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
E
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."
