Ms. Roberts was a fairly new professor at her established university. She taught anatomy and physiology for the upperclassmen, the serious students, some would say. She was strict but fair, always giving opportunities for extra credit and extended office hours to help her more dedicated students. She had noticed one student in particular as he sat at the front of the class each session, furiously taking notes, biting his lip as he rushed to catch every word she said. She would laugh to herself, thinking that he was the spitting image of her as a college student. He was a bit nerdy, with glasses and a unique style. She also found it curious that his major was history, yet here he was in an advanced anatomy class. You’d think he’d take a blow-off class. Something fun like drama, bowling, or art. She planned on handing back tests today, almanbahis with about half of the students failing. This being the first test, it was a wake-up call for some. She could hear the groans as some of the students saw their grades. Greg, the curious one upfront, got his back, and his face fell. He had failed miserably. There was a note at the top corner for him to stay after class. He sighed and finished the lecture with a little less enthusiasm. Almost finding it pointless to continue to take notes in a class he obviously was going to flunk. He stayed after as the class was dismissed. Ms. Roberts took her time stacking up her papers before looking up at him. “Please remind me of your name, sir,” she asked kindly. A soft smile appeared on her face. “It’s Greg, ma’am,” he mumbled, not looking forward to this talk at all.“Well almanbahis yeni giriş Greg, I find it curious as to why you failed. You seem to give this class quite a bit of attention. And when I looked at your scantron, all your answers were right. You just mismarked the test by a question.”He gulped. “Is there any way you could change the grade then, Ms. Roberts?” he asked hopefully. His crestfallen face gained some color. She leaned over her desk, her blouse dipping down enough for him to see down to her tits covered in sheer lace. She had worn what she thought to be a modest pencil skirt, pumps, and a white shell blouse. It was nearing summer in Texas. And she couldn’t bear to wear much more clothing than that. Dress code for teachers be damned. He worried his lip; he’d always found Ms. Roberts to be attractive. She had starred almanbahis giriş in some of his more lewd dreams with him waking rock hard, his sheets tenting. His cheeks flamed as he started to get hard again at the thought. “Well, I think maybe some extra credit or…” she trailed off as she saw his discomfort. “On second thoughts, why don’t you meet me for office hours this afternoon, please. We can discuss our next steps there,” she smirked, having a lewd thought of her own pop into her head.“Ooh, yes, ma’am! I’ll be there,” he said quickly before running off, whether in embarrassment or to go take care of his situation. She giggled, thinking of what she could possibly convince him to do for her personally to keep his stellar grade in her class. After a long day of teaching, she got to her office, thinking she would have to stay for the next hour in case another student needed assistance. But they rarely ever came. They’d rather cheat or get answers from trusty old Google. She sat, slid off her pumps and rubbed her feet as there was a soft knock at her door.