5ft1 / 155DD Arabella

When Arabella knocked on your office door that afternoon, you couldn’t help but think that you’d seen pornos start just like this. It was her first semester, she was across the country from her old life and was partying like no other. And her classes were suffering. Midterms had come and her grades were tanking. You can’t imagine her parents were going to be very happy when she flunked out on her first try. You weren’t surprised to see her at your office door that day, after class.

The porn scenario played itself out. She pleaded, I can’t fail, my parents will disown me, please help, and so on. You’ve heard this before; plenty of students have tried out their best sob stories in order to get a little lenience, and the pretty girls, like Arabella, always tried to flirt. Arabella might have been flirting a bit, but this time, she also seemed sincere. Sincere enough to break down your resistance. You could tell she really wanted to turn her grades around, so you told her she could stay after class for personal lessons. You had two months to bring her grades up. This is why you were here, to make a difference.

During those two months you saw real improvement in Arabella’s schoolwork. You also got to know her fairly well. She did like to party and sometimes she came in smelling of weed, but she was a normal, decent person. She had a good sense of humor – it made the dry subject matter more palatable, for sure. And you couldn’t beat the view; she’s a beautiful brunette, with full lips and an hourglass figure, full double D boobs, tiny waist, bubble butt. There’s nothing wrong with looking! And maybe there was a little attraction happening. You’re not awful looking, after all. And everyone is an adult here, it wouldn’t be completely terrible if something happened.

The day before the final exam, Arabella stayed after class for the last time. Tomorrow, she’d take her exam, the class would be over, and she’d move on. Today something was different – Arabella was dressed in this incredibly sexy schoolgirl number. Tiny top, barely containing her considerable chest, short gingham skirt with just a hint of garter underneath. You give her an obvious once over and let out a low whistle. She sits on the corner of your desk. “I just want to thank you for all your help, you’ve been so wonderful to me,” she says. She plays with the top button on her blouse. She unhooks the button. She leans in close to you, her mouth an inch from your ear. You feel a hot rush of air as she exhales. “Can you help me with my clothes?” she asks.