Yes, you are.

It doesn’t take a lot of thinking for you to realize that yeah, you definitely are. After all, you really need this grade. And, well, you can’t deny you’re just a little curious as to what sex feels like on the other side of things. You swiftly move to your laptop, bring up your email client, and send a message out to your student. You let him know that you need to see him in your office immediately, to discuss something important regarding the class.

In no time at all, you get a reply, letting you know he’s on the way. Thinking about him, you can’t deny that James does have quite the attractive body, even if he’s a bit lazy. But as you start fantasizing what he’ll look like with his clothes off, you remember: you are James! You’re just in this body temporarily.

That in mind, you run through what you’ve just learned as you wait for your original body to arrive. So, one, your body is still running around, and acting like you. Good to know. Two, the longer you stay in this body, the more comfortable it’s been feeling. Three, in line with the last one, you’ve started thinking more like her. All that in mind, you know you’ll need to transfer back the second you’re done with what you need done. Then, and only then, can you be sure this is all over.

There’s a knock on the door, and sure enough it’s your previous body. It’s so odd, looking at it through someone else’s eyes. Especially when those eyes are lingering on certain parts of your body with lust. “Sit down,” you command, and your old body obeys, looking intimidated. For some reason, that just makes you more excited for what’s to come. You lock the door, then move over to where you’re right in front of where your old body is sitting, looking down at him. You know that from that angle, he’s staring at your breasts, and that makes you wet. “James, do you know why I asked you to come here?”

Looking very nervous, James runs a hand through his hair before telling you, “Uh, well, no? I’m guessing it has to do with my grade though...” You stop yourself from laughing. He has no idea how correct he really is.

Trying to look serious, you tell him, “That is correct. Your performance has been substandard, and I was intending to make that clear with your final grade.” He winces, and seeing him squirm sends a flash of lust through you. “That said, I am willing to make some...accommodations.” You lick your lips, covered in red lipstick, to accentuate the word. “You’ve caught my eye, James. So if you perform according to my specifications, then I’ll let you pass. Do good enough, and maybe you’ll even get an ‘A’.”

You intend to give him the highest grade you can, but you don’t tell him that. After all, you want to be really pleasured. With an effortless twitch of your legs, you make your panties fall to the floor, exposing your pussy to the open air through your skirt. You make a gesture to get him to lean forward and move your skirt up so he can see what you want. It takes him a few seconds, but it seems that James has a quicker wit that you ever gave him credit for. He starts lapping at your pussy with vigor, and it feels heavenly. Having a tongue exploring your pussy, groping your clit, even pushing into your inner walls, it all feels absolutely magnificent. It’s a struggle to stay standing while experiencing this much pleasure, but you do it, barely. After all, the power you’re exerting over him is half the fun. It seems James is quite the pussy-eater, because in no time at all you’re cumming all over his face, leaving his chin smeared with your juices. But of course, that was just the warm up. Now it’s time for the main attraction.