She's gonna try.

Ryan was right, the professor couldn't take his eyes off her, maybe this could work. She tries to straighten up her outfit as she enters his office. As she straightens her back, the top button that was struggling to keep her boobs from spilling out, rips open and flies off to land on the floor near his desk. She turns around to close the door, as he asked and quickly sits in the chair across from him.

She places her crossed hands on the table and crouches in the chair,hoping that he doesn't notice the missing button, and her blouse now open enough that her areolas are peeking out from the top. "Yes Vicky, you wanted to talk about your grade," he opens up his laptop and starts looking through his class roster and assignment grades scanning for her name.

When he looks back to her, he can see her slumped down in his chair. "Yes, you see I received an email from you, that I should drop your class. It said that my grades weren't good enough to get me to pass this class, even if I aced finals, I was hoping you could let me do some extra credit work." She didn't sound too confident, 'I should have been more assertive', she thought.

"Hmm, extra credit," he trails off trying to crane his neck to get a view of her chest. She further slouches in the chair, "I don't think I could do that Vicky, it wouldn't be fair to the other students." He closes his laptop, and puts it in his bag. He is getting ready to leave.

"Please Professor Collins," she quickly leans across his desk, and grabs his hand. In doing so, he can now get a clear view of her cleavage cradled in her blouse. One of her boobs is dangerously close to spilling out of her clothes. She follows his gaze, and realizes what has happened. She quickly sits back down, but this time she sits straight up. She has his attention now, but the next few minutes will be crucial, she has to convince him to allow her the extra credit work.

Thinking of Ryan, she decides to be a bit bolder. She summons up the courage, walks over to his side of the desk, and sits down on the edge facing him. She leans over and makes sure he has an unobstructed view down her blouse, "It won't be unfair to the other students, if they don't know about it, it will be our little secret", she says with a seductive voice. As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she dreads saying them. What if he asks her for a blowjob... or worse ...sex?

For a second, the Professor couldn't believe his luck. He wants to rip her blouse open and motorboat those knockers right their. He could picture fucking her on his desk, while she moaned and yelled his name. But if anyone found out he could lose his job, and it would go on his permanent record, he was so close to getting tenure. On the other hand there was a voluptuous college freshman with her boobs dangling in front of his face. He could feel his cock getting harder, bulging in his pants.

"Vicky, come on now" he manages to string a few words,"I want all my students to do well, but maybe" he suddenly has a brilliant idea, "maybe you could be my TA." Of all the things she thought he would say, this wasn't one of them. Maybe he was a good guy. All that porn she watched with Ryan had just screwed up her head. That's not how things happened in real life. "TA? You mean grade papers for you?"

"Amongst other things, yes, make photocopies, get me coffee, grade papers, help plan lessons, occasionally pick up my dry- cleaning that sort of thing. But you wouldn't get paid, I could tutor you too, and you will submit 1 extra paper for the extra credit. With that I think you could pass this class."

"Really , oh my god Professor, thank you so much," she could have jumped up and down but for the ridiculous outfit she was wearing. Too bad, coz he would have liked to see it. "I could almost hug you," she said. "Please do," he propmtly gets up and opens up his arms and inches closer. She reluctantly moves in for a quick hug, but he holds her firmly. She can feel his hands roving on her back, and his face in her hair, smelling it. She can feel his boner against her leg, and she pulls back trying to end the awkward hug. He holds on to her sides, his fingers grazing the sides of her boobs and his thumbs feeling the underside.

She looks him in the face, wanting to say something, but is tongue tied. He had promised her a passing grade moments ago, but that was before he was trying to cop a feel. He wasn't bad looking either, he was probably in his late 30s, short cropped brown hair, square jaw, clean shaven. He had hazel eyes and a wicked smile on his face right now. His thumbs were now rubbing her hard nipples, through the fabric, and she begins to feel herself get aroused.

"Professor, " she begins but is unable to get the rest of the words out, "Now see, I already have a TA that assists me with my work, I will direct some of his duties your way, but as I am only allowed one TA, we cannot tell anyone about your position." He leans in, bringing his mouth close to her ear, "as you said , it's our little secret", he is rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers now, "and I promise, you won't just pass, you'll get an A." He gives her another wicked grin and turns her around, "I'll email you the details, now off you go, a perky young tease like you should be out having fun on a Friday night", he says, as he spanks her leather clad ass, and sends her off.

She walks out of his office without another word, amazed at what just happened. She is not able to comprehend the trouble she has landed herself in, and sees a bathroom door and ducks into it. Once inside she stares at the mirror for a while, seconds, minutes pass by while she is still in a daze. She manages to snap out of it, and splashes some cold water on her face. She goes into one of the stalls and sits on the seat, and that's when it hits her. She slowly puts a hand inside her panties, and feels how wet she has gotten. Her nipples are also hard as ever. 'I was turned on by that', she thinks.