Flying straight into Failure

The gap of time between my question and his answer feels like an eternity. He frowns and says “Miss Gailliard, it looks like I’ll see you again this summer. You missed a D by ten points.”

What? I failed? No! I cannot be stuck in school during the summer. This totally sucks.

I stand up and gather my things. Mr. Perkins says, “Miss Gailliard, you seem surprised by this."

“I am Mr. Perkins. I genuinely studied for this test and I thought I knew it all. I didn’t make up bullshit answers for questions like I usually do.”

He suppressed a chuckle, as every single one of my teachers had seen firsthand my innate skill at making up answers on the fly. “I could tell it was different this time. You looked like you were concentrating, so I applaud your effort. I won’t say too little too late of course.”

You just said it. That doesn’t help. I’ve just failed biology, I won’t get to walk at graduation, and I have to see you again for summer school. On top of that, I could have just skipped school today and accomplished the same thing, except I would have been off with Lewis and Eric having fun.

I was really hoping too. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with the idea of figuratively giving the finger to my low-expectation mom and stepdad with an awesome test grade, but I was.

“However, with a little extra credit, we might be able to help you out a little. I am only offering this because I can tell you actually put effort into the test this time, otherwise I would have dismissed you.”

My ears perked up. “I’m listening.”

“We’re both adults here and I’m going to level with you. You are the bright spot in my day. I’ve looked forward to this period every day all year.”

I felt my stomach rising. he’s going to do some weird proposal thing. Or ask me out. I’m legal, but eww, he’s got to be at least 45. A B isn’t worth this.

“I’ve watched you walk a fine line between compliance with the dress code and showing off your assets in such a way that it is both a pleasure and maddening for me.”

Oh god, he rubs himself during class when he looks at me. He smiled, “Not quite to the extent that Horace does, but in the past couple of weeks in particular, I’ve had some vivid fantasies.”

I don't like where this is going, but the red F on my test is glaring at me from across the room.

"In particular, I've fantasized about putting my penis in your vagina."

Oh my god, why are you using technical terms. Just say you want to fuck me.

"You want to fuck me? And what do I get?"

"Other than what I hope is a modicum of enjoyment, you get an A on the exam."

At least there is some benefit. Granted, the reason I failed is because I had to take his stupid test in the first place.

"When are you wanting to live out this fantasy of yours?"

"It's now or never. The choice is yours."

Well, at least I get to choose whether I have summer school or have my science teacher's wrinkly old cock stuffed in my pussy. Honestly I don't know which is worse.

"I need a little help making my decision."

He says, "Okay, what would help?"

"I need to see it. All of it."

He undoes his pants and pulls them down as well as his boxers.

So it's not wrinkly. And he manscapes so he doesn't have a forest growing down there. And even hanging sort of limp, he's at least average size.

He looks at me. "Well, Miss Gailliard, what will it be?"