Her name was Christine, but her friends called her Christi. Despite what all her friends called her, I preferred to call her Christine or Ms. Davis to keep things between us professional. You see, I was her college professor. I had bee lecturing at this local college for a little over three years and I had seen young pretty freshman come and come each year and this year's froshes were no different. Christi was eager to do well in college and I could tell by how she acted in my class. She was always taking notes, never talking to her friends and her cell phone was always off. She was making a genuine effort to learn, and it was something that was easy for me to notice.
She was also very attractive. She had a very slender body as well as a pair of legs that no man in the classroom could resist looking at least once a day. This was because Christi always wore skirt to class, which easily showed off those amazing legs. It was almost as if she were proud of them and couldn't wait to show them off to every horny male on campus. Even though I was almost twenty years her senior, even I couldn't help but look at her legs whenever I got the chance. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way about a student. I was feeling absolute lust for an eighteen year old freshman. This was the stuff that job ending scandals were made of. Still, I did my best to remain professional, never speaking to her unless she came to me first. That didn't happen at all until two weeks before finals.
I was sitting in my office, marking a few papers when there was a knock at the door. "It's open." I called out.
When the door opened, Christ walked in. She closed the door behind her and while I would have preferred she kept it open, chances are she was there to speak about something important. I had a feeling this might happen, but I was hoping it wouldn't. "I'm sorry professor, I know this isn't your usual office hours but can we speak for a moment."
"Of course." I said as I put down the essay I was grading. "Is everything all right?"
"Well I wanted to speak to you about my paper." Christi said as she walked over and took a seat. She was wearing another short skirt and as usual he legs looking amazing. "You gave me a C minus on my paper!" I could tell by her tone that she was shocked to receive such a low grade.
"I'm sorry Christi." I replied to her as I sat back in my chair. "If you don't want a C minus, then I would recommend not handing in a C minus paper."
"That was not a C minus paper!" Christi snapped back.
"I disagree, it wasn't barely worth of a C. You almost got a D."
The response seemed to upset her, as I could see Christi's face getting a littler flush with anger. "This paper is worth over 33% of our final mark!"
"It is." I confirmed. "You should have put more effort into it."
"This is going to ruin my grade point average!" Christi cried. "I need it to be perfect because I intend to apply for Education this summer."
"Don't get mad at me, you're the one that handed in a half assed essay."
"I can't have a C minus!" Christi said as she apparently wasn't ready to accept reality.
"It is a C minus." I said sternly. "I don't change marks. If you want an A on your paper, you need to hand in one that deserves such a mark."
"So what you're saying is that if I hand in a paper that is worthy of an A, you'll change the mark?" Christi suddenly asked.
"That's not what I meant." I quickly replied. "I can't let you rewrite your paper when the rest of the class has to live with their marks. That would be unfair."
"Please, professor!" Christi begged, her bottom lip got all pouty and I did all I could to not let it drag my mind into the gutter. "I need an A to get into Education! I'll do anything."
"I doubt that." I starkly replied.
