1. Debbie's Accidential Debauchery


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    breath. “Yes. Yes, I am. It’s just… I really thought I had done well. I’ve been studying hard, and I had it all down, and now, with the other scores…” I didn’t need to continue rambling. She knew what the F meant as well as I did, and the others around me were already shifting in their seats and trying to catch the drama that appeared to be unfolding. “I see.” She pushed her glasses back up and looked at me thoughtfully. “I believe you. The problem is, you obviously misread both comprehension questions, and they make up sixty percent of the score.” My heartbeat fluttered like mad. Another F meant that I failed the term and would have to do the term again. If I could argue an extension of my stipend, that is. Normally, failing a term was equal to cancellation of the stipend, and I had no chance to pay for everything by myself. ‘Breath evenly’ was the mantra I repeated a few times in my head. “Is there nothing you could do?” I was desperate. She pondered my request, and my chest constricted with panic with every second that passed. But just when I thought that I might faint, her expression softened. “I’ll not be in the office next week. But I can offer you an oral exam. Mind you, it’s going to cover more than just the last two chapters, if you take me up on it, or I’d risk accusations of favoritism. So you’ve got to pick up the book and read it from start to finish. Thoroughly.” A huge wave of relief swept through me. I could do this! Yes, I had taken a bit of time to really ...
    get the whole seriousness of learning, and that college was a wholly different kind of thing from high school, but I had done well in the last tests. With the exception of this one. So when Professor Harding handed me her card and told me to be at her house on Wednesday at nine, I thanked her profusely. I won’t bore you with the tale of a weekend and three more days of studying with an intensity I had never managed to muster before. When it was time for my appointment, I was partly exhausted, but another part of me felt as ready as I had never felt before. I dressed in my best blouse and skirt, took the bus to downtown and walked the two intersections to Professor Harding’s house. * * * * If I hadn’t been so nervous and focused on reciting the class material in my head, I’d probably have noticed something off. The many cars parked in the driveway and next to the curb should already have been a dead giveaway. The muffled sound of dance music that came through the door should have been another. But all I could think about was improving my grade and making it into the next term. There was no buzzer, so I knocked and waited. And knocked again, a little harder. When the door opened and a guy my age looked me up and down, I almost took a step back. He was wearing jeans and an olive t-shirt with a funny cartoon through which I could make out a muscled chest, and his eyes seemed to sparkle under his slightly messy black hair when he greeted me. “Hi, I didn’t think you’d make it, but ...
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