TEACHER’S PET
Today’s contributor skips to the ‘head’ of the class
It was the beginning of a new semester with new classes and new teachers. One of my professors was especially sexy, and I ended up staying after class to talk to him. This pattern continued every day for weeks. One day I said something about how much I like to drink wine and he invited me over to his apartment to sample from his wine collection.
I knew this was a bad idea, but it had a certain forbidden appeal. I went over to his place where we drank wine and talked for hours until I was drunk. The next thing I knew, he threw me on the ground and started going down on me. I thought about stopping him, but he was just so damn good at it.
I had never experienced anyone that knew what they were doing as much as he did. It was addicting, so I continued to go over once a week all semester. Finals time had snuck up on me and when he invited me over I told him that I had to work on the term paper for his class. He said, “Just come over here instead. Don’t worry about the paper. I know what grade you should make.” So I skipped out on my studies to be the teacher’s pet..
I made an A in his class that semester. I’m always proud of my good grades, but this A was earned more by my professor than me.
