"Okay class that is all for today. Make sure you do your practise problems to get ready for your midterm next week!"
His class of 150 started to stream out of the room to the two entrances at the bottom of the room beside where he stood. Many of them gave him smiles on the way out. Mr. Johnson was a 34 year old Calculus Professor at a University. He had done very well in math growing up and quickly excelled at the University level as well. Now he was one of the younger professors on campus, and he was doing what he loved best.
Andrea was a good student. She was in Kinesiology and wished to become a High School teacher. Although she enjoyed Mr. Johnson's voice and charisma, she was unable to grasp many of the concepts in this class. Being a first year student in her first semester she wanted to make sure that she would set the tone for the rest of her university career, so she approached Mr. Johnson after class.
"Hello Professor. Do you have a minute to answer a few of my questions?"
The Professor looked down on this young teenager. She had the look of an inquisitive student in her jeans and pink T-shirt while she fixed her glasses.
"I seem to be having some difficulties understanding the concepts that will be on the midterm. I was wondering if there was any way I could receive extra help in this course," she stated.
"Well what can I help you with? I do have some time right now so I can help you now," he responded.
Andrea pulled out her notes and her books and she sat with him at his desk at the front of the class. They went through problems for 45 minutes and it still seemed that Andrea was not getting the information as good as she should.
"Calculus is a course that requires many hours of dedication in order to do it properly. You will need to practise this more on your own." This was the end of his free time and a bit of the end of his patience with her as she was asking the same questions over and over.
As Andrea walked home that day, she began questioning why she needs to take a university Calculus class at all. She wanted to be a High School gym teacher, which had no relation to the class. The 18 year old freshman wished she could simply skip this class somehow...
The day before the midterm Andrea went back to speak to Mr. Johnson. Today she was wearing her contacts and she was hoping to try and get on the young professor's good side so that he might mark her midterm a little easier.
"Hi Mr Johnson, I really like your tie today!" She complimented him. "I was wondering if you could give me some pointers for the midterm tomorrow?"
The class was now empty apart from herself and the teacher. Today she was wearing a jean skirt since it was so hot. Mr. Johnson noticed how good the girl's legs looked, and how she looked quite pretty with no glasses on today.
Andrea began speaking to him about the midterm. She felt as if she was getting desperate since she tried working hard on the class, however since this was the only Calculus course she needed, she felt it was futile. If only she could get some tips on what would be on the midterm.
"Could you pleeeasseee let me know what I should study for tomorrow? Is there anything specific I need to look at?" Andrea asked him. "I really want to get a passing grade in this class and be done with it for the rest of my life. I hate this math!"
"I can't simply tell you what will be on the test Andrea, that wouldn't be professional of me," he answered her.
This is where Andrea knew the conversation would be going. Ever since she saw him on the first day of class she thought he was cute. Having never been with a boy other than a couple week long relationships that did not go past first base, she was unsure how to seduce this man into telling her what she wanted to know. She really wanted a good mark.
So, wearing this skirt, she accidentally dropped her pencil on the ground. Bending over in her best seductive form, she picked up the pencil. Mr .Johnson saw her skirt rise up and up her legs until it stopped just below her ass, cupping it.
"Andrea, are you trying to seduce me into giving you information about the midterm?"
"Will it work if I am? You aren't married are you?" Andrea retorted.
She was unsure of what to do next, but she really wanted to pass this midterm. She slowly came over to his chair, and began to bend towards him. He couldn't help but notice her cleavage and her B cup breasts lunging forwards to him. It had been a while since he had been with any girl, and he was not a guy to go out to Bars.