“Guess so. I date girls not women, so talking to you is making me look like an idiot,” he shrugged. “Guess I see why you’re looking so playful, going out and making up for some lost time?”
“It would take a lot more than a night to make up for how much I’ve lost out on,” she grunted, sounding more bitter than she’d meant to. “But speaking of girl’s lavender is an aphrodisiac. Can’t hurt to smell like it.”
“Wow,” he blinked. “I didn’t know that.”
“Learn something new every day.” Why was she messing with this kid? Even as she thought it, she added. “But I doubt you have trouble with girls.”
“I do okay, I guess.” He looked at his hands, then sniffed them, first a quick sniff, then he inhaled deeply. “Must not work, I’m not in the mood.”
He completely deadpanned the line, and Miranda burst out laughing.
“That was good!” She clapped. “Point for you.”
“Can I get a few more and an A?”
“I can’t, hon, and I’m sorry. You do seem like a good kid, but it’s not right.”
“Know why my hands feel this way?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Because I got a job working 6 to midnight five nights a week at Fed Ex loading and unloading trucks to help my mom with the mortgage because we were going to lose the house.”
“Again, you’re a good man, Tristan.”
“I don’t have as much time to study as I used to. Look at my grades before this semester, I have close to a 4. 0. This and assholes class are the only C’s I’ve gotten since goddamn middle school, and even then, they’re almost B’s. I just couldn’t put as much time in.”
“I’m sorry life is hard for you and your mom; it shouldn’t have to be that way. Your father sounds like my ex, he stuck me with a lot of bills, almost lost my house from under me.”
“But you have a good job, my mom works as a waitress and at Wal-Mart, all she wants is to see me do better, and I can! I just need to get through this year. Senior year I have less courses. I can work and have enough time for them.”
Miranda thought about it. She was leaving after this class, anyway. Why not do a good deed on the way out the door? No, it wasn’t fair. How many other kids had lost scholarships for not keeping up their grades?
“Please?” Tristan put his hands out. “There has to be something I can do. Extra credit?”
“Extra credit? Tristan the semester is over tomorrow there’s no time.” Sure, there was, no one would bother her until everyone had to be out by seven.
“But you still have tomorrow, and you haven’t put my grade in yet.”
“Maybe,” she cautioned him with her finger. “I could talk to the Dean’s office. Sometimes they can put in a word with the people who gave you the scholarship. You can claim a hardship maybe with your mom’s financial situation and you having to work.” Good Miranda was back as years of being a professional kicked in, trying to handle this the right way.
“They don’t care, I’m just a number to them. You seem like you care that’s why I’m asking, no,” he corrected himself as he rose to his feet, clasping his hands together “I’m begging you, please help me with this.”
“There’s nothing I can do.”
“You can do it,” he snapped his fingers. “You just said you’re leaving so it’s not like anyone would find out!”
“Tristan,” she shook her head. “No.”
“It’ll be good karma for you. Great start to a new life, right?”
“You’re killing me,” she sighed, and in more ways than one as her eyes darted to his crotch which was face level with her in the chair. She thought of her dream where she had been blowing him. Behind her lips, her tongue slid over her teeth, yearning to taste him.
Her mind drifted back to wondering how big he was and how she could be the best head he ever had. Better fuck too. She was a real woman who could handle a hard core fucking. Miranda bet if he were as hung as he looked, he had to go easy with the little bitches. Then again, she hadn’t had it put to her good in so long maybe he’d have to go slow with her.
Nah, she’d let him just take her hard, use her, make her feel it. It would no doubt be a good pain. But that’s after she’d show him the difference between a coed and a woman in her prime, make his damn eyes roll.
She craved the feeling of having her mouth stuffed with cock. Young hard cock. Miranda felt her face flushing and a trickle of sweat slid down her back.
“Professor Willow,” he continued, his voice taking on a pleading tone. “There has to be something I can do.”
Oh, there’s plenty you could do.
“I told you, there’s no time to get any extra credit.”
“What about you?”
“Me?”
“Can I help you? Do you need something done? You’re moving, right? I can help you pack or load your truck?”
He was speaking in a rush and his voice was beginning to tremble.
“That wouldn’t be right,” she said softly. “I’m your teacher.”
“I’ll help you after you’re my teacher. No more teacher as of Friday. Give me the grade and then I’ll do anything for you,” he slowed himself down by taking a deep breath. “Anything.”
She wasn’t his teacher after Friday. After Friday when the last bell rang all he’d be is a young man doing something for her. That was her hall pass, she’d no longer be working for the school. He could meet her at her place, it wouldn’t be as wrong.
But he’d already have the A. What if he stiffed her? Miranda lowered her gaze and tapped a red nail on the desk. Every dream, every waking fantasy had been of making this as wrong as possible, doing him right here in her office, on school property, still as his teacher.
“Professor?” She could hear the tremor in his voice. He desperately needed this, and it would be wrong to use that. But she needed something just as desperately, so they’d be helping each other out, what was so wrong about it?
It would be wrong if he didn’t want her. She wouldn’t want him to just do it because he had to. Another issue hit her, and so hard, before she could stop, she asked the question.
“Tristan, do you have a girlfriend?”
“Huh?” He looked justifiably surprised by the question, but then shrugged. “No, between school and work I’m always tired. The girls want to go out and I have no time or money.”
“Good looking kid like you all alone. Kind of a shame, no?”
Miranda’s voice also had a tremor to it, but one of excitement. If he’d answered yes to dating someone it would have been the end of the conversation. His answer of no on the other hand had just slammed the door on anything resembling morals and rational thought.