Final's Period (Skip Side Story)

The semester was coming up to an end and it was my last day of finals. I had already presented my capstone project a few days back, earning praise from the department, and I was in the middle of finishing up my networks exam. There was a reason I left this course till the last semester. I did not give a fuck about it. All I wanted was a passing grade, and I'd done well enough to pass if I didn't completely fail this exam and get like a 40. So it was all good all things considered.

I wrote down the answer to the last question hastily, wanting to be out of there as quickly as possible. I didn't even bother double checking my work or looking for mistakes. I handed in the exam and made my way out, knowing I had all but officially graduated. I thought about how I would remember my time there. It was mostly on the up. My first semester was mostly taken up by exercise, but that built my confidence back up from my below average high school years. You can pick on a nerd in high school, but try that with a buff college nerd and you'll get your ass handed to you. I had given dating pretty much zero thought and never really looked for a girlfriend. The farthest I got was a couple dates with some girls who I had become friends with from some of my classes. They were all nice but I never hit it off with any if them. But then I met Mira.

I didn't believe in love at first site. I'm pretty sure I still don't. My working theory is that I was really horny and **** that I clung on to the first authoritative woman I could find. My dick was **** to be punished, and she just happened to be the first attractive lady who had a position of power over me. But regardless of how it started, I have been able to forge a really good relationship with her over the last 3 months. Do you have any idea how much of her day, how many of her stories she can spill to me in 2 hours? 2 hours a day, two days a week, for 3 and a half months. Worshipping feet became synonymous with emotional support for me. And that's not counting the few times we went out to bars or restaurants where she edged me under the table or **** me to duck underneath and give her feet a kiss every once in a while. These would probably be good stories for another day. All in all, I was more in love with this woman than I had ever been at the start.

But I had not forgotten about her promise. I had done my part. My grades were perfect all throughout the semester, and I was very confident in my performance during the final. It was only a matter of time before I would get my reward. For now I just wanted to kick back and relax in my dorm room. I made my way across campus and climbed up the stairs to reach the second floor. I walked through the hallway and finally rounded the corner to my room. What I found there was Mira standing right in front of the room, leaning back against the door with her hands crossed under her tits. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. As she turned to me I saw an anger in her eyes.

"Hey there." She didn't answer. "Is something wrong?" She moved her hands to her hips as she shifted to stand right in front of me. Even though she was much shorter her stature was very intimidating. I waited patiently for her to say anything becoming more uneasy by the second. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke up.

"Open up. We need to to talk." I immediately took out my keys and opened the door, wondering what I could have possibly done. As the door swung open, Mira pushed right past me and walked in. I stared at her swaying hips for a moment before quickly following her inside. She stopped right in front of the bed and turned back towards me, again folding her hands together.