College Sex Scholarship
By Melanie Falls
Student loans can be a bitch. After Beth’s older brother left college he had struggled to find a job due to the slow economy and he was in deep trouble when the loan payments became due. Beth had decided she wouldn’t be like that. One way or another she was going to leave college with a good education and no debts to pay. This was easier said than done though: working two jobs, having a full load of classes and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life was hard work. Beth really wasn’t getting the full college experience as she had to pass on all the parties and socials to work instead.
When Beth heard about the Competition she thought her prayers had been answered. It was a way to make much more money in a semester than she would be able to save working both of her jobs all year and she could have fun while she was doing it. She was close to winning, the victory felt so close she could taste its sweet flavor. She only had to do two more things to ensure the prize would be hers. The first of those things was seducing Professor Dixon.
Beth checked her reflection in the glass panel of the fire door leading into the Psychology faculty before she went through it. She flicked her black hair to get it to sit just right and then smoothed down her black skirt. She next fiddled with her perky tits, making sure her bra was giving them the most impact possible. Opening an extra few buttons on her crisp white shirt completed the look. She was sure the professor would do just as she required.
Walking down the corridor she pulled out of her bag a notice she had prepared in the computer lab before coming upstairs. “Office hours canceled due to family emergency,” was emblazoned across it in large black letters. Spitting out her bubble gum she attached it to the door and then knocked. A deep voice from the other side of the thick wood door called her in.
“Professor Dixon, I’m Beth Perkins. I’m in your Psychology 101 class. Can I talk to you?” The teacher looked up from his desk and waved her in with his hand. For someone his age, in his mid-forties she guessed, he was an attractive man. The reading glasses perched low on his nose and the severely parted hair, slightly greying on the temples, gave him an air of commanding respectability.
She carefully placed her backpack on one of the extra chairs by the door that the professor used when he had groups of students in his office and walked closer to the professor. She sat down on a small chair next to his desk.
“What is it, Beth? Have you got a question about the assignment?” he asked kindly. A lot of professors would do anything to avoid having to deal with students but Professor Dixon seemed warm and welcoming, perhaps due to the fact it was his first year here at the college.
“I’m having some problems and, well, I don’t have anybody else to talk to.” Professor Dixon spun his chair farther round to face Beth directly. “It’s just that this is my first year at college and I don’t know anyone. I’m, well, I…” Beth eyes started to well with tears.
Professor Dixon turned and started to search his desk for tissues and, when he found none, pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and passed it to Beth who demurely patted under each of her eyes.
“I shouldn’t take up you time like this. I should go,” Beth said as she stood up and started to head for the door. Still clutching the handkerchief her hand fell to the door handle. Professor Dixon leaped up and pushed on the door to keep it shut.
“No, don’t Beth. You should stay and talk about this. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Beth knew she had him now. It was straight out of Psychology 101: men love to play the gallant knight to the maiden in distress.
“It’s, well umm, I really like your class and, well, I really like you, too.” Beth didn’t make eye contact. She made a show of nervously looking around the room. “I really like you,” she said as she looked up into his eyes and touched his chest lightly with her hand. He didn’t pull away.
“I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Beth.”
“I knew you’d think I was silly.” Beth pouted as her hand quickly fell to the door handle and she started to pull on the door.
“No don’t, Beth,” he said as he reached down to put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s talk about this.”
One touch was all she needed. She reached her hand up and put it on top of his. Turing to face him she moved closer, her eyes smoldering with passion. She raised her head up to kiss him. At first he leaned his head backwards, away from her soft wet lips, but her other hand reached up to gently turn his head towards her with two slender fingers. Her kiss was long and passionate and he made no effort to get away from it.
She locked the door and reached down to feel the bulge in his pants. Under the fine material of the suit she could feel him hardening, reacting as any man would to her advances. She deftly opened his belt with one hand and reached down to open the zip. Dropping to her knees she pulled his cock free of his boxers and admired it for a moment. She was only putting the poor professor in this compromising position because of the Competition but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy herself. She would also make damn sure Professor Dixon enjoyed his indiscretion, too.
She opened her mouth to start greedily sucking on his cock, working it in and out her small mouth. She slid her tongue down the bottom of the shaft as she took the whole cock down into her mouth, pausing as she got right to the bottom to hold his erect member deep in her throat. Rolling her eyes up she could see Professor Dixon was appreciating her skilled mouth as it slurped up and down his length.
While still on her knees she unbutton her shirt and opened it at the front to reveal her perfect young tits. The professor’s hand dropped down to squeeze her right boob then he slipped his fingers inside the material of the bra to rub her hardening nipple. She helped him by pulling down the bra to reveal the whole of her chest and the two perfectly round areola of her nipples. He pinched lightly on her right one.
Beth stood and grasped the cock in her small hand and led the professor gently to his desk. She pulled her skirt up, revealing she had no panties on underneath, and perched on the edge of the desk, kicking one of her legs onto the professor’s chair and the other up into the air.