Why not indeed?

Okay, this is more "why not?" type of story. Where the MC's proposals are met with why not attitude, not that the women have some kind of desire, but more like "why not?"

The moment he saw the big, bold C at the top of his paper, anger erupted in Jake's chest like a supernova. "What the FUCK?!" he screamed for the whole class to hear. "You gave me a C?! You're a joke!" The rest of the class exchanged awkward glances, clearly uncomfortable with Jake's outburst. His teacher, Mrs Williams, remained calm and composed, her eyes narrowing into steely slits. "Jake," she said firmly, "I'd like to discuss this with you after class."

As the other students filed out of the room, Jake continued to glare at his paper, seething with rage. Mrs Williams walked over to her desk and retrieved a stack of papers, then sat down across from Jake. "I'd like to talk about that outburst of yours," she said calmly. "You're a bright student, Jake, but your behavior today was unacceptable. You disrespected not only me, but the entire class."

Jake shot her a defiant look. "Yea? That is because you gave me a crappy grade. You don't even know what you're talking about. I worked hard on that paper!" He crossed his arms and slumped back in his chair, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Mrs Williams raised an eyebrow at his response. "Jake, let me remind you that I've been teaching this class for several years now. I've seen a lot of papers, and I know what constitutes a good paper, and your paper constitutes as a bad one!"

Her words only seemed to infuriate Jake further. "Oh yeah? Well, why don't you constitute sucking my ass!" he shouted, surprising even himself with his audacity. He wanted to retract that last thing since, he was not entirely sure it even made sense, a sudden realization downed on him - maybe his grade really is a reflection of his language abilities. Mrs Williams, however, didn't seem fazed. She pursed her lips and gave him a look that could only be described as amused. "Well, Jake," she drawled, "That is you second outburst for today, you are really close to the lone young man..."

She stood up from her desk, towering over him, and Jake instinctively shrank back in his chair. Mrs Williams was not a tall woman, but she had an imposing presence that seemed to fill the room. Her dark eyes bored into him, unblinking. "Regarding the content of your outburst however, would you prefer to sit in my chair while I suck your ass, or would you rather lean on the table?" she asked calmly.

Jake's mouth hung open. He couldn't believe she was serious. His mind raced, trying to process the situation. His anger dissipated, replaced by confusion. "What?" he managed to stammer. "You're serious?"

Mrs. Williams arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm very serious, Jake. You asked if I want to suck your ass, and I told you I would. Or do you retract your offer?" Her voice was steady, her expression unreadable.

Jake swallowed hard. He'd never been in a situation like this before. Part of him wanted to just laugh it off and walk away, but another part of him was strangely intrigued. He glanced around the room, making sure no one else was nearby, then nodded hesitantly. "Okay," he muttered. "You can...suck my ass."

Mrs Williams's expression didn't change. "Do you prefer to see my face when I do it, or not?" she asked, her tone businesslike. Jake blinked. "Um...I guess I would like to..?"

She nodded, understanding. "Then sit on the edge of the chair, with your pants and underwear pulled down to your ankles. That will give me better access." Jake complied, feeling as if someone pulled on all air of the room. He sat on the edge of the chair, his pants down. Mrs Wiliams positioned herself between his legs and placed her hands on his knees. She looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "Well, raise your knees a bit, if you don't mind," she said calmly. "That would give me more comfort." Jake raised his knees, feeling his ass being offered to Mrs Williams. Her hands moved to his panties, and pulled them up just a bit to show her his puckered hole.

"Are you really going to do this?" Jake asked, his voice trembling slightly. He felt a mixture of fear, anticipation, and embarrassment course through his veins. Mrs Williams smiled gently and leaned forward, her breath fanning across his exposed flesh. "Why not?"