thought, as she brushed her long red hair from her face. She had always been top of her class in high school, even in her private school, which was made up of some of the richest and brightest kids in the state. Kelly was the model student, the girl who ran all the clubs, who acted and danced, who captained the cheerleading squad. Scholarships and other awards had flowed in, and most people who knew Kelly felt she was really going places. Now, she was a freshman at this prestigious university in southern Californian, hundreds of miles away from her home in Colorado. She was determined to succeed here, and would not let one class trip her up. Her wealthy parents were putting a lot of money behind her, and they had made sure she would not fail. They had raised her in a proper Christian household and had taught her the value of virtue and responsibility. Kelly looked down at the diamond studded cross that she wore, a graduation present from her proud parents. She would not let them down.
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Keeping her virtue had always been very important to young Kelly. It was hard, many boys had shown interest in her. It was easy to understand why. Kelly was about 5'8, and years of dance and other athletics had blessed her with a very impressive physique. Her legs were soft and toned, leading to slender thighs which gave way to a firm but womanly round behind. Kelly's torso was finely sculpted, with a flat stomach and strong but gentle arms. The one body part that did interfere in her athletics were her large, firm breasts, which measured at a very impressive C cup. At home, she often wore large sweaters to hide her womanly bust, but that was impossible in sunny California, although Kelly looked down on the half bikini clad women that often walked around the campus. She wore form fitting blue cotton pants, pink sandals, and a sleeveless white blouse. The white fabric fit well with her skin color, which was a very pale tone, showing off her Irish ancestry. Along with her ivory complexion, a light smattering of freckles dusted her cheeks, her shoulders, and her breasts. Also betraying her heritage was her beautiful wavy red hair, which fell down past her shoulders. The California sun had given her crimson hair a nice golden tint. Kelly's most striking feature were probably her piercing green eyes, which helped offset her otherwise colorless complexion.
Kelly saw the door to Mr. Jenkins office open, and he stepped out in the hall. Mr. Jenkins was in his thirties, and was a fairly tall and very well built African American man. He was about 6'1, and had the body of a linebacker, which he had been in his college days. He wore khaki slacks and a white suit shirt, with a blue tie. His head was shaved and glistened in the light.
"Ms. Donovan, you can come in now," he said.
Kelly stood up and entered his office. Jenkins pulled a chair out for her in front of his massive mahogany desk, and she sat down. Kelly looked around and took stock of the office. It was lined with books, but also had many African tribal artifacts that Mr. Jenkins had brought back from his field trips, including chieftain masks, tribal rugs, and fertility idols.
Mr. Jenkins closed the door and sat at his desk. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.
"Excuse me for a moment," he said, picking up the phone.
From the tone of the phone call, Kelly guessed it was his wife. Kelly looked at the pictures on his desk and saw him with a woman that seemed like it was his wife. Kelly was unsure however, as the woman in the picture was a rather young white woman, with blonde hair and thick pink lips. Kelly had barely ever spoken to a black person before, so this idea of interracial marriages was foreign to her. Still, she felt she had to open her mind a bit while at college.
Jenkins placed the phone down after saying "goodbye honey" and pointed to the picture.
"Just my wife. Now, Ms. Donovan, you were here to see me about your grades. Well, I don't think I can really help you get a better grade. If you just study hard, and do what you have been doing, you'll probably get a high B for the course."
Kelly was somewhat perplexed.
"But, Professor Jenkins, I'm used to getting A's. If I work hard enough, can't I get the A?"
"No, you really can't. Not that way. There's really only one way to get that kind of score."
"Well, I'll do anything I can to get that grade." "Oh really," said Mr. Jenkins, his face breaking out in a smile. He got up and began to walk over to the seated Kelly. He stood over her and looked down, placing his large hand on her shoulder.
"Well, there is one way. You just have to be real nice to your professor, and do a few things for him. Some really, really nice things."
As he said that, Mr. Jenkins moved his hand down to Kelly's large right breast, gently cupping it, feeling the nipple through the thin fabric. Kelly looked up, stunned, her green eyes wide open, as she realized what Mr. Jenkins, still smiling, was doing. He was taking advantage of her, just as her mother had warned some men might do at college. No, this was not right, she was going to leave.
"I'm...I'm going to go Mr. Jenkins. This isn't right," she stammered, moving towards the door.
"You can go Ms. Donovan, but if you do without being nice to me, I'm going to fail you for the class."
Kelly, her hand on the door knob, turned around to face him.
