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Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fantastic, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Author: Norton X, Rating: 53.8, Source: sexstories.com

awesome, lady. Nailed that line from 'Taxi Driver'." I was confused. "'Taxi Driver'?" The woman picked up her cheeseburger again. "You never saw 'Taxi Driver'?" "No." My panic had dissipated, thankfully, but now I needed to be cleared of this confusion. "I thought you were a film buff. You said you loved watching movies when you introduced yourself in that art class." "I meant movies of the Schwarzenegger and Jet Li variety." "Oh. You really ought to broaden your taste in movies, Nate. You're missing out on so much of the good stuff if you haven't watched films like 'Taxi Driver'." Then she took another large bite of her burger. I waited until she had masticated and swallowed. "I'm.... horrible with names." "Erin." She smiled pleasantly. "Erin. Nice. You had me sweating a brook there for a moment." "Don't worry about it. That was the ice-breaker." "More like an ice melter." I wiped sweat from my brow and laughed. Erin giggled. Her eyes fixated on mine when she sipped her diet Pepsi. I decided to keep my eyes locked on hers as well. For the rest of the time we sat there having lunch, our gazes never left the other. _____Chapter 3 Wednesday... "Davers, what the heck is this?" I had my assignment paper in my grasp and was holding it up to get his attention. The other students went around me on either side on their way out the door. Advanced Math class for that day had ended. The professor shot me a dagger look. "It's Mr. Davers to you, punk." I sighed and continued. "Mr. ... Davers, respectfully, I would like to know why I got this friggin' C for what I believe strongly to be an A grade assignment." Davers cleared his throat as he filed a sheet of paper, his pen and tablet into a special clipboard stationery holder. "Actually, I was supposed to give you a B on that piece of trash you submitted to me one day late." "I was sick on the due date. And why the hell don't I have a B grade then?" "You could have emailed it to me. You know how to use email, don't you?" He tucked his clipboard into his arm and sidestepped around me. I followed him out into the hallway. "What the fuck, Mr. Davers. I thought we were cool. Just tell me why." "Why?" he said, his expression tight, voice clipped. "I'll tell you why. You could have done better. A whole lot better than what you did. Of the forty-two students in your class, you and three others I had thought would definitely get A's, not just hitting all the points right, but actually impressing me with your brilliance and imagination. Those other three did outstanding and you just did the work without any real effort put into it." We turned a corner and two hotties passed us going in the opposite direction. Davers smiled that evil smile of his at them, ogling their bodies, and they responded with smiles and blushing. He continued, "I wanted something real and original from you and you gave me generic. I thought you were better than that. Such a disappointment. But hey, it's not like you're my son or anything personal, ...