Being a Teaching Assistant throughout my graduate degree years gave me plenty of opportunities to engage the younger college girls. Of course, I was very professional, and never excepted anything from them in return for grades. Well, with one exception. Julia was the one girl that broke me down; more tricked me than anything. Early in my teaching career, I took a very strong stance against any favors. On several occassions, ditzy girls came in and flirted and asked very nicely for grade changes. Some even went to far as to uncross their legs for me. Each time I could see it coming and was prepared to answer with a firm no. Julia was different. She was a much more cunning girl. In fact, I actually called Julia to my office after class one thursday afternoon. Julia came to every class, got great grades on the quizzes and tests, but none of her homeworks were complete. I had a huge issue on my hands. Homework was a decent part of her grade, so she was looking at receiving a C in my class, but I know she really deserved an A. I called her into my office to talk about what is really going on. 

Julia walked into my office very confidently. Her clothing was conservative and she acted appropriately. She explained she studied hard for the class, understood the material, but her network speeds in her dorm room were really slow, so the homework took a really long time to complete. Having multiple classes, she just wasn't able to complete it on time with the slow network speeds. She also said the IT guys came a few times to look at it, but were never able to figure out the cause. I decided to help her out, and see if I could figure out the cause of the issue. We agreed that I would visit her dorm room later in the day when her suitemates were there. Of course, I wasn't going to come there if we were all alone. It turns out Julia is a very smart girl, and her brilliant plan was coming together. Later that day, I visit her dorm room. She opens the door wearing a tank top and some tight fitting jeans. Still I have no idea I'm being played. I still expect to come into her room, fix her internet, then get out. After a quick conversation about her suite mates coming back soon, I walk around and test with my laptop. The speed doesn't seem to be an issue at alll. I ask her to load up her own laptop and sit where she normally sits. Perhaps its something on her laptop, or in the location she normally works. I move around the room looking for a weakspot in the connection. I dont realize her locking the door and slipping into the bottom bunk of the beds, lifting up her shirt and slipping her jeans down. 

I fumble around the room for a few moments beforw turning to Julia spread out on her bed. I'm completely surprised at her laying there. I'm completely unprepared to flat out refuse her. My eyes look over her body, her smile, her black lacy bra, and her adorable polka dots on her panties. My mind looses focus of anything else and looks at Julia. She requests I come a little closer. She encourages me forward some more as she slips he panties and jeans past her ankles. I blank out and think of nothing else. My eyes trace up her ankles to her smooth legs. I follow her legs, seeing nothing but skin up to her breasts. As I slowly approach her, her bra unsnaps, and her shirt is pulled over her head. She has me right where she wants me, and I'm oblivious to it. She inches closer to me, grabs my tie, and starts to unbutton my shirt. She kisses my neck and gently whispers into my ear.. I really need that A. I dont care what she said at the time, I was hard as a rock already and I wanted her bad. It didn't register in my brain what she was doing at the time, only after debriefing later in my journal did I remember what she said and realized she played me. I untie my tie and slip my shirt off. She seductively rolls over and waits me me on all fours..