Fux Gets Schooled - part 1
I had sat for about an hour just gathering up my nerve. You know the old saw curiosity killed the cat? Well I was about to prove it. My cock was tired and so was I but if the last room and the foot girl were so good what other delights awaited me? I could not resist. I got to my feet heavily and walked over to the doors. Only 1 and 3 were left so which to choose? Well 3 is my lucky number so I cast caution to the wind and opened the door and stepped inside.
I can say with absolute certainty that the room was nothing I had ever expected not in my wildest dreams. I had stepped into a perfect or almost perfect replica of my college classroom. Of course those are really interchangeable, consisting of rows of desks a black board and a desk or podium for the professor still..it was eery. The room was brightly lit and empty or so I thought at first. On second inspection I noticed a coed sitting in the front row. I don’t know how I missed her at first she was totally cute and had a short skirt on and white school uniform shirt and plenty of leg showing. Well, I wasn’t sure what was going on so I out of habit made my way through the desks and took a seat beside the cute young thing. I always tried to sit beside the cute young things anyway. She turned and smiled at me as if just noticing 
my approach though I am sure she had to have heard me shutting the door in the quiet room.
“Professor! What are you doing sitting there?” she asked sounding puzzled.
I looked behind me to be sure she wasn’t talking to someone else I had not noticed. No. Only me and her in this room.
“Uhh? Me?” I love my brilliant conversational skills when I am confused.
“Well of course you! Duh. Who else is in here?” she said teasing me. 
“You said meet you after class to talk about my last test grades - so here I am.”
Well ok. I wondered what I was supposed to be doing this sure did not seem anything at all like the last room I had been in.
I got up from the desk and went to the larger one at the front of the class and seated myself there feeling out of place and unsure.
The girl sitting in the seat directly across from my desk smiled at me. “Look professor, I really need this class to graduate. It is the only thing standing between me and graduating so…can’t you cut me a 
break just this one time? I will be very grateful” she added that last suggestively spreading her legs wide and that little skirt covered none of her pink pussy.
I wonder who was getting tested here. I looked at the desk and saw nothing on it at all no papers no clues. I wondered what my professors at college would say. All this in an instant. I decided to play along.
“Well I don’t know you see your last scores were very bad - uhh weren’t they? It would be against the rules to alter your scores. I am sorry.” I said this rather uncertainly not sure what the proper response was. My mind was really scattered because I was staring at her pussy spread wide for my perusal and she was very aware of it. This prize if it were a prize was turning out to be very uncomfortable for me since I did not even know the rules here.
The girl in the desk across from me did not seem unhappy or put off by my refusal to change a grade I had no idea about. Instead she just laughed a little and to my great disappointment shut her thighs cutting off my view of that sweet naked pussy. She got up and wiggled her way over to my desk bending over way further than would be normal. She gave her shoulders a little shake causing her tits to wiggle invitingly and then crossed to my side of the desk and plopped down in my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear. “Now don’t be mean to little old me. I am sure we can work something out!” With that last statement she ground her little butt on my cock giving rise to way more response than was proper in the circumstances.
“See I knew you would like that.” She giggled and wiggled in my lap a bit more. “Now can you think of anything at all you would like in return for changing my grade?”