Guys are normally so predictable.
Flirt with them, joke with them, be interested in "their" sport, and all of a sudden a girl can have them groveling at her feet. Give them a glimpse of leg and they will actually slobber.
At least the majority of guys are that way.
Occasionally there are the mutants. They are hooked to a specific girl and won't tell you the time of day. They might be totally devoted to work. They might like guys. Whatever. Yes, there are times when even a girl with the best of looks and charms strike out when after a certain guy.
Roland K. Barnes was that kind of guy. The firmly married professor at State U. was a 50ish distinguished looking man who was addicted not to women but chess. A pillar of the community, Mr. Barnes had numerous times been tempted by horny, grade-seeking co-eds, but never succumbed to their charms. Many a girl had attempted to turn a failure into a passing grade only to be rebuffed...with a smile. The guy was in love with his wife, his job and his chess.
I came to know Mr. Barnes when I aced his political science class on elections. Our class project was a local election, and we had to design a survey, a poll, to determine what the voters were interested in and who they would be voting for.
From the first day of class I was riveted to the man. Not only was I physically attracted to him, but to this day he's the best teacher I've ever had. His teaching style was simple...he attempted to bring the topic to the student's level; instead of talking down to us, he became one of us. He went out of his way to make sure we understood the topic, and then allowed us enough rope to go out and learn.
Believe it or not at midterm the majority of the class had an A, while must of the balance had a B. Not that he was easy, he just was such a good teacher we learned.
Of course, there are always exceptions. My roommate Tiffany, for instance. The girl had everything but school on her mind, mostly boys and lacrosse. She rarely studied, yet still maintained a B average. I think a lot of it was her participation in class, she was constantly raising her hand and discussing the topic(s) of the day with the prof.
Along the way she'd flirt, and it didn't hurt that she generally looked a perfect, hot girl in class.
Professor Barnes would have nothing of her charms. Once he determined she wasn't giving her all he wouldn't call on her in class, favoring those of us who actually were doing the assigned work outside the classroom. That just frustrated Tiffany to no end, and she constantly complained about the man as we'd get ready for bed.
I'd constantly counsel her to do her assignments, complete projects on time, and study for quizzes and exams. She rarely did.
Near the end of the semester Tiffany dressed her one of her most provocative mini-skirts and disappeared after class into Mr. Barnes' office. She could have been going for advice, counsel, anything. I suspected she was going to offer some of her quid for his pro-quo, or, in layman's terms, a little nookie for a passing grade.
That night she admitted she tried all her charms on the married man. She flirted, bent to show her boobs, you name it. That moved on to the max when she offered to blow him for a passing grade, an offer he refused. She offered her pussy, only to have that offer rebuffed. Finally she offered to do anything, absolutely anything, for a passing grade. Finally Professor Barnes gave in.
"Robyn, the man was unbelievable," said Tiffany that night, my mind wandering to the naughty things she must have done to pass the course. Hum, did he take her ass? Did he cum on her face? Did she have to dew two professors at the same time? What? "He said he'd pass me, give me a C in fact, if I did just one thing for him...he wants me to study hard and pass the final exam. That's it!"
Unbelievable, a teacher who wants his student to study and pass an exam for a good grade. Amazing. How humiliating, Tiffany went into the office offering her mouth or pussy for a grade when all she had to do was study. Duh!!!
I had to laugh at my roommate. As someone who studied all year, did all the assignments and participated in class, I was a little miffed at the professor's demand that Tiffany merely do well on the final to get a B, but by the same token he was giving my good friend a break.
Tiffany laughed when she told how she thought she'd be sucking for a grade only to be told hitting the books would do the trick. "I've never known a prof not to want a blow job," she admitted.
I asked her what she meant. "My god girl, have you sucked for grades before?"
She nodded her head and explained. "Twice. You can keep a secret, right?"
Nodding at her, she continued. "Well, sort of. Remember algebra? I convinced Professor Carney to move my D to a C after I, well, blew him in his office. One blow job and he moved my grade. He was a jerk about it, too. I mean, I really had to work that old codger forever to make him cum."
Admittedly I was just staring at the girl in disbelief. I me we all knew there were some profs who would work the grades of their students around sex, but I never really knew anyone who had actually performed.
"Psychology, the course I was failing, was a little different story. You remember Professor Woodsley, the guy who always wore the geeky clothes? He was always, well a little strange. Well he also likes something else...spanking young girls and teaching them a lesson apparently. That bit of badness got me a passing grade."
"He spanked you?"
"Uh huh. It was quite a production, too," admitted my roommate. "I had to go to his office on a Saturday in a short skirt, white blouse and stockings. Geez, it was embarrassing. I got a few catcalls from some frat guys. I wore a coat but you could see the stockings. I think I looked out of place, and if I didn't know better someone could have put a sign saying spank me on my backside."
I still couldn't believe my ears at the story I was hearing. At first I thought she was bullshitting me, but midway through the stories I knew they were true. There were too many details that only made sense in the scenario she was giving.
"What happened," I inquired?
