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.
