After School Special
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
9,317
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Replacement Assignment
Naomi moved back away from Jasmine and said, “I don’t think we should keep Professor Martin waiting any longer. He may have questions about where we have been and what we have been doing.” Jasmine nodded in agreement and calmed herself some more before pushing off the wall and standing just behind Naomi, rather shakily. Naomi reached out to the dull, golden doorknob and turned it. The door released from its latch with a click and it opened with a whining creak. The girls stood in the doorway and peered into the room looking for the Professor. He was not hard to find; he was sitting at his desk at the front of the classroom. He looked to be busy reviewing papers from the other students.
The classroom was nothing special; just a simple white walled classroom with tan colored tiles all across floor. Desks with separate chairs lined the room in rows five deep and five wide. The wall that the door was on did not have any windows between the hallway and the room; it was just another concrete wall. The door itself was just a solid wood door, nothing special. The opposite wall had three sets of really long green blinds barely cracked to let some natural light into the room. The long blinds covered around six windows.
The professor had heard the creaking door open up but finished what he had been reviewing before looking up to see who his visitor was. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of two of his most beautiful students standing in his doorway. He caught his composure before it cracked and glanced up at the clock. “You two are a little late, but nothing to worry about. Come stand before my desk,” he commanded in an oddly gentle tone. The two girls complied with his command and stood in front of his desk. Professor Martin quickly looked them up and down and then looked down to his papers. He acted as if he was reading through the papers but he was really thinking about how hot these two young women looked in their school uniforms. He cleared his throat to speak but remained seated, he decided against standing to hide his true emotions, which were starting to bulge in his pants. He looked up from his papers and looked each of the girls in the eyes, each in turn, and then asked, “Do either of you know why I had you come here this afternoon?” Both of the girls shook their heads, they really did not have any idea.
“Well, the two of you are my only students that are as far behind on your assignments as you are. I had you both come in after school to figure out what we are to do about this because this may mean a failing grade.” The professor finished his sentence and kept his eyes on the girls to see what they had to say. Both girls hanged their heads to show they were sorry. Professor smiled at this because he found it to be cute, or rather a turn on. He sighed deeply at the girls and said, “Alright, I will tell you both something. If you think up something that I can grade in place of all of these assignments then I will grade that instead. But, only if I find it to be a worthy replacement of your assignments though.”
The girls kept their heads down for a moment as the words of the Professor sunk in. Naomi lifted her head and perked up all of a sudden. The professor eyed her with a puzzled expression on his face. Naomi looked at the professor and said, with her index finger held up in front of her, “Give me one second.” She lowered her arm as Jasmine raised her head with a curious look on her face. Naomi turned to Jasmine, leaned into her ear, and began whispering. Jasmine’s face did not show any emotions until she had heard all of the details of Naomi’s plan. She looked down for a moment and then over to Naomi, “Alright, Naomi, I’ll do it.”
Naomi smiled coyly at Jasmine and then straightened her expression as she turned to the Professor. Professor Martin leaned forward as he awaited the girl’s plan of action to cover the assignments that they had not turned in for the last two weeks. Naomi looked into the professor’s eyes and said, “It’s something odd but we think we have a solution to both our problems. We both are lesbians and we want to give you a hot and steamy show for you to grade in place of the assignments.” Professor Martin felt taken a back by the girls’ offer of a replacement assignment.
He had a shocked look on his face as if he would deny the assignment and possible turn them over to the head of the school but he closed his gaping mouth and put his chin in his hand and began to think about it. On one hand, this was a very immoral thing to do but on the other hand, he had never seen two women that were more beautiful in his life. It was a once in a life time situation and his manhood perked up as he came to his decision.
“I will accept this replacement assignment.” He stood up, erection in all, and walked over to the door to his room and locked it. He crossed the room to the blinds and drew them shut so that there would not be any other spectators. He grabbed his chair from behind his desk and placed it in front of the door leading into his room. Professor Martin took his seat, crossing both arms as if in an intense session of thought, and extended one arm back out as if giving a swooping invitation to a party, and said, “Proceed ladies, your grade is riding on this.”
The classroom was nothing special; just a simple white walled classroom with tan colored tiles all across floor. Desks with separate chairs lined the room in rows five deep and five wide. The wall that the door was on did not have any windows between the hallway and the room; it was just another concrete wall. The door itself was just a solid wood door, nothing special. The opposite wall had three sets of really long green blinds barely cracked to let some natural light into the room. The long blinds covered around six windows.
The professor had heard the creaking door open up but finished what he had been reviewing before looking up to see who his visitor was. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of two of his most beautiful students standing in his doorway. He caught his composure before it cracked and glanced up at the clock. “You two are a little late, but nothing to worry about. Come stand before my desk,” he commanded in an oddly gentle tone. The two girls complied with his command and stood in front of his desk. Professor Martin quickly looked them up and down and then looked down to his papers. He acted as if he was reading through the papers but he was really thinking about how hot these two young women looked in their school uniforms. He cleared his throat to speak but remained seated, he decided against standing to hide his true emotions, which were starting to bulge in his pants. He looked up from his papers and looked each of the girls in the eyes, each in turn, and then asked, “Do either of you know why I had you come here this afternoon?” Both of the girls shook their heads, they really did not have any idea.
“Well, the two of you are my only students that are as far behind on your assignments as you are. I had you both come in after school to figure out what we are to do about this because this may mean a failing grade.” The professor finished his sentence and kept his eyes on the girls to see what they had to say. Both girls hanged their heads to show they were sorry. Professor smiled at this because he found it to be cute, or rather a turn on. He sighed deeply at the girls and said, “Alright, I will tell you both something. If you think up something that I can grade in place of all of these assignments then I will grade that instead. But, only if I find it to be a worthy replacement of your assignments though.”
The girls kept their heads down for a moment as the words of the Professor sunk in. Naomi lifted her head and perked up all of a sudden. The professor eyed her with a puzzled expression on his face. Naomi looked at the professor and said, with her index finger held up in front of her, “Give me one second.” She lowered her arm as Jasmine raised her head with a curious look on her face. Naomi turned to Jasmine, leaned into her ear, and began whispering. Jasmine’s face did not show any emotions until she had heard all of the details of Naomi’s plan. She looked down for a moment and then over to Naomi, “Alright, Naomi, I’ll do it.”
Naomi smiled coyly at Jasmine and then straightened her expression as she turned to the Professor. Professor Martin leaned forward as he awaited the girl’s plan of action to cover the assignments that they had not turned in for the last two weeks. Naomi looked into the professor’s eyes and said, “It’s something odd but we think we have a solution to both our problems. We both are lesbians and we want to give you a hot and steamy show for you to grade in place of the assignments.” Professor Martin felt taken a back by the girls’ offer of a replacement assignment.
He had a shocked look on his face as if he would deny the assignment and possible turn them over to the head of the school but he closed his gaping mouth and put his chin in his hand and began to think about it. On one hand, this was a very immoral thing to do but on the other hand, he had never seen two women that were more beautiful in his life. It was a once in a life time situation and his manhood perked up as he came to his decision.
“I will accept this replacement assignment.” He stood up, erection in all, and walked over to the door to his room and locked it. He crossed the room to the blinds and drew them shut so that there would not be any other spectators. He grabbed his chair from behind his desk and placed it in front of the door leading into his room. Professor Martin took his seat, crossing both arms as if in an intense session of thought, and extended one arm back out as if giving a swooping invitation to a party, and said, “Proceed ladies, your grade is riding on this.”