The only way I [F] could pass his [M] class

Back in my freshmen year of college, I had the toughest, most hard ass biology teacher in the entire school. He would spit lectures every single class and if we memorize what he said word for word, we could accept the failing grade right there. We couldn’t ask him questions and all of his work was original, so we couldn’t look up answers either. Science is also not my strong suit, so I knew I was in for a tough year.

I’m kind of a kiss ass in school, but it helps me get along with my teachers, so I knew I had to figure out what my bio teacher liked, and hopefully I could stay on his good side and somehow pass his class. Over the first two months of school, I made small talk with him and actually found out we had some similarities. I hated him and despised his class, but we bonded. There were a couple rumors that past students of his had sex with him to get a passing grade, I never found out if that was true or not, but I decided to seize the opportunity.

Whenever I was available, I came to his class during break, sat on the desk in front of his chair and discussed random things with him to get him to like me. I would wear low cut shirts for block days with him and always bent over lab tables whenever he was near me. I could tell he was always watching me.

He started asking me to come help him during lunch and sometimes after school, and I was glad to help. It wasn’t much, just organizing papers and cleaning tables, easy stuff I would do while he watched my young body from behind his desk, his right hand always finding its way down to his crotch. It honestly got me very wet, even though I hated this man with every inch of myself.

One time after school when I was helping him organize his drawers, I was bent over wearing a tiny skirt and a thong for maybe 5 minutes. He stood behind me the entire time, only an inch away from me. I swear he rubbed his erection against my bare ass, but I didn’t say anything because I needed the credit and I was getting fairly turned on. I stayed bent over for a little longer, my wet thong peaking out for him to see. I heard him moan, but quickly he closed his mouth and told me that I needed to leave. I stood up, grabbed my backpack, then shook his hand before I left. I stared into his eyes while I shook his hand, then down at his tented pants, then walked away out of his class with my ass hanging out of my skirt.

Another particularly interesting story with this teacher happened before a school day. I was wearing a white v neck t shirt and no bra (classic, right?). I went to his classroom before school started to grab some stuff I had left the class before. He asked me to help him set up some chemicals for his next class, and I said yes but I had to be quick. I was running around his classroom holding beakers and bottles of strange substances, when I tripped and spilt the chemical all over my chest. The teacher ran over to me and told me it wasn’t harmful, but still said I should clean it off ASAP. He brought me some towels and started rubbing my chest, when he realized he was touching a barely legal student. He jumped back and put the towels in my hand. I started dabbing my soaked and sticky tits with his towel, while he stood 4 feet away from me, watching me. My hard nipples poked through my shirt, and his cock was bursting at his zipper. I ended up just putting a jacket on for the rest of the day, but took it off for his class so he would be reminded of what happened earlier that morning.

We never got further than anything like that, which I was fine with. I ended up getting a B+ in his class, which I was very proud of lol and very worth it. I would go home and masturbate to him almost every day. I’m still curious as to what’s behind his khaki pants he wore every day. Guess I’ll never know.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibumct/the_only_way_i_f_could_pass_his_m_class