Kristin Campbell was filled with anxiety as she sat in Professor Wilson's office. The 20 year old junior had failed two out of the last three statistics exams and hoped the educator would show some leniency, or perhaps better -- favoritism, as she approached the last couple months of the semester. She had heard through numerous girlfriends that the professor, who was widely known on campus as a lesbian, sometimes had "favorites" which seemed to do well in her class.
Kristen was a very pretty blonde, with dark brown eyes, and silky blonde tresses that fell down the mid part of her back. While only 5'4", Kristen showed off a 35C-23-34 figure which had guys on campus drooling. Kristen was no saint in high school but she certainly had a coming out party in college when it came to sex. She knew she was attractive and combined with her infectious smile and warm personality, she found no shortage of suiters.
While she had never had sex with another girl, she was curious and now given her poor showing in Professor Wilson's class, she wondered if a deal could be made. She had seen how some of the other coeds seemed to hang around after class, particularly those who struck her as girls who preferred an alternate lifestyle. There were quite a few girls who were known to be lesbians who often dined together in the cafeteria or lived in "The Lodge" -- a converted hotel not far from the campus grounds where gay students roomed.
Kristen sat in a reception area as she watched what appeared to be a graduate student work silently at a desk looking over papers. Professors typically didn't have secretaries but quite a few tenured professors had grad students who fulfilled those roles. After waiting twenty minutes or so, the student took a call and then told Kristen that the professor could see her.
The young coed was amazed at how large the office actually was. It didn't appear that way from the outside but it apparently ran the length of two rooms down the hall. Tracey Wilson was 43 and had been on faculty since she was 26. She taught statistics, economics, and business law.
Wilson was dressed in a smart grey dress and matching jacket with a white blouse underneath. She didn't look up as she told Kristin to take a seat in one of the two empty side chairs.
"How can I help you Miss Campbell?" Wilson asked still concentrating on a stack of papers before her.
Kristen hesitated before beginning, causing Tracey to glance up, for the first time taking in the young coed's concerned face. "Well, I'm sort of having a difficult time in your class and I was kind of hoping you might offer a suggestion at how I can improve my grades."
Tracey waited for her to continue, but sensing she had concluded the professor chimed in.
"Yes, I see your grades are lacking. You started off well, a 'B' on your first exam but since then you have really fallen short. Didn't I have you last semester in an economics class?" she added.
Kristen beamed that she recalled, "Yes mam."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember all my students, and how did you do in that class?" she asked.
"I made an 'A'," she responded.
"Well, you certainly have the intellect. Are you putting in the time reviewing the lessons?" the professor asked.
"It's just difficult," Kristen responded, "The formulas and everything - I just have a hard time."
Professor Wilson studied her for a second before she began, "Kristen, have you given thought to joining a study group? Perhaps friending someone in the class to help you? Unfortunately I can't assign a gradate student to every student who needs help but I do want to see my students succeed."
"Well, I'm not sure I really know anyone in particular in class. Can you suggest someone?" Kristen asked.
Professor Wilson smiled back, "Look, I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, you need to commit yourself to your books and perhaps take a little more time reviewing the exercises." The professor started to dismiss her when there seemed to be something Kristen wanted to add.
"Will there be anything else," she queried.
"Yes mam, I was wondering if there might be any chance for extra credit... I mean something to pull up these other grades."
"Extra credit?," the professor shot back.
"Yes mam, something I could do. I mean right now, even if I did improve on the last couple of exams, I might still fail the course," Kristen reasoned.
"Yes, that's very possible. But something you should have taken into account before now. Anyway, you can repeat the course next semester and be much more prepared if that occurs."
Professor Wilson noted the young coed seemed to be on the verge of tears, struggling to respond, when between breaths she informed the teacher, "I didn't do well on some subjects the last couple of semesters and daddy warned me if this semester was the same, he'd pull me out of school and send me to community college to finish up," Kristen collected her thoughts before pleading, "Please Ms Wilson, I'll do anything. Anything at all, if you could find your way in helping me."
Kristen searched the professor's face. She wondered if she dared go there, what she actually came to ask. "Professor Wilson, some of my friends said that sometimes, well... in the past you may have helped some girls get ahead. Girls who might have also done things for you. I'd do that," she added.
The young coed's hands were shaking wondering if she had crossed the line. If the professor would be incensed at her offer. Perhaps suspend her on the spot.
"Miss Campbell, are you suggesting I give you a passing grade in exchange for favors? Is that what you are asking?" she retorted with an air of indignity.
"Please Ms. Wilson," she pleaded. "I just heard, well I know you are attracted to women... I know that's wrong to bring up, and you could probably fail me on the spot or worse for even saying what I just did, but I've seen how you look at me, and I don't know, you seem to be interested, and I'm interested in you... that's all. I just thought maybe if the stories are true and everything, well you might consider helping me," Kristen rambled.
Tracey Wilson sat back in her black leather executive chair studying the coed whose tears ran down the side of her face carrying hints of black mascara. Kristin had dressed in a tight denim mini-dress that showed her gorgeous legs with little yellow sandals and a yellow blouse which did little to hide the braless breasts it encased. Kristin's dark brown nipples were quite evident under the top and the professor wondered if the coed had intentionally picked the wardrobe for her.
At least one of the statements was quite true in the fact that Professor Wilson was interested in the young girl who sat on the front row of her class and for the last several weeks had seemed to dress more and more provocatively. It wasn't lost on Tracey that Kristin often came to class showing off her breasts and displaying her gorgeous tanned legs.
On more than a few occasions the older woman had become distracted looking down at the comely student sitting on the front row. She noticed her little toes painted pink, red, and sometimes burgundy with the colorful stars tattooed on the top of her foot. Several times as the coed was engaged in a statistics exercise, Tracey would stand over her shoulder looking down at her. Sometimes even catching a glance at her beautiful breasts and an occasional glimpse of her hard dark brown nipples under her shirt.
Now here she was, overtly as she could be, propositioning the professor. Offering herself as the collateral in a high stakes game.
Tracey was taken back at the directness of the student and admired her courage and bravado but she also had to be careful. While she was a tenured professor and was "out" in her sexual preference, the administration would act harshly on a professor openly fraternizing with a student, particularly in a sexual relationship.
"Kristin, I'm a little shocked and quite taken back. Mind you, you don't have to answer but are you a lesbian yourself?" Tracey asked, a little unsure if she should even head down that road. "No, no I'm not, at least, I've never done it before. But I have a few girlfriends who have and they, well they talk about it. How much they like being with other girls and all," Kristen responded feeling a little more at ease that Professor Wilson didn't seem offended or angry.
"And are these girls gay?" the professor asked.
"No, they have boyfriends. They just sort of do both but they've shared stuff with me. How they..." Kristen hesitated just a second, wondering how blunt she could be. Seeing the teacher hanging on her next word she continued, "How they go down on each other and they use things on each other. Vibrators, and sometimes they use strapon dildos with each other," she explained.
"And that turns you on, hearing about it," Tracey asked starting to become intrigued with the young coed.
"Yes, a lot. I've wondered about it and well," again she paused, wondering whether she should go on. Sensing Tracey wanted to hear more she started back, "I've heard the stories about you. How you are a lesbian and sometimes in class I've fantasized about you and me."
"Really?" Tracey responded.
"Yea, I sometimes think about us together," Kristen added.
"Maybe if you did less fantasizing and paid more attention in class your grades would be better," Tracey smiled. "I shouldn't ask, but you really have me intrigued. What do you fantasize us doing?" the older woman asked.
"Sometimes, when all the students have left the class, and it's just you and me, you disrobe and sitting on your desk you have me lick you. Lick you down there," she added looking down at her own lap. "And like my girlfriends talk about, you'll take one of those cocks and fasten it around you and take me."
