Lisa Goes All the Way for an A (Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions) - Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions, #4

The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader's dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom. The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.
Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn't do and definitely shouldn't talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don't want other people to know about. Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn't take it too seriously.
It's just a story. In this story, Lisa is a horny little cheerleader who in for a shock when she turns up for her midterm and realizes she is completely unprepared. Determined to get an A for her class, Lisa comes up with a plan that will secure her the grade. Lisa's impulsive decision and hot and steamy class room antics means her hot professor is in for a treat. Approximate length: 8, 500 words.
Extract:I sit back in my chair, sliding my bum forward to the edge of the smooth wooden seat. I place my hands on my thighs and look up at Professor Woodson. He's looking at me with a little smile. I bite my lip and give him some sexy eyes. I can feel my boobs rising as I breathe and realize that I am getting really excited. I look down and can see my pleated skirt held tight between my thighs. The skirt is short so there is not far to go to reach my panties, but I'm going to need to be quick.
I bring my legs together. He appears a little uncomfortable. He shifts in his seat, looks cautiously to the door and then back at me. I'm looking straight at him, waiting for him to look back. Hooking my feet on the bottom bar of the seat, I push against the back of the chair and lift my ass off the seat. Afraid for a moment that I am going to tumble over and get stuck in my desk chair with my panties around my ankles, I move my hands to my hips, slip my thumbs in the sides of my panties and roll them off my ass in one quick movement.
My panties reach the top of my thighs and I lower myself back onto the seat, my naked cheeks touch the wooden seat and I can feel my wet pussy released from the confines of my panties. The next bit is difficult to do without attracting attention. Some of the people in the class have finished and are shifting in their seats, shuffling their papers on their desks. Thankfully there is no one sitting behind me and I am in the row farthest to the right.
Keeping my legs together, I swing my feet underneath me and to the right. With a little encouragement, my panties fall to my ankles. Professor Woodson shifts to his right to keep my panties in view. He stumbles slightly, nearly falling off his chair and attracting the attention of the class. He holds up a silently apologetic hand as I swing my panties off my ankles, onto my desk and under my paper.