As class adjourned, most of the students began to collect their books and mill around on their way out of the classroom. I noticed that Pam was hanging back and I assumed that she wanted to see me. I waited and once everyone else had gone, she came up to my desk. "Can I speak to you about class?" she asked. I looked up at the beautiful, young teenager before me and smiling at her said, "Sure, let's see, why don't you come by my office this afternoon at around 4:30." I said checking my calendar, I'll have some time then." Pam thanked me with a sheepish smile and left the room.
Promptly at 4:30 there was a knock at my office door. As I let Pam in, I could see that the office was deserted as it usually was at this time of day. I'd been counting on it.
"Come in and have a seat." I said as Pam walked past me and sat down in the chair near my desk. "What can I do for you?" I asked as I closed the door. The lock clicked shut as the door closed.
Pam mustered all of her courage and composure as she turned to face me. "Am I going to fail this class?" she asked with a note of pleading in her shaky voice.
Pam and a group of other students were involved in a special academic program for the summer. It was an intensive program for advanced placement credits. Failure in the program meant several "F"s on her permanent scholastic record. For an 12th grader, preparing to apply to college that could be devastating. I knew Pam was failing and she knew it too but we went through the motions. She had started off all right but then had gotten into goofing off and her grades went straight down the tube.
"Let's see." I said as I opened my grading folder. I read off her test scores and her grades on major assignments. We were already 6 weeks into the 9-week program and at this point, it was next to impossible for her to pull it out. "From the looks of your grades, I'm afraid you are going to fail the program."
Pam turned white. "Is there anything I can do to pass?" she pleaded. Sitting on the edge of my desk I looked down at the troubled, young beauty sitting before me. It was a perfect set-up but I decided to delay for the moment.
Pam really was beautiful. She had short, dark hair, cut with bangs in the front. She had an absolutely magnificent body, with very large breasts, an hourglass waist and an ass that would make your mouth water. Though she always dressed stylishly, I always had the impression that she was uncomfortable with her body. Her chest was always cinched in by a heavy underwire bra. Even when she wore a tank top or something with a scoop neck, like she wore today, her bra was always visible through the sleeves or the neckline. I got up and walked around the office.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked trying to keep a straight face.
"I don't know. Can I do an extra paper or a make-up test." the young beauty pleaded. "I just have to pass this program. If I don't I'll never get into college with the rest of my friends." Pam had a genuine pleading in her voice as she realized she was doomed. I could see she was approaching desperation. Glancing back down at the grading folder, I scanned her grades once again. I put the folder down on the desk as I sat down on the arm of her chair. I looked down at her and stared longingly into her magnificent cleavage. Her firm tits swelled gently as she looked up at me.
"I'll be honest with you, my dear, but I'm not sure you can do it." I said gravely.
"What do you mean?" she pleaded, her voice rising slightly. "Isn't there any way that I can pass?"
"I'm not sure how." I answered. "Even if you retook the last two tests and aced them, it wouldn't bring your average up enough to pass. I don't know what to tell you." I said as I looked down at her, gazing once again at her magnificent breasts. Pam tried to maintain her composure but her voice began to crack and her eyes filled with tears.
"My entire future is going to be ruined. My parents are going to kill me." she pleaded.
"You should have thought about that a little earlier in the term, before you started skipping classes and goofing off." I said with little pity in my voice.
"There's got to be some way for me to pass this program." she said in an almost demanding voice. "I just can't sit back and fail."
Placing my hand on Pam's shoulder, I felt the softness of her supple skin. I could tell immediately that she was uncomfortable with my touch. I slid my hand across her shoulder and then slipping my fingers under the shoulder strap of her tank top and her bra, I slid it down over her smooth shoulder. Pam felt the soft material slide down onto her upper arm and as she turned her body slightly, I slid my fingers down from her shoulder and into the top of her bra. I felt the firmness of her meaty breast as I filled my hand with her magnificent tit. It was warm and very firm in my hand and I could feel her nipple press against the palm of my hand. She stared down at my hand as it reached into her bra and squeezed her full breast. She was astonished by my boldness. She had nothing like this in mind and was taken completely by surprise.
"What do you think you are doing?" she demanded in an angry voice as she tried to turn away from me. I tightened my grip on her meaty tit and my hand held it firmly.