My freshman year went pretty well, I’d lost my virginity, been introduced to group sex, and gone to Ft. Lauderdale for an X-rated spring break. I was doing well in my class work, too, having made the dean’s list my first semester and expected to the second.

But, I over-slept on the morning of my sociology exam and arrived over an hour late for the three hour final. My heart sank because my professor had a reputation of being Mister By-the-Rules. And, the rules were, you turn in your assignments on schedule and you take your exams on schedule or you get an F. No makeups. No excuses. When time expired, I’d only completed about two thirds of the exam.

I went to see my professor to plead my case. He held to his position - getting to the exam on time was my responsibility. I hadn’t so I had to pay the price. I begged and pleaded but didn’t budge him. Realizing I’d probably failed a course I expected an A in; I broke down and began to cry. My professor told me to get a grip on myself but I simply sobbed uncontrollably.

He put his hand on my shoulder and asked how it would look if he let me retake the exam? I sobbed that I wouldn’t tell anyone if he just gave me an hour to finish it. He insisted I would. I sobbed and he whispered that he knew a way he could give me the extra time and guarantee I wouldn’t tell anyone. He told me if I wanted the extra hour to show up at room 12 at motel-6, about 4 miles from the campus. I suspected my professor thought I’d remain silent if I had to “put out” for him.

He was pretty good looking and I didn’t mind a little extra curricular sex, if it meant that I could repair my grade. I prepared for my final by really dolling myself up. I wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself. and that I got my extra hour. When I knocked on the motel room door, my professor opened it and let me in. I was surprised to find a girl named Melissa from my dorm who’d been having trouble in his class sitting on the bed. She was apprehensive.

He said he and his friends wanted to watch us make out. He asked if we could do that. Melissa started to shake her head no, but stopped when he reminded her that she’d fail his course if she didn’t. Now Melissa was one really hot looking woman. She was about 5’4” with long blonde hair down to her ass and a really nice figure with D cup boobs. My pussy started to get wet thinking of getting a chance to go down on her.

Soon, four guys arrived and we were told to strip and start making out. I put my arms around Melissa to hug and kiss her. She whispered that she’d never done anything like this before. I asked her what choice we had and told her to think of me as her boyfriend. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and began to run my hands over her back and down her curvy ass. I brought them back up under her top and unhooked her bra.