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STRAIGHT A STUDENT
Straight A Student
Copyright © 2013 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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“I will do anything to make an A in your class.”
Eighteen-year-old Holly is failing physics. Her sexy teacher, Mr. Edwards, is happy to tutor her, but when she bombs her test she realizes that studying by itself isn’t going to be enough. She’s going to have to work a lot harder if she wants to get her ‘A’ in his class.
Holly is still a virgin and intends to stay that way, but Mr. Edwards agrees to pass her—if she’ll give him every other part of her body and do every filthy thing he asks of her. Just how far is Holly willing to go to make the grade? Everyone knows what ‘A’ stands for, but is Holly ready to give him her forbidden back door for the very first time?
Straight A Student
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HOLLY HUDDLED INTO HER CHAIR with a feeling of dread as Mr. Edwards stalked between the rows of desks, slapping his students’ tests down in front of them one by one with an air of disgust he made no attempt to hide. She liked Mr. Edwards because he had a sense of humor and was still young enough to be able to relate to his students. He was also seriously hot, and generally she enjoyed it when he walked by—he always wore jeans, and the nice bulge in front and the way they clung snugly against his ass never failed to send warm shivers down her spine. Today, though, her grade was going to be ugly and she would just as soon he skipped her aisle. Last nine weeks she had fought and clawed her way to a B. This nine weeks she had slacked off, and she was about to pay for it.
Her test smacked down onto her desk with the finality of a blade from the guillotines they had just finished reading about in her world history class, bloody with red ink. She saw her score and closed her eyes with a heartfelt moan. A twenty, and the test counted for a fourth of her grade. She worked out the math and quickly discovered that there was no way she could make an A in the class. Even if she got straight A’s on every assignment until Christmas break the best she could hope for was a B, which might be high enough to pull her overall average up as long as she busted it all spring to keep her grades maxed out.
Which all added up to a bunch of maybes and she hated to depend on that. All it would take was one single screw-up and she could kiss her merit scholarship goodbye. She kicked herself for signing up for physics instead of chemistry—all because the schedule let her take theater again. Everyone said the chemistry teacher was a pushover and it would have been an easy A, but she had been determined to take theater her senior year when she had a better shot at lead in the plays she loved so much.
“I’m extremely disappointed,” Mr. Edwards said as he returned to the front of the room and sat on the corner of his desk, sweeping the room with icy blue eyes. “We’ve been over and over this material, and there’s no excuse at all for these grades. The next test is in two weeks, and you’ve got until then to get your acts together. If I see another set of grades like this I’m going to double up on your homework.”
A low, discontented rumble rose from the students around her, but Holly bit her lip and stayed quiet. She knew that she had no one to blame but herself since she had spent all of her time at theater and choir practices rather than studying physics.
The bell rang, and Mr. Edwards waved a hand towards the door. “That’s it. Get out of here.”
Holly remained seated until everyone else had shuffled out then walked up to her teacher’s desk. It was his off period, so she could talk to him alone.
“What is it, Holly?” His voice sounded tired now, rather than angry. Disappointed.
“I was wondering if there was any way I could retake the test?”
He shook his head firmly. “Sorry. You know I don’t allow retakes. I’ve said that since the day the semester started.”
“Yeah.” The first sting of tears burned in her eyes as it sank in that she might have really messed up, and she swallowed hard.
He saw her choking up and his expression softened. “If you work hard you can still make a B. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Mr. Edwards, you don’t understand. I need an A.”
“I can’t give you one.”