"Sonny, what can you tell me about electrons?"
"Electrons are the molecules which build an
atom."
"Well, that's a good start. Monday, class, I want
you to give me five reasons why life can't exist in the universe
without electrons. I also want a list of their basic
characteristics, and who first discovered electrons, keeping in
mind that I'm referring to the 1905 discovery, not subsequent
enumerations. I know it's your favorite, so give me a brief
explanation of chapter 12, Matter And Energy And The
Electromagnetic Spectrum. And, if you give me a verbatim
textbook answer, don't bother turning it in. I don't want to see
any more internet downloads turned in as YOUR original work.
Somebody put a lot of work into rehashing old explanations that
worked just fine a hundred years ago and needed no elaboration.
So give them credit where it's due, it's all they will get for
their efforts."
A series of groans filled the classroom.
Simon Adams closed his books, ordered his notes,
and put them all into his briefcase. He was in a hurry, he had a
weekend in Aspen planned. For the first time in a long time, he
was going solo. He was tired of bringing a date to Aspen, only
to find the she really didn't like skiing; she was having her
period, her tooth ached, or any one of a dozen other excuses for
staying in the hotel room and fucking, rather than going skiing.
Hell, if he wanted to fuck, he could grab a girl from class.
Simon looked up and flinched guiltily. Melody was
still sitting in her seat, watching him closely. So what did she
want? She had a very strange and expectant look on her face.
Had he forgotten something? If so what, he wondered as he looked
her over? He suddenly saw something wrong, very wrong. Melody
was wearing a short plaid skirt. He had noticed this earlier in
the day, of course, Melody had a killer body that demanded
notice. She was following the new Britney Speers fad of a plaid
skirt, white blouse, and pig tails. Anybody would take notice of
Melody in such an outfit. What he hadn't seen earlier, was the
fact that she was wearing no panties.
He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he
surveyed the sweet little slut. Her legs were open, a clear
invitation. She had a cute pussy, if you could call a pussy
cute. A pussy was a lot like a newborn child, everyone looked at
the ugly red, sniveled-up baby on the bed and said, "wow, how
cute," even though it looked like a used tampax with eyes.
"Hi, Melody," he said carefully.
"Hi Mister Adams," she said in a sweet, girlish
voice designed to go along with her outfit.
"Is there something that I can do for you,
Melody?"
"I can think of a lot of things, Mister Adams, but
I wanted to talk about my grade. I'm failing your class."
"Your work is substandard, even for this lazy bunch
of students. You rarely show up, and you seldom pay attention
when you do show up. You talk constantly, completely
disregarding anything I have to say. Do you think that could
have anything to do with it?"
"Sure, but can we... negotiate?" she asked with a
shy smile. Her left leg bounced open and closed slowly, drawing
attention to her soft thighs and slightly-mounded young
womanhood.
"No," he said with a voice of doom. "If you want
to make out, you are looking at the wrong person. If you want to
have sex, I might be interested. But if we do, I can't promise a
better grade. The two are not synonymous."
"Ouh, you're tough. I got a B in Math."
"Are you planning on fucking your way through
school, Melody?" he asked, being brutally frank.
"Yes sir," she said with a sly smile.
"Well at least you're honest. But, right now I am
off for a fun-filled weekend in Aspen. I should be going
now."
"Do you have a date?"
"No, that's why my weekend will be fun-filled. I'm
going solo. Have you ever seen the girls at Aspen, Melody?"
"No."
"Most are hot, most are stinking rich, and most can
fuck your eyes out without even trying. Can you compete with
that?"
"I don't know, I'll try," she said, getting to her
feet.
Simon felt a cold knot fill the pit of his stomach.
He was treading on thin ice. If Melody tried to use this against
him, it would be his word against hers. But she may have some
devious plan in mind. If he took her up on the offer, he must
cover all the bases. She was hot enough to be barely worth the
danger. In fact she did look a lot like Britney Speers in that
outfit. A very lot.
"I bet I can make you forget all about your trip,"
she said, sliding up on the unused corner of his desk.
"I bet you can't."
"If I do, will you bring my grade up one mark?"
"No, Melody, I won't. I told you, if I raise your
grade, it will have nothing to do with sex.
"I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about a
bet."
"Really? What is your portion of the wager?"
"A blowjob?" she asked hopefully. She had her leg
bent. Her skirt slid down her leg showing a magnificent ass
cheek and the puckered lips of her pussy.
"That's sex."
"Oh, I see. So you want a blowjob and you want me
to wash your car?"
"My car is one of the first 600 Austin Healy
convertibles to roll off the assembly line. If you touch my car
I will sue you."
"Ow, lighten up. So what do you want?"
"Since you're centered on sex, I will make a sexual
wager. I will give you 30 minutes to make me forget my trip.
If, at the end of that thirty minutes, I find myself wishing I
had gone, I want you to find a lesbian lover, bring her to my
house on Sunday night, and make love to her while I fuck the hell
out of you. If you succeed, I will raise your grade two points.
Now, are you willing to put your mouth where your mouth is?"
"Holy shit," she gasped with a shocked look. A
satisfied smirk lit his face as he closed the briefcase and
prepared to leave. He had seen her ace and beat her with two
queens.
"So you're backing out?" he asked, watching the
amazement on her face.
"Hell no, that's no bet, that's a typical date for
me. Are you ready?"
"I..." Simon was at a loss. The mere thought of
her doing as he had asked, was almost grounds for raising her
grade on the spot. But no, she had to earn it.
"Sure," he said, but held up a hand. "First I'm
locking the door."
She giggled and raised her knee even more,
displaying all of her earthly treasures. She was a hot little
bitch. A compact little beauty that liked to fuck. Now that he
thought about it, she would make a great date, and possibly a
girlfriend. She was almost as wild as he was. He had seen her
bouncing from boy to boy. She usually went where the money was.
That, in turn, was usually the resident drug dealer.
Unfortunately, they all landed in jail, leaving her high and dry.
What she needed was a more mature man with inherent wealth. She
needed somebody like... him.
He turned and looked at his desk. Melody was now
naked from the waist up. Her tits were fantastic. One of the
drawbacks of being a science/biology teacher, is he was
intimately familiar with the makeup of a typical human female
breast. He knew they consisted of a mass of disgusting yellow
fat, tubes, and blood vessels, surrounded by a thin layer of
skin. But rarely, such as in this case, he ran into a set of
breasts so awesome, that it didn't matter.
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