Xtra Credit

*** Damn, I hate school! I'm seriously tired of being here, but that's what I get for being a smart ass and trying to prove my father wrong. He swore up and down that I couldn't make it as a lawyer, but hey, I was doing it. At least, I was at first. Now, for some odd reason, I was slacking big time. I guess it was all the pressure of passing the bar and proving my father wrong in the process, or it could be my little distraction.

*** One of my professors just so happened to be one of the finest studs I'd ever seen in my life. Professor Warren was about six feet give or take a few inches. She had a low cut kind of like a Minnie fro because you could see a thick layer of dark curly hair. She was fair complected with smooth skin. She had these beautiful eyes; I never knew what color they would be when she walked in the room. Her body was nice and firm. It was plain to see that she was a fierce baller in her school days. Last but not least, the sexiest thing on her was her mouth. She had a smile that could light up an Atlantic City blackout, and the most full smooth lips I'd ever seen. Her lips alone were enough to make both sets of my own water.

*** This was my biggest problem. I could sit in class and study her but never my lesson. See, I was passing first semester with flying colors because then our professor was an older white lady who did more reminiscing about the old days rather than true teaching, but over the Christmas break, the old bat up and retired on us. I knew I had to get my head together and shake the hedonistic thoughts I was so often having. Graduation was nearly two months away, and I be damned if I didn't walk just because my hormones were all out of wack.

*** My grades were slowly beginning to recover, but I was still struggling a bit. One day Professor Warren asked me to stay after class to discuss my grades. I saw through the entire lesson nervous because I thought she was going to tell me to go ahead and go home because my grades were too far-gone to graduate.

*** When class was dismissed, I stayed in my seat damn near afraid to move. After everyone was gone, she sat down at her desk and called me to the front. I walked slow and timid, but when I made it to her desk I was quick to ask,

"Is there something wrong, Professor Warren?"

She smiled at me, and I almost melted.

"No, Miss Jones, actually there isn't anymore."

I know my face looked just as confused as my mind was.

"What you mean by that?"

She laughed at my sudden outburst of ghetto ness then leaned back in her chair,

"Of course, when I got here, I knew nothing about my students, but when I met you I immediately did some background work. The first thing I noticed was your sudden fall when I got here," she paused then looked up at me. I knew she could plainly see the embarrassment on my face, " When I saw this I began to watch you during class participation and during our cases and debates. Have you ever wondered why I always put you as first chair?"

"Oh, I just figured you knew I was good at what I do."

"Damn, girl you sure are modest aren't you!" Her sarcasm and quick change of tone made me smile. After her laughter subsided, she continued. "In a nutshell Miss Jones you are an extremely smart young lady, and I am proud of you for taking control of whatever it was that had a hold of you and getting your grades back on track," she passed me the most recent test paper, "congrats Miss Jones, your current grade in my class in now a "B". It took everything in me not to jump up and down screaming. I stood there in complete amazement. Her next statement was what broke my daze. "That's all I needed as far as class goes," she got up and came around her desk to where I was standing, "If you don't mine me asking, what will you be doing this weekend say…Saturday at seven o'clock?"

I looked up at her and smiled. It was a struggle, but I managed to keep my smile to minimum.

"I'll just be getting off of work."

I saw a quick flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but in a flash, there was hope again.

"What about 8:30?"

This time I couldn't control the kool-aid smile that was forcing its way to the surface.

"Well then I'll be sitting at home dressed and waiting on you to pick me up."

Her smile almost made me cream. "There goes that modesty again."

I smiled. "I try."

She laughed then wrote her number down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Call me when you're ready."

I nodded then headed out the stepping onto cloud nine.

*** My days at work were the longest I've ever had in my life. Every ten to fifteen minutes, I was pulling out my cell phone to look at the time. I clocked out at seven o'clock on the dot not even staying around to chat with my co-workers. When I made it home, I got right in the tub then prepared myself for the perilous task of finding the perfect outfit.

*** I think I may have tried on nine different combinations of outfits before I found the right one. I didn't want to be over-dressed, but in the same breath I didn't want to look like a childish schoolgirl. So, I chose some denim gauchos with a baby blue dress style tunic and matching baby blue and white flip-flops. I unwrapped my hair and curled it a little to wear it down. It took me no time to fix my make up because I never wear much. When I was done with everything I picked up the phone and called Professor Warren and realized it was almost nine. In a panic, I hurried and dialed the number. The phone rang about twice and I didn't even get a hello.

"I was beginning to think you were going to back out on me."

"No, I just got so caught up in getting ready, and I lost track of time. I've been waiting on this." My excitement took me and ran before I could catch it; I had no types of intentions of saying that. If I could have snatched it right out of the air, I would have.

"Well, I'm on my way. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting." She laughed then hung up the phone. I was a little embarrassed, but I couldn't help but laugh.

*** About ten minutes later, Professor Warren called back, and I gave her directions to my house. The instant I hung up I started having doubts, but I quickly shook the thoughts because I knew I could keep whatever we ended up having out of the classroom. Plus, I had less than a month to graduate. So, what the hell!

*** Our drive to where ever it was that she was taking me was rather quiet aside from normal small talk. We hit and missed about the weather and how our days went. We pulled up to what looked like a restaurant, but the windows were boarded up and no lights were on outside. The place looked like it had been shut down a while ago, but there were a great deal of cars out. I was extremely skeptical about being there because anything this discrete had to be some real illegal shit, and I wasn't down for going to jail; I'm not made for that.

*** The inside was much nicer than the outside, praise Moses! It was an artistic club called Lyrically Extreme. The vibe inside was off the hook. Everyone inside seemed to enjoy the many performances.

"This is really nice, Professor."

"Aight, now, if this is a date, you can't be calling me Professor like we're still in class." I smiled.

"Okay, so what's your real name?" she smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Loriel Warren. My friends call me Warren."

"Oh, my God, No! I refuse to call you Warren," she laughed.

"I hate Loriel! Please don't call me that." I looked at her then looked around.

"Aight, I'll call you Elle." She smiled then nodded.

*** We got our seats quicker than I thought we would. A few performers went by. The last one before remission was the girl singing her poem. She was good, but I felt like I could blow her right out of the water. I was still caught up in my thoughts about the last girl when Elle pulled me onto the dance floor. She didn't even give me time to protest. She was a damn good dancer. The way she moved and held on to my hips made me so moist. All the fantasies I've had about her were all coming back to me. At the end of the song, she slipped away. I saw her talking to the M.C. They dapped it up before she walked away, and I deduced they knew each other.

*** Remission was over quicker than it started, or at least, it seemed so because so because I was having so much fun. The M.C got back in his place and welcomed us back to the show. Before I could even get back comfortable, I heard my name being called to the stage. My eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. Elle reached for my hand, and I reluctantly took it. On the way to stage, she got behind me and whispered in my ear,

"I'm going to play the piano. I just want you to get on the mic and do what you feel cause I know you got something in there." I didn't say anything. I was way too nervous. I had no clue what I was going to do up there. When I realized I was on stage, my thoughts came to a complete halt. Elle started to play. Damn, she was good. I turned and watched her. I heard things like, "Go head," and "Do yo thang, Girl!" come from the audience. So, that's exactly what I did. I focused on Elle then went ahead and did my thing.

*** First my voice started as a mere hum to the melodies Elle was creating off the top of her head. Our stare got deeper and more intense, and so did her music and my melodies. I began to sing out in no particular words just humming and throwing high notes here and there. Before I knew it, it was over and the entire place was on their feet. Elle came on stood behind me wrapping her arms around my waste. We bowed together then she kissed me deep and long. The crowd got more hype, and I heard a few people yell, "That's love right there!" I pulled away from Elle, and she smiled at me. We bowed once more then exited from the stage.

*** Back at the table, things were a little quiet at first, but I broke the silence with an urgent question.

"Why me?" The question had to have taken her by surprise because she almost spit out her drink. I was trying hard to hold in my laughter. So, I just smiled.

"Excuse me," she said wiping her mouth where the liquid had fallen.

"I said why me." She finished wiping her mouth then slid closer to me.

"I've watched you and everything you do since I've gotten here. You just have this aura about you that just attracts me to you like flies to a bug light," she paused, and I laughed. When my laughter subsided, she moved my hair from my face and continued,

"You are one of the most intelligent young women I've ever met in my life, and since you're about to graduate, I want to get to know you beyond my class room." I laughed and looked at her.

"I'm loving how you put much emphases on the fact that I'm about to graduate, but I feel the same way. I've always wanted to step to you, but I didn't want people to trip on us and think we had some type of extra credit arrangement." She laughed so loud people started to stare. When she got a hold of herself, she leaned over and whispered in my ear,

"Let's go." If the heat from her breath and her voice had not hit me the way it did, I would have thought nothing about us leaving, but ooo, dayum, that's all I can say.

*** Since I lived so close to campus, we went straight to her place for some chill time. We watched a few movies talking through most of them. Then Elle did something I would have never thought of her doing. She pulled a jewelry box out of a private compartment in her entertainment center which withheld my best friend, Ms. Mary Jane. My eyes lit up!

"Damn, Proffesor say she got some of that good in in her life!" She looked at me and laughed then sat up straight in order to roll the best blunt if I do say so myself. It pulled so strong that i was gone in the matter of minutes, or maybe seconds I'm not really sure!

*** Somewhere between a puff and a pass, we got on the topic of sex. She explained to me how she was a slow and gentle lover. She liked to take her time and take care of every inch of her significant other. Then she locked eyes with me.

"I men itsn't that how most women want to be taken care of?" I nodded my head.

"Well..." I paused then looked at her, "I likes it rough!" I started rocking and slapping the air like I was slapping someone's ass. "I want you to fuck me hard! Spank my ass! Pull my hair! I'm Big Naughty! Take it! Take it! Take it!" By the time i was done clowning, Elle was laughing so hard she was in tears. I couldn't help but laugh at myself cause that good had me gone. After about five or six good minutes of laughing, I finished my thoughts. "But forreal thought, making love is all well and good when the time is right but hands down, I'm on some rough sex make it hurt so good type shit." She was staring down at the carpet then said,

"Das wassup."

*** I really don't know what came over me after that. Wait, I take that back; yes, I do! Hell, I could seem less controlling by saying it was the weed talking, but I'd be lying my ass off then too! I wanted Elle with everything I had in me. So, I dived on her with everything I had in me.

*** I started kissing all over her ripping apart the button down dress shirt she had on. She had to have been waiting on one of us to make a move because she was snatching off my clothes just as quick as I was snatching hers. In no time, we both were butt booty ass naked in the middle of the living room floor. I was a bit taken aback when I saw her body. It was absolutely flawless. She had an even tone, and everything was tight. Her stomach was so defined, I could run a river through it.

*** I started kissing her leaning against her making her lie on her back. Elle was reluctant to let me, but I began kissing, licking, and sucking all over her. Her breasts were pretty and perky as hell like she's worn a sports bra everyday of her life. So, I paid extra attention to them. Her nipples were hard as rocks; I had no problem easing them in and out of my mouth. Her body shook under mine then she allowed soft moans to escape her lips. I ran my tongue down and through every indention in her stomach. The closer I got to her pussy the more excited I got. My anticipation got the best of me. So, I spread Elle's legs and dived right into where I wanted to be.

*** Elle's pussy was soaking wet, and I sucked up every drop. I was sliding my tongue deep inside her only pulling out to suck on her clit. I could tell Elle was tyring to hold in her moans. She'd let a small one escape her lips then hold her breath. Elle's breathing quickly intensified, and just when I thought i was about to taste me some liquid Loriel, dis no good creature stopped me!

"Bring dat pussy to me!" I laughed at her forwardness and to my relief. I guess I wasn't moving fast enough because she said again, "Bring dat pussy to me! C'mon! 69! Let's get it! I want us to come together." Hearing her say that lit something up inside me so I quickly did as she asked.

*** When I felt Elle sucking on my pussy, it took me a minute to remember that I was suppose to be doing the same thing to her. Her tongue went way deeper than I thought it could. She was licking tha pussy so good she had my fingers aching! Once I got back in my right frame of mine, I went back to work on Elle's sweetness, but not long after, she cut me short.

"Don't worry about me. I want you to ride my face." Once again I obeyed her wishes and raised up placing my pussy directly over her face. Elle had her tongue ready. So, when I lowered myself it went deep inside me. I bounced up and down on her while she held my hips. My moans had become louder than the music that was playing in the room. Just when I freaking knew i was about to bust the greatest nut in rainbow history, Elle stopped and let me go.

"Noooo, why did you stop?" She got up and began walking to her bedroom.

"Just wait," she answered. That wasn't good enough for me so I got up and followed her.

"But, Elle, I was just about to cum," I whinned again. She looked at me and grinned.

"I know." Elle was talking to me from over her shoulders as if she was hiding something from me. At this point I didn't care what it was. I jus wanted to get my nut!

"C'mon Elle," I began to whine but she cut me off. Elle turned and pushed me on the bed.

"Oh, I'm bout to make you come!" I was trully stunned by her change of attitude, but I can't lie; it did make me MAAAD hornier!!

*** Elle walked over to me and pushed me onto my knees and I got a glimpse of it, The Purple Stuff. It was a big fat purple strap and Elle was looking at me like she was ready to put it to good use.

*** Doggy style has always been my most favoritest positions in the whole wide world! So, I was ready! Face down! Ass up! Back bent! Its just something about that position that allows parts of the pussy to be hit that you just can't get to no other way. So, needless to say i was amd excited that she was about to put it down!

*** Her first attempt to put it in was interupted by me sliding down to my stomach. Elle laughed at me and asked,

"What is you doing?" Damn she got street real quick.

"I'm sorry, but it's gone hurt." I don't know which she was laughing more at my comment or the look on my face. Either way, she bent down and kissed me on my cheek, and assured me that she wasn't going to hurt me. I trusted her, and I really wanted this. So, I sucked it up and got back in my rightful position.

*** When she tried to enter me again, I flenched a little, but I took it all like a G as she eased it inside me. I didn't realize how big the strap really was until it was all in. I must admit; at first, it hurt a little bit, but once I loosened up, it was on!

*** Elle started off making long, slow, deep strokes. She held tight onto my hips as I rocked backand forth meeting her rhythm. She quickly cut my movement short. Elle wrapped her arms around my waste and began to go harder and faster. My moans weren't just echoing through the room. They were actually more like echoing through the house. Elle was fucking me so right I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. At one time, I had my face down on the bed and was holding on to the sheets for dear life. Within the next few minutes I was throwing my ass back while I was biting on the sheets hard enough to tear straight through them. Elle slowed down again making her long slow strokes. She grabbed my shoulders pulling me back on her strap as far as I could go. That touched something deep inside me. My body got weak, but I could only fall to my elbows.

*** Elle quickened her pace. Again, stroking me deep and hard. My moans could now be classified as screams. I could feel my entire body tightenting up about to let go of everything I had in me. I was weaker by the second. Not knowing what else to do, I burried my head completely under the covers. I wasn't long after I let go. I raised my head arched my back and screamed! I came so hard; I think I lost sight for a few seconds, but that didn't slow Elle down. She made it apparent that she wasn't going to stop until she was ready to stop. She didn't even take off any of the edge. She just went faster and harder, and my screams got harder and louder. She made me remember studs gotta get their nut too. I felt her tense up as she held on to me. Her moans almost out matched mine. Damn, she had a sexy ass moan! I guess i was too caught up to realize it before. It took her a minute to come off her high, and when she did, she took off her strap and threw it on the floor. She laid down beside me and held me until we both fell asleep.

*** The next few weeks in class were picture perfect. We acted as if we didn't even know eachother outside of the classroom. By graduation, neither one of us cared who knew, and when people would ask stupid questions like was I workinf for extra points, I'd just smile at them and say yes. Because in actuality, I was getting all the points I needed in her life!