It's your first year as a grad student at the University. Since you're new you've been stuck with the more undesirable lab teaching assignments, namely freshman Biology. One of your sections is the evening lab, which no one wanted but you've found works well with your schedule. And at least spring semester is almost over, with finals happening the following week. As you're about the start tonight's lab, one of your students raises her hand.
", are you going to let us know what our labs grades are so far?" The hand and voice belong to Ashley, a petite blonde Nursing major. She's been grade obsessed the entire semester. It can get annoying at times, but you have to admit she's a dedicated student. That, and she's incredibly cute, which doesn't hurt. She has short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She's short, just a bit over five feet tall, and petite, but has curves that you've been carefully admiring all semester. You'd guess she's a D cup and she has this firm little ass. Her boundless enthusiasm and perky attitude tell you she was probably a cheerleader in high school.
"Yeah, I'll be calling you up one at a time. I just want to get the lab started first, ok?" You give them all instructions on what they're doing tonight, getting them started, and then start to read off names.
"Karen?" You look up as you call her name and catch sight of her. Karen is what's called a non-traditional student, a woman in her early 40's. And "woman" is the only accurate word for her, especially compared to the rest of your female students. You notice how her curvy hips slowly sway as she walks up to the front of the lab. Her navy blue skirt stops just above her knees, showing off shapely, tanned calves. Black pumps click on the floor. Your eyes wander higher as she gets closer. She's wearing a white blouse that is unbuttoned enough to show off her ample cleavage. Though she's never said anything, you're fairly sure she's caught you admiring her DD breasts at least a couple times during the semester.
"So, , how did I do?" Her voice is a velvety purr as she brushes back her long, mahogany hair. There's a slight smirk on her full red lips and you get the sense she knows exactly where your eyes were. You show her her grade: 93%. She smiles and runs her left hand through her hair again, the massive diamond on her finger sparkling. "Thanks, . It's been a pleasure having you as a teacher." The sandalwood scent of her perfume lingers in the air as she walks back to her seat, her firm, full ass swaying.
You take a moment to clear your senses. "Alright, Ashley." You barely get her name out and the little blonde bursts out of her seat, practically skipping up to the front of the room. Her perky tits bounce a bit in her tight, white tank top as she does. You point out her grade on your sheet: 88%. A worried frown immediately crosses her face.
"But, , I did all the-" You raise your hand to cut her off.
"We can discuss it later, ok? I really want to get through this first so we're not all here 'til midnight." She reluctantly returns to her seat, still visibly upset.
"Ok… Is Megan here tonight?" You look out over the room and catch sight of her. The tall redhead stands and reluctantly walks up. Megan is nearly six foot tall and has a lean, athletic body. Long, wavy red hair falls past her shoulders and light freckles decorate her pale skin. Your eyes admire her firm, B-cup breasts for a brief moment and notice the metal studs of nipple piercings poking through her black shirt. Ripped jeans cling to her long, athletic legs. You hear the metal stud in her tongue clicking against her teeth nervously. You show her her grade: 46%. She gives you a slight, embarrassed nod and slips back to her seat.
"Annnnd, Emily?" A young girl in glasses raises her head, brushing her light brown hair away from her face. Emily is a high school senior taking some advanced classes through the University. She walks up to you, sandals whispering on the floor. You find yourself thinking that girls didn't look like this when you were in high school. She's wearing a tight blue t-shirt with the Superman logo on it that shows off her shapely C breasts and a short denim skirt. She presses in close to check out her grade, 99%, and you catch the soft scent of her hair.
"Cool, thanks," she says, with a soft smile and goes back to her seat. With that, you're done with the grades, so you finish up the lab and prepare to send everyone home for the night. |