Making The Grade Pt. 1

Making The Grade
by LindsayO©
I have brought this story over from another site…enjoy!


Sitting at her desk in the back row of her Advanced Calculus class, Hilary is hiding behind her text book and a bottle of Iced Tea nail polish. This is the most boring class she has ever had to sleep through. When will she ever need calculus to get her through a psychology exam.

She has wanted to be a psychiatrist for five years and finally, in six months, high school would be over and she would be off to college. Of course, she would have to give up cheerleading and tennis practice. It was a small price to pay to be on her own. University. No more curfews or chores, and no more pathetic high school boys trying to get a feel up her panties every Friday night. She was saving that special moment for a college guy who knew how to do it right!

The bell rings. She only has twenty minutes to get changed and get down to the field. She was late yesterday and her coach threw a royal fit.

“Just a moment, Miss Jennings. I’d like to have a word with you.”

“Mr. Fox, I’m late for practice,” she called to her teacher.

“I’m afraid it will have to wait, how long is up to you…you’re aware that your performance in this class has not been up to par. Especially for the grade you will need to pass your entrance exams.”

“I really need to get down to the field. Couldn’t we talk about this tomorrow?”

“I’ll make you a deal Hilary…go to practice and be back here in this classroom no later that five o’clock and we’ll see if we can figure out a way to bring that grade up.”

“Thanks Mr. Fox…you’re a doll. Be back at five.”

Practice was grueling today, Coach Burns never shut up about the competition at state next month.

“Shit!”

“What’s the matter, Hil…”

“Damn it, I’m late for a meeting…I’ll talk to you tomorrow, gotta run.”

Panting and perspiring, Hilary knocks on Mr. Fox’s door with thirty seconds to spare.

“Come in Miss Jennings.”

“I’m sorry. Practice ran late today.”

“No problem. Take a seat. Didn’t have time to change, I see.”

“No, I’m a little sweaty, I didn’t have time to shower first.”

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s just get down to business. I am sorry to say that there is virtually no way for you to improve your grade in the six months we have left together.”

“What am I going to do? You said we’d try and figure out a way to pass me.”

“And we will. I’ve already thought of one way…but before I tell you, I’d like you to take the elastic out of your hair. You have the most beautiful strawberry hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Mr. Fox…”

“Miss Jennings, trust me when I say that I am not kidding. You will fail this course. You will not be accepted into any college. What will your parents think? Now tell me…is it all really worth it? One favor in exchange for another. Let’s both be adults about this.”

“Mr. Fox…I can’t do what I think you’re asking for…”

“At this point, Hilary, you have no choice. Now, let’s see you take out the elastic.”

Hilary looks around to realize that the shade has been pulled on the door to the room. It’s after five o’clock. Everyone has gone home. How could she have been so stupid. She should have seen this coming a mile away. But Mr. Fox is right. She’ll never pass the exam if she doesn’t get this class. She pulls the red elastic from her hair, even though she has never been more scared in her life.

“That’s so much better. Come over here beside me…let me smell it.”

He roughly takes a fistful of Hilary’s hair and raises it to his nose. Hilary can’t hide a shiver that runs down her spine. It was bad enough to be pawed by her boyfriend, but to have this forty-five year old man running his fingers through her hair and up her back was making her sick.

Mr. Fox wasn’t all that bad looking but he was creepy just the same. He had really weird eyes and he was almost bald.

In a fluid gesture, he rises from his chair and lifts Hilary up and sets her to rest atop his spotless desk.

“Now let’s see what you’ve got under here…” he says as he pops the top button of her work-out shirt.

“Please, no, don’t touch me…Oh God no…”

He wastes no time undoing the rest and completely removing her shirt.