I want the D, but not that D

The gap of time between my question and his answer feels like an eternity. His facial expression doesn’t change but he says “Miss Gailliard, it looks like I’ll see you again this summer. You passed, but barely.”

What? A D? 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 disappointed.”

“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.”

“Mr. Perkins, let me stop you right there. I am not interested in sleeping with you. Especially not for a grade.” College maybe, but I don’t want to go to college with a track record of banging for grades.

He laughs, “No Miss Gailliard, I’m not asking to have sex with you. I was thinking something a little less involved.”

I sit down on the nearest stool. “Okay, so what exactly are you talking about?”

“Relax, nothing that would require you to undress.” I find myself relaxing.

“In fact, the only thing that would be exposed would be my cock. I’d like you to go down on me. Do that, make me cum, swallow it and the B is yours.”

Well, there went relaxation. I never dreamed in a million years one of my teachers would ever ask me for a blow job, but here it is. Technically I could run down to Principal Jackson’s office and get Perkins in a shit ton of trouble. Of course, he could want a blowjob too. I was confused.

“The choice is yours. C for making me cum, or D for decline.”

I was face palming in my head. Cute impromptu catch phrases don’t make this any less awkward. At this point I would rather go down on Horace, but knowing Horace, I could breath on his cock and he would ejaculate.