What Does 'Indecent Grades' Mean In College Slang?

“Applologize to daddy….” Dante muttered softly into her ear and Elena quivered her pussy waiting to be filled by his cock. “I am sorry for being a bad girl Daddy... Please take me.” she cried sexually frustrated. After bumping into a stranger unapologetically and flaring up instead of apologizing, Elena meets with the consequences of her action a week after the resumption. Their physiology teacher has just been changed and Elema being the class representative was assigned to submit some paperwork to the new professor, not only did she barge in to meet him wanking off, he turned out to be the man she had unapologetically humiliated the other day at the mall he sent her out of his office promising to make her pay in all ways possible. He makes her pay for her action by offering her a C instead of the usual A and the only way to change his mind is to sleep with him, after one sexual action, both professor and student have neglected the rules by drenching themselves in the taboo act unable to resist the sexual desire that existed between them. With so many obstacles hoping to rip them apart what becomes of them when Elena finds out that there is more to Dante than being just a professor.

Step into sin…. Behind closed doors, desire has no rules. The forbidden stepfather who can’t keep his hands to himself. The older man who teaches her lessons no classroom ever could. The roommate whose touch ignites something neither of them can name. The rival who becomes the one person she can’t stop wanting. This is college, but not the way anyone warned you about. Welcome to the darkest, wettest, most sinfully intoxicating collection of desires you’ve ever read. These aren’t love stories. They’re hunger stories. And once you start, you won’t stop until you’re completely undone. Drip. By. Drip.

He fucked her so deep she forgot everything–her name, her job, the fact that he was her student and the fact that Melvin was somewhere in this city looking for her with seven years of rage in his chest but none of it mattered when Elroy had her like this. Elroy Vans is twenty three and rich. He does not ask, he takes, bends her over, pulls her hair, fucks her until she is sobbing, cumming, scratching his back bloody and begging for more. She is his professor who soaks through her panties grading his papers Now she cannot think straight or sleep or stop crawling back to his bed like she has no sense left in her body. Melvin is close and angry but she is too busy cumming to care. How do you choose between the man destroying you and the one who fucks you like he wants to save you even if it's forbidden?

His hand was still warm on the small of my back when I found the lanyard in his jacket pocket. Bad idea. ..The best mistake of my life..and I didn’t even know his name. The lights were dim. Two drinks in, his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as his hands explored under my dress . He pressed me against the wall and touched me until I trembled, whispering how ready I was for him. I went home with a stranger that night because I was tired of being the perfect student with the flawless GPA. I wanted to feel alive. I wanted to be ruined. Monday morning, that same stranger stepped into my lecture hall and called my name like he hadn’t spent the weekend deep inside me. Professor Daniel Calder. My only elective..the one class standing between me and the future I’ve spent years building. I can’t drop it. I can’t escape him. And every time he leans over my desk to mark my work, I remember exactly how those hands felt on my body. He promised we’d keep it professional. Open doors. Daylight distance. That lasted until the first time he locked his office door after hours, bent me over his desk, and took me hard and deep, his hand covering my mouth to muffle my moans. Now at nights I'm to be reading.. his mouth between my thighs until I’m shaking, urgent encounters against bookshelves, and the constant thrill of almost getting caught. His marks on my papers in red ink. His marks on my skin in the dark. He’s my professor. I’m his student. He’s off-limits. I’m supposed to know better. Neither of us can stop.

My deskmate, Sierra Langford, handed me a throat lozenge. I turned around and melted it into the school cafeteria’s "Top Scholar Soup", letting all four thousand students share a taste. Because this time, I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, Sierra had a system that could steal other people’s exam scores. As long as I ate something from her, my grades would automatically transfer to her. She was a rich girl, already set to study abroad. Stealing my college entrance exam score was just a joke to her. On the other hand, I was poor. The exam was my only chance to change my fate. After three mock exams, my scores kept dropping for no reason, and no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find out why. In the end, I failed the college entrance exam. Lost and broken, I was hit by a car. After I died, my soul hovered in the air and overheard Sierra laughing with her best friend, Hailey Monroe. "Who would’ve thought Vera Collins could’ve ranked first in the entire city? Well, that title’s mine now! Someone like her deserves to rot in the mud forever." This time, I’m back. So, she liked stealing people’s scores for fun? Then stealing just mine would be too boring. This time, the entire school’s exam scores would be a surprise for her.

Right before graduation, our Resident Advisor (RA), Jasper Hollister, posts a message in the group chat announcing a hygiene inspection in two days. At the same time, he sets up a pool and demands 200 dollars from each of us to hire a professional cleaner. I immediately ask, "How on earth does a cleaning service cost 800 dollars for a tiny four-person dorm room?" Jasper instantly gets defensive and snaps, "If we get held back from graduating because of you, are you gonna take the blame?" Not wanting any drama, I just pay up and spend the next two days quietly grinding out my thesis at the library. On inspection day, I get a furious phone call from our Residence Hall Director, Deborah Campbell, screaming at me to get back to the room immediately. I push the door open to find the other three beds are spotless. Meanwhile, my bed and desk are buried under a mountain of takeout containers and trash that reeks to high heaven.