Chapter 24: Teacher’s Pet

If you can’t seduce them, if they won’t accept you as a suitable suitor, won’t allow you even a glimmer of hope, your only option is to shock them into becoming aware of you. My sorority sisters tolerate me as a little brother, always underfoot, but useful to tease.

Mei and Johnny have a cute baby girl named Ling, five months old now. The four lane highway is complete where my properties are and construction is now continuing five miles further south.

I’m hopeful of surviving my first year at college by the skin of my teeth and with the help of my friends. Exams are this week, and next week begins spring break. After spring break, the third quarter begins. That is the final quarter and finishes my frosh year. If I can get my grade point average up a point. It’s a wee bit depressed.

Last bit of news! Finance documents are ready for signing this week, and only last minute odds and ends and cleanup and the truck-stop is completed. I prefer to wait till the last bit of debris goes in the trash before signing. If it occurs next week during spring break, it’s better for me Shell wants the closing this week, in the middle of exams. My Economics exam the same day Shell scheduled closing. I can’t afford to flunk economics, I’m a business major, but neither can I afford to miss the closing. I need a makeup exam. I’ll ask my Prof.

Nope, no makeup exam for me. At the appointed time, be there or be square. I’m squarely in the wringer. An early morning signing?

Shell cuts me the slack and we sign on truck-stop counter top at nine am. I’m a millionaire. Debtor.

It’s a race to drive the hundred miles to the university and get there before the exam is over. The state trooper is unsympathetic and keeps me dawdling, sweating and fretting nearly an hour before presenting me the speeding citation, and allowing me to be on my way.

Late!

Too goddamn late. Exam is over and I’m failing first year economics. Might as well quit school and enlist. Why wait to be drafted? Only postpones the inevitable.

“Professor Moore? One minute please?”

She’s leaving the empty exam room and heading out the door for her car.

“Well, Ricky. Your priorities today didn’t include the economics exam, obviously.”

“Here is my exam professor!”

It’s a bold arrogant gambit, but what have I to lose? I’m already in the toilet. This is my only ladder for escape, if she will let me. Passing her my copies of the Shell deal, I study her face for a reaction. Old poker face Moore doesn’t blink an eye, just unlocks the exam room door, ushers me in, and locks the door behind us.

Reading slowly through the five page document and re-reading certain clauses, she finally looks up at me over the top of her glasses.

“This? This is your excuse for missing the exam?”

“Yes ma-am, but what I’m asking for is, accept this as my practical examination. My success in actually applying the principles you taught us. It’s a far more pertinent display of my grasp of the concepts than quoting you in a test essay. Don’t you agree? Please?”

“This is big business, Ricky. Very big. Is this your first venture into business?”

“No ma-am. Not hardly. I wouldn’t have this opportunity if I haven’t already proven myself. I own eleven other successful businesses, and I built each from the ground up myself. All are in the black, all produce at least some income.”

“Maybe you feel you should teach the class?”

“I wouldn’t presume, Professor.”

“How old are you Rick?” Rick? Not Ricky? Is that respect? Please?

“Eighteen and a half, Professor Moore.”

“Honestly? As a practical examination, I would mark this A plus.”

She steps closer to me, removes her glasses, and fiddles with the buttond on my button down collar.

“Can you think of a reason why I should accept this as your exam?”

Well, I’ll be hornswoggled, the old cougar is hitting on me!

Slipping an arm about her thick waist, I lean in and smooch her on her sticky red lipstick overly rouged plump lips. Sexy lips.

“If I had an A in economics, it would certainly be cause to celebrate. In anticipation of an A, may I invite you to accompany me to my nearby second home, to celebrate with me?”

Professor Moore is fortyish, thin fluffy pinkish hair, bright green eyes, and stout. Heavy butt and bosom and a bit thick in the middle. Milly is fatter and heavier and I enjoy fucking Milly tremendously. Ms Moore is probably a good lay, I’ll wager. I’d fuck her just for fun!

“I’m not a whore or a gigolo, Ms Moore. Don’t mistake a social engagement for an attempted bribe. I believe I’ve earned an A, and I believe you think I’ve earned an A. Further more, you are a very sexy woman. Very! The pheromones are pouring off of you and I’m receiving loud and clear. Run your hand over my left thigh and discover the true state of affairs. Will you be my guest for dinner? I iimagine you as the entree.”

I lick my lips most suggestively and she explores and discovers my erection with great delight.

“Oh, my, yes. You do want me! I’m delighted to accept. My pleasure!”

“Both our pleasures, Professor. Both.”

She left her car in the faculty parking lot, and I drove us in the Nomad. She admires my car and my taste. And me, I dare say.

My house-mates are shocked to see Professor Moore walk in. Professor Moore is amused I live with five sorority sisters, and I can almost hear her gears grinding this grist, imagining our relationships.