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"And so, you can see from your grades that you will not pass medieval history, nor graduate in June", said Ms. Taft, Bernard's instructor.
Bernard was distracted by his instructor's strawberry blond hair as it cascaded down and rested on the tops Ms. Taft's shoulders. Maybe it was her reddened face which seemed to blush easily; or maybe the reddish tint to her hair, but the way she looked and talked always intrigued him. She shot straight from hip and appeared to be a real pistol - he took it as a personal challenge to get to know her better.
As he looked into her eyes, which were framed by her high cheekbones and her long bangs that she curled up and over to her left side which broadcasted `I am an independent woman!', he knew why he didn't learn much about medieval history in the past quarter. From the first day in class, he knew there was something special about her.
"BERNARD", she said firmly, "did you just hear what I said?" Um, yeah... I mean. huh?.. ahhh. oh yes Ms. Taft as he snapped back to reality. "But what can I do to boost my grade?", he asked. She continued, "Well, I have a particular area of study I would like to expand, and it would require a very special person to work on it, but for that person, it could pay big rewards - perhaps a passing grade in this class. The corners of her mouth turned upward with a devilish smile and she raised her eyebrows as she looked him straight in the eye. This project would consist of an extra credit project that would help raise your grade and the more involved you get - the better it would be. You would have to put your whole-self into this project and maybe even a class presentation complete with audio-visual material would help significantly." Bernard dazed off again, and indicated he would think about it.
A couple of days later, he made another appointment to see Ms. Taft. When she opened the door, he was immediately distracted by her pure white, slightly starched blouse which was unbuttoned down far enough that he could get a glimpse of her bra. Ms. Taft noticed where his eyes were drawn to it and said, "Yes Bernard - they're 34 "B's"." Bernard was a shocked, he didn't know what to say. As he followed her back to her desk, his eyes fell to her swaying hips which were accentuated by her black leather mini skirt.
This caused an immediate reaction to his cock and he reached into his pocket to make an equipment adjustment. He tried to position his member so it had room to expand because his low cut briefs tended to make things uncomfortable when he got an erection. Ms Taft turned and offered him a seat and as she did he noticed her eyes were staring at the erection bulging in his jeans. Then she asked, "Yes Bernard, what can I help you with?"
As he sat down, he said he had thought about what she had said the other day, but didn't really know what kind of a presentation would be best and wanted her help in deciding a topic. He was hoping, if she suggested a subject (she wanted) it would help enhance his grade, and besides, it gave him another opportunity to see her again. He knew it would be awkward if he asked her out while she was teaching the class, but was hoping that once the class ended, and if he'd broken the ice, he could begin to date her.