Taught by the Students

[sfaigon]

Taught by the Students(closed for nerdystud)

Lara Mathews stroked a hand through her long, straight hair and sighed dejectedly. She blew a few stray strands of platinum blond hair away from her face with slight frustration. She frowned as her mind followed along the paths of her childhood. With her pretty face, long legs, perky B cup breasts, and thin but curvy frame, she could have been a model or even supermodel if it wasn't for the fact that she was only 5'4! That plus the fact that her parents were very strict in her upbringing didn't help her situation one bit.

So the young blond threw herself into her studies, forgoing the luxuries of friends and fun for the comfort and educational benefits of numerous books. She had been a late bloomer and was rejected repeatedly during her teenage years. After a few years trying to live the lives of so many of her classmates, she finally decided to focus on her studies. After a few months from her decision, she had finally started to mature, developing beauty, lovely in both feature and form, in which her classmates envied her. Boys started to notice her and she received numerous invitations to parties, the movie theater, etc... But she had grown in her resolve to be better than all of them academically, graduating high school at the top of her class at the age of only 16. She went on to college and never looked back.

Now, at 25, she was already an English professor at the college she graduated from not 2 years ago! Her career had gone swimmingly for the first few weeks, but the pressure and expectations demanded of her soon tired her. Now at the semester mark, Lara was looking forward to the holidays and Christmas break.

She looked at her roll and realized that she was on the verge of failing a group of students. What did I do wrong? What didn't I do to help them? The petite young blond teacher found herself thinking quite often. There was a young man in particular. Lara found it quite peculiar that such an intelligent man could be failing her class.

She had caught herself giving him sneaky glances throughout class and in the hallways. There was just something about him that spoke of power, even more so than those that came from old money.

 

[nerdystud]

Jon Hayes had better things to do with his time than be a proper little good student. He had won an academic scholarship without studying a day in High School, and college had seemed little different. Some of his professors saw his potential, and graded him according to that. Some he had to badger a little, but since he had badly embarrassed Professor Dee in his Math class, he hardly had to bother anymore. It didn't matter that he didn't earn the As he got, as long as everyone knew he was capable.

The only holdout was Matthews, the young English professor. He had signed up for her class after reading an article about her from the paper. She was exactly what he was looking for, pretty, intelligent, but oh-so-vulnerable. Her bio didn't spell it out, but it had all the clues he needed. So far, she had failed him on everything. He hadn't given her a choice. He hadn't just coasted, he had actually made an effort to turn in absolute crap work. He had still given her his superior smile, and the arrogant glance now and then, and he could feel her responding to it.

She was brilliant, he was sure, but she had no sense of people. All her life had been spent with her nose in a book, and whether she was smarter than he or vice-versa didn't make a difference, because this was not a contest of academics. This was different, and she didn't even know she was being chased. Jon dressed carefully for their meeting, conservatively. Nicely. She would think he was nice.

Midterms were coming up, and he could handle a C without risking his scholarship, but not an F. An F would mean a hearing, and academic probation, and actually having to play the game like the other students. That wouldn't do at all. He had signed up for an appointment at the end of her office hours, and he brought the books they had been reading in class. He had bought them on the way to her office, true, but it was a sign.

"Miss Matthews," he said, slouching into a cushy armchair. It was a nice office, and he wondered if a career in academics was for him. He put his wounded puppy face on when he turned to her.

"I know I've been fucking up," he said. "It's just ... I'm having a hard time getting used to college. I know it's late, but I really need to bring my grade up by midterms."

He put a cup on her desk. He continued his nervous babble. "Soy latte, right? That's what the guy at the coffee shop said you drank. I wanted to show you I was serious about turning this around."

He wanted her to drink it, because of the little additive he had put in. It was a mixture of coke, opium and X that he had used on girls before. Not strong enough that they'd feel drugged, but enough to make them high and happy, and especially touchy. It was also powerfully addictive. He sipped his own coffee, and went on with his inane drivel.

"I talked to my academic advisor," he said, letting out a sigh, as if this were at last the point. "He said I should meet with you daily, set goals to make up the work I missed and the ... inadequate work I handed in. If I miss one day, then you can say no, but please, can't you give me this one chance?"

 

[sfaigon]

Lara had been writing in her journal when a student knocked on her door.

"Miss Matthews" She looked up at the young man when he walked into her office. She glanced at her planner and saw the appointment he had made at 6:15pm. After looking at the clock, a scowl came onto her face. It was nearing seven o'clock.

"Usually when you make an appointment..." The young professor paused and looked across her desk at him. "You arrive on time."

Her lips were in a straight line as she listened to him. Normally she would have scolded him that it was his fault. But something about this kid made her feel inclined to listen to him.

Lara leaned forward and picked up the steaming cup he had placed on her desk. Taking a sniff of the delicious concoction, she smiled at the sweet smell of soymilk and coffee. Holding in gingerly between her small hands, she took a sip.

Her demeanor changed slightly as the warmth entered her stomach. She placed the cup on her desk and listened as he continued with his explanation.

"Wait a second, let me stop you there." She held up an open palm and leaned forward slightly.

"Normally, it would be the students' responsibilities to keep up with their work. I usually make it my policy not to give out extra credit assignments. I made it pretty clear in the syllabus, did I not?" The young blonde raised a fine eyebrow. That light scowl made its way back to her face before softening back into her usual dimpled smile.

"But I'll make you an exception. Yes, I'll definitely help you." She went on to tell him about the merits of being a good student before stopping to take a sip of her latte.

The warmth from the drink seemed to travel through her body, sending a tingle from her scalp to her toes. She didn't think too much of it before she felt a strange unfamiliar tug at the pit of her stomach. Shifting in her seat somewhat uncomfortably she looked over at Jon.

"Jon... Here's what we should do." Her expression softened somewhat.

"I'll give you until midterms to turn in your work. Is there anything that you don't understand that you want to work out right now?"

Her stomach grumbled at the end of her sentence, sending a blush through her cheeks.

"You'll have to excuse me. I'm a little hungry." She took another sip of the soy latte, feeling warmer. She looked up at him to clear her mind before taking another sip of her drink, feeling even warmer throughout her body.

Lara was blushing furiously by now and cleared her throat.

"Ahem, I'm sorry. I don't feel too well for some reason. I must be sick." The small blond woman fake-coughed a few times as a smile made its way to her face.

 

[nerdystud]

Jon smiled as she spoke, watching her blush and stumble over her words. He knew he wasn't a bad looking guy, at 6'3" and an even 200lbs he was trim, though he didn't carve himself up like the gym rats. He had dark hair that fell across his eyes and a smile some girls called dangerous. He wasn't so good looking that he would throw anyone that far off balance, and he hadn't really turned on the charm. It would seem that his concoction was doing its job, and he stood up, looking down on her, smiling his knowing smile.

"You feel fine," he said, a touch of disdain creeping into his voice. "You're just afraid of what you're wanting." He reached up and ran a finger along her jaw, to her chin. He brought his fingertip up and traced the shape of her lips. "You're such a beautiful woman, Lara. You shouldn't hide behind all these books. You shouldn't be alone. A body like yours is wasted if it isn't being used. I can give you what you need."

He spoke low, intimate, and leaned in close as his fingers caressed her neck, teasing her softly. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants as he watched the brilliant, beautiful woman falling under his spell. Jon had discovered sex like most boys, awkwardly and recklessly, but by the time he had reached his senior year, he knew two things that were absolute certainties. The first was that nothing aroused him like a woman's surrender, and the second was that most women were far more sexual than they ever admitted. Miss Matthews just needed an excuse, a reason she could say it wasn't her fault, and she'd be the biggest whore in the state. He was going to give her that excuse, soon.

"When was the last time you got fucked, Miss Matthews?" he whispered, letting his hand slip lower, teasing the top of her breast. "Do you even remember?"