Hello all! It's been a while since I last posted a story because life can (and is) crazy sometimes. Unlike my other stories, this is a bit of a quickie. Without further ado, I give you my new favorite ladies. I hope you enjoy!
A huge thank you to
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for beta reading this for me. You rock.
Extra Credit
"This is crazy," Lydia Jensen whispered to herself.
Her hushed tone bounced off the marble floor as she walked down the empty hall toward the science department. The black pumps on her feet clicked with each step she took, the metronomic noise doing little to ease her trepidation and only heightening her excitement.
As expected for mid-afternoon on a Saturday, the corridor was quiet, most office doors at the end of the hall closed for the weekend. The second to the last door, however, hung slightly ajar—also expected—and the soft melody of a string orchestra emanated from the opening.
Lydia positioned herself in front of the door, her clenched fist raised to knock. With her free hand, she tugged at her skirt, urging the fabric to lower just slightly, though without any luck. Why had she picked this teeny thing? The pleated fabric barely hovered above her knees, and she knew when she sat, the material would ride up.
If someone sees me like this...
she let the thought trail off.
She could back out of this right now if she wanted, knew she didn't have to go through with it. It'd be easy to turn around and walk right back to the parking lot.
Instead, she gently knocked on the door twice as her heart fluttered in her chest.
"Come in," a soft voice beckoned.
Lydia pushed the door open fully, steadying herself before she entered the office.
Professor Georgia Duncan sat behind the narrow desk, head bowed over a stack of papers. Gone was the omnipresent bun knotted behind her head.
Her auburn tangle of hair hung in beautiful strands, concealing the upper part of her face, leaving only her mouth and chin visible. Her pink lips pursed in a tight line, presumably in concentration until she spoke without lifting her head. "Close the door, please."
Lydia did as asked—she stepped forward, her heels muffled by the ornate rug covering the floor as she placed a hand on the leather backing of the chair in front of the professor's desk.
The shelves on the walls around the desk were filled with countless books, the titles consisting of books Lydia herself had read, each more familiar than the last.
Wildlife Undisclosed, Anatomy of the Canada Lynx, Wolves of the Pacific Northwest. Ornithology Today: Ospreys.
Professor Duncan impatiently pushed her hair back over her shoulder, pinned Lydia with a harsh stare, then dropped her gaze again. Polished wood reflected the stern expression gracing Professor Duncan's features as she studied the sheets splayed on the desk. The black button-up she wore hung dangerously open, the dip between her soft breasts on display.
Did she dress so provocatively on purpose?
She pushed her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and Lydia forced herself to look away lest she drool.
Behind her, a large window displayed the quad, no doubt teeming with students studying for finals, far away from the vacant halls leading to the office. Lydia hoped they were the only ones in the science building, save a janitor or two.
The clock in the corner of the room ticked and Lydia finally couldn't handle the silence any longer. "Professor Duncan?"
She ripped her gaze from the desk and settled it on Lydia, her hair falling back gracefully from her face as she studied Lydia. "I only agreed to this meeting because I had to step in to do some last-minute grading so, please, tell me what I can do for you and make it quick."
Lydia wet her lips and nodded. "I sincerely appreciate the opportunity, Professor."
Professor Duncan gestured to the chair with a flourish of her hand. "Sit."
Lydia flattened the back of her skirt as she lowered herself into the chair, but the garment slid up as she sat anyway, exposing her bare thighs a little higher than she wanted.
She wrung her hands in her lap, unsure how to continue, uncomfortable with the intensity of Professor Duncan's gaze. "As you know," she began, raising her head higher, "My grades have slipped substantially since midterms and I haven't had the chance to bring them up—"
"You've had plenty of time to bring those grades up. I'm certain you were well informed of the due dates of each assignment, yet you failed to complete them."
Professor Duncan's cold tone did not dissuade Lydia's determination. This wasn't done. Not yet. "Yes, but I was hoping there would be a chance to redeem myself with extra credit."
Brows knitted, Professor Duncan rested her chin in her hands. "Are you in grade school, Ms. Jensen? College demands your full participation and doesn't hand out extra points to bring your grades above failing simply because you decided to indulge in the parties this campus undoubtedly offers."
Lydia swallowed, steading herself. "I know, and there's no excuse, but, perhaps I could do something. I'd make it well worth your while."
Professor Duncan tilted her head, amusement flashing in her emerald eyes. "What did you have in mind?"
This is it,
Lydia thought as she brought her hands to her shirt.
We're doing this—now or never.
"I thought perhaps we could try a different route."
"And what kind of route would that be, Ms. Jensen?" she asked, her tone free from the impatience it held prior.
Lydia unbuttoned the top of her blouse, running her finger over her clavicle. "Whatever you want." She watched as Professor Duncan visibly gulped, her gaze on Lydia's breasts as Lydia unbuttoned two more. "I see how you watch me during lecture. We're both consenting adults."
Professor Duncan removed her glasses and tucked them in the pocket of her button-up, "Personal relationships between faculty and students of any kind are prohibited, regardless of consent. You know that as well as I do." Her gaze smoldered as she met Lydia's line of sight. "No matter how tempting your offer is, I have to decline."
Her succinct response left Lydia's lower lip quivering. "But—"
"Ms. Jensen," Professor Duncan said, her soft voice anything but mollifying. She sighed as she leaned back in her chair. "If an issue arose, I could lose my tenure and the University board would call for your expulsion."
Lydia shook her head, forcing an innocent frown. "I would never tell a soul. No one would find out, Professor, I swear to it."
She knew Professor Duncan wanted her, could feel the desire thick in the air between them, furthering her own want with each breath. Batting her eyelashes, Lydia sniffled. "Please, Professor, there's—"
Professor Duncan raised her hand, halting her before she could continue. Silence blanketed the room, though somehow the intensity in Professor Duncan's stare was boisterous. She turned away from Lydia, swiveling her chair toward the window, as if to brood.
Has she dismissed me and I haven't even noticed?
No, Lydia rationalized, she would've given her a terse dismissal without hesitation. Lydia fixed her gaze on the courtyard beyond the window, sunlight pouring over the green lawn and fountain. Just as Lydia had dissolved into accepting the sting of rejection, Professor Duncan cleared her throat.
"This isn't the type of extra credit I would offer anyone, but for you," she conceded as she rose from her chair, reaching up to yank on the cord hanging from the window, "I'll make an exception. I know how much the credits from this class mean for your program."
With the blinds closed, the room was only illuminated by the lamp on the desk. Professor Duncan's button-up was tucked into the charcoal slacks she wore, which accentuated her round ass and Lydia couldn't help but admire. She felt heat burn not only in her cheeks but elsewhere when Professor Duncan turned and caught her staring.
A smile teased the corner of Lydia's mouth. Now things were going exactly as planned. "You'd do that for me?" she murmured in faux surprise. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and waited for Professor Duncan to answer.
"I think we could come to an arrangement that would suit both of our needs," Professor Duncan said tentatively as she rounded the desk and walked past Lydia.
When the soft click of the lock sliding into place filled the room, Lydia's heart hammered in her chest and renewed warmth spread over her cheeks.
Footsteps sounded on the floor behind her, muffled slightly by the rug. "What are you willing to do?" Professor Duncan asked beside Lydia, her breath tickling the nape of Lydia's neck, sending a cascade of goosebumps down her back. The heat of her body so close to Lydia's skin washed her in need.
"I'll do anything," she whispered.
Professor Duncan walked in front of her and leaned against the desk with one ankle resting on the other.
She tilted her head, as if to appraise Lydia, which only intensified the heat already flaring in Lydia's gut and between her legs. It wasn't as though she was having second thoughts but the vulnerability she felt under such scrutiny was intimidating.
"I want you to touch yourself," Professor Duncan murmured, her tone bemused.
"Right here?" Lydia cringed as she heard her own voice squeak as she looked at her.
Professor Duncan folded her arms over her chest. "Is there a problem?"
"No."
