It was also a great excuse to visit Jake before she went over to Trey’s. She didn’t know if she’d see him much over the next week, and she missed him.
She strolled along the path across campus to the philosophy building, walked up the stairs to the second floor, then turned right. She stepped into a quieter corridor, leaving the classrooms behind. Offices with professors’ names on the doors lined the hallway. She approached the last office. PROFESSOR J. JAMIESON. As she was about to knock on the door, it opened and a young woman in tight jeans and a form-fitting sweater stepped out. She glanced at Danielle, then continued down the hall.
Danielle peered inside. “Professor Jamieson?”
Jake glanced up, then grinned. “Yes, Miss Rayne? What can I do for you?”
With an opening like that, how could she resist? She closed the door behind her and flicked the lock.
“Well, Professor, I haven’t been doing very well in your class and I was wondering if there was anything I could do to”—she smiled demurely—“you know . . . improve my marks.”
His face shifted to a serious expression. “Like a bonus assignment? I could probably work up something that you could turn in next week.”
“I was thinking maybe something I could do right now.” She stepped toward him with a sway to her hips.
“Oh?” His eyebrows arched upward. “And exactly what do you have in mind, Miss Rayne?”
She unfastened the top button of her blouse . . . then the next . . . then the next . . . then drew the fabric aside to reveal her lace-covered breasts.
“It depends on what you like.” She walked around his desk and leaned against it, facing him. She dipped her fingers under the lace cups and toyed with her nipples until they jutted forward, then tucked the lace below her breasts, leaving them bare.
She placed one hand on his denim-clad thigh and glided upward, stopping short of the bulge forming in his pants.
“I could do something for you.” She stroked over his bulge, then tugged his zipper down and slid her hand inside his pants. His long, hard cock, still covered by the thin cotton of his briefs, pulsed under her fingertips. She slipped her hand inside his briefs and encircled his hot, hard flesh. She knelt in front of him as she freed his erection.
“Oh, Dr. Jamieson. Your cock is enormous.”
She leaned down and lapped at the tip like an ice-cream cone, laving over the cockhead, then swirling her tongue under the ridge.
“It’s so big, I’m not sure I can even take it in my mouth.”
“Of course, you shouldn’t be doing that at all, young lady.”
She smiled. “But I really want an A.”
She licked her lips, then wrapped them around him and made a show of gliding down his crown as if having trouble making it fit. Finally, she held the whole corona in her mouth and glided her tongue around and around.
His fingers forked through her hair and he held her head gently as she sucked on him, then squeezed him in her mouth. She pushed downward, taking his shaft deeper. So deep she gagged slightly, but relaxed her throat . . . and took him deeper still.
He groaned as she squeezed and sucked, then slipped her hand below to cup his balls and gently massage him with her fingers. He stroked her hair, pushing strands behind her ears. She drew back, then dove down. Back, then dove down again.
She bobbed up and down, stroking his balls all the while. Finally, he groaned and hot liquid filled her throat.
She released his cock, a broad smile on her face.
“So what do you think, Professor Jamieson? Does that deserve an A?”
“I . . . ah . . .”
She didn’t want this to end just yet, so she headed off his response.
“Oh, Professor, do you think I’ve been a bad girl?” She turned around and drew her skirt up, then leaned forward on the desk, revealing her essentially naked behind. “Maybe you should punish me.”
“Well, you are pretty naughty, coming in here and doing something like that. You deserve to be punished.”
She wiggled her behind back and forth. His hand stroked over her round flesh, and then she felt a sharp sting as he lightly smacked her bottom.
“Ohhh!”
He smacked again, then stroked. Her flesh smarted a little, but it was exhilarating.
“I am such a bad girl, sir. Maybe you should spank me again.”
His hand smacked across her burning flesh a couple more times, then his lips pressed against her, easing the sting . . . then stimulating other exciting sensations as he kissed one cheek, then the other.
“Acknowledging your need for punishment will raise your mark to a C.” His hands cupped her behind and he stroked round and round.
“And for an A, sir?”
He stood up and she heard the rustle of fabric, then the clunk of his pants, and belt, hitting the floor. His hands slipped around her body and he cupped her naked breasts. They filled his hands as he gently squeezed them within his palms.
“Let’s just see if you’re worthy of a B right now. Are you willing to do what it takes to get a B?”
“Of course, sir. Whatever you want me to do, sir.”
“Actually . . .” His hand stroked down her rib cage and over her belly, then around to unfasten her skirt. He slipped it over her hips and down to her ankles. “You won’t be doing all that much.”
He urged her thighs apart, and she stepped out of the skirt tangled around her ankles, then widened her legs. He stroked down her back, then along the thong as it disappeared between her still stinging cheeks, until he reached the crotch. He drew the fabric aside and dipped his fingers inside.
“My, you are a naughty girl. You are so wet.”
And she was. She
