Extra Credit (Part 1 of 2)
Holly Holiday knew she had unorthodox methods of teaching. She valued fun learning, doing what the kids wanted, being “cool.” She liked to liven up the classroom with jokes, impressions, songs, you name it, Holly Holiday was doing it. She knew what kids liked. So when principal Figgins called her up and asked her to teach sex-ed, Holly thought to herself, “Great! I don't even have to do anything, kids love sex!” How hard could it be to teach kids about stuff they were already interested in doing?
So Holly showed up to sex-ed class on Wednesday without anything else really prepared. Her entire lesson plan was for the kids to ask her questions and she'd answer them. She knew they'd ask inappropriate things and she'd handle them by teaching them something about sex. It was a win-win for her. She didn't need to dress up in costume or anything!
She sat in class with a smile on her face as the students started to pour in. The boys immediately high-fived each other when they saw who it was. One student, the one with the giant jewfro (she could never remember his name) nearly fainted in the doorway. She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs and leaned against the desk. The bell ran and everyone settled in.
“Morning, class.” Holly said. “Today, we will be talking about your favorite subject.”
“Oh my god, the reinvention of musicals staring with 'Oklahoma!'?” Rachel asked. Holly stared at her blankly while her classmates sniggered not so subtly.
“No...” Holly said slowly. “We're going to be talking about sex.” Puck stood up and started walking out of the classroom. Holly stood up straight. “Where are you going?!” She demanded.
“I'm like...a sex guru. I don't need this to tell me how to work my magic.” He said.
“Well then...I'm sure you can tell us what the risks are.” Holly suggested. Everyone laughed out loud and Puck turned bright red and sat back down. Holly smiled triumphantly.
“Ok, well, let's begin. And remember, you have a quiz afterwards!” The whole class groaned. She waved her hand. “Dudes, it's no big deal, there's no way you'll fail a quiz about sex!”
Or so she thought.
As she sat her temporary desk grading papers, it became increasingly clear that one particular student hadn't paid any attention to what she was saying. It was Santana Lopez. Strange, she thought with a tiny bit of guilt, because from what the teachers said about Santana, she knew sex better than Puck claimed he did. And her quiz wasn't that hard either. So why would Santana fail? Even Brittany did better and that girl, well, Holly didn't like to make rude comments but it might've been a wise idea to hold that girl a grade or two (or three or four) back.
As much as she hated it, she couldn't give a student who answered “69” to “how many times do you need to have sex to get pregnant?” a passing grade. Holly marked a sad “15” on the top of Santana Lopez's paper and put it down on top of the rest.
When she handed out the grades the next day, she knew that people were going to groan. Most of the class did well, as per usual, but there were still moans of “my mom's going to kill me.” What she did not expect was Santana staring at her paper and then erupting.
“What is this?!” She demanded. Holly was taken aback by the surge of anger the girl exhibited.
“Um...it's your quiz.”
“A 15?!” She yelled. Puck cracked up in the seat next to her. She punched him in the shoulder and he curled up in pain. “I cannot get a 15. I'll get held off from the Cheerios with this grade! There has to be some mistake. You probably thought this was Finn's paper or something.”
“No, Santana, that's correct.” Holly said.
“This is bullshit.” Santana snarled and stormed out of the class. Holly blinked in surprise before she regained her senses.
“Alright, class, today we're going to learn about STDs...”
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Holly was just cleaning up the last of her things when she heard a soft knock on the classroom door. She looked up to see Santana standing in the door way, eyes down cast. Holly knew it was about her grades but nothing could've prepared her for that afternoon's encounter.
“Ms. Holiday?” Santana said. Santana was rarely polite and, Holly noted, rarely seen without her Cheerios outfit on and she was both courteous and in normal clothes.
“Yes, Santana?” Holly said. “I presume you're here about your grade?” Santana nodded. “Look, I'm more than willing to give you extra credit.” She turned her attention down to her papers and rummaged through them. “I have some worksheets your normal teacher was going to give...” Holly looked up just in time to see Santana advancing toward her but she had no time to react. Santana grabbed either side of Holly's neck and kissed her. Holly's eyes widened and she pushed herself back onto the desk until she was sitting on top of it. She stood up, towering over Santana and put her hand out in front of her.
“No, I've done this once before and it was a bad, bad idea.” She said. Santana smirked and raised an eyebrow curiously.
“Before?”
“Lots of bad decisions. Listen, you need to leave right now before...before...”
“Before?” Santana asked again, though this time in a different context. Holly felt like a cat in a tree with a dangerous predator below. But unfortunately, this predator could climb. Santana hoisted herself onto the desk so that she was invading Holly's personal space again.
“Just give me an 'A' and we'll call it square.” Santana said.
“I can't do that, you need to do the work...” And just like that, Santana kissed Holly again, causing the substitute to nearly bite off Santana's tongue in mid-sentence. She pushed Santana away.
“Santana, I can't...” she tried again but Santana kissed her on the mouth to shut her up, then trailed her lips along her cheek and down her neck. Santana's left hand trailed along Holly's right thigh and Holly knew exactly where this was going. Santana's tongue flicked out against her neck, forcing Holly to suppress a moan by bringing her hand up to her mouth.
“Give me an 'A' or I will show you just how much I know about sex.” Santana hissed in her ear. She replaced her words with a quick dart of the tongue and Holly was done. Somehow, Santana had inadvertently found Holly's weak spot. Holly's legs gave out and she sat down on the desk, pulling Santana with her. This did not deter the Latina from continuing, in fact, it gave her a new position. She propped herself above Holly and took advantage of the woman's immobility to unbutton her white blouse. Santana licked a trail from Holly's chin, down her neck and, with every button she undid, whatever skin was exposed.
A hundred things ran through Holly Holiday's head, this is wrong, this is a student, I could lose my job, go to jail, or I'll have to run, I'll need to move again...and then Santana's lips were on the the edge of her jeans, her warm breath tickling her skin, her lips nipping and her teeth nibbling. Holly stopping thinking and by instinct, ran her fingers through Santana's hair and fisted. Santana growled in that low, seductive way and Holly was once again reminded of a predator.
So I'm the prey...? She thought. She gripped Santana's hair, causing her to growl even more until Holly pulled her up and kissed her. She swore she felt Santana smiling against her lips but she was too far gone.
Oh well, might as well enjoy this. She thought to herself. She tasted Santana's lipgloss, bubblegum, and her mind began to wander again. Bubblegum was the same lipgloss flavor that Brittany took out every other minute to apply.
Holly was brought back to the present when Santana bit down sharply on her lip. She opened her eyes and stared directly into her student's eyes as they glimmered almost evilly. Neither Holly nor Santana broke the gaze as Santana's hand floated down. She could've stopped her before it was too late. She could've pushed Santana back, given her an 'A' or told the principal. She could've done it at any point in time but Holly didn't. Instead, she pulled Santana in for another kiss as Santana undid the button and zipper and hiked them down. Holly lifted her hips a little to give her an easier time.
“Well?” Santana hissed. “Do I get an 'A' now?” She ground her knee against Holly's clit, causing the substitute teacher to gasp at the touch. She could've said yes, that would've ended it all. But all she could think of was the pooling heat where Santana's knee touched what was sure to be soaked underwear.
“No.” And Holly smiled that laissez-faire way that got her into so much trouble in the past. Santana's hand dipped under the hem of her underwear, touched her there and Holly gasped and one hand shot to the back of Santana's back while the other pulled at her hair. She rested her forehead against Santana's shoulder and breathed “Oh God...” Santana smiled again and began rubbing circles against Holly's clit. Holly raked her nails against Santana's tan skin and kissed her again, their teeth accidentally bumping into one another. Santana's tongue danced against hers and Holly shut her eyes tightly as Santana's hand did its work. Santana couldn't help but marvel at just how wet Holly was. She had guessed that the teacher was into all sorts of inappropriate things, it just seemed like part of her personality but she was still surprised that her finger were gliding against her clit as easily as they were. Holly had her head thrown back in ecstasy and she let out low, guttural moans with every movement of Santana's hand.
“How am I doing?” She asked coyly.
“A.” Was all Holly could manage. Santana closed her eyes and lost herself in her imagination. She slipped two fingers into Holly and curled. Holly all but screamed and her back arched off the desk. Her hands flew from Santana's body and gripped the edge of the desk as Santana started curling and pumping at the same time, creating the most delicious and overwhelming friction Holly had ever experienced. She dug her nails into the wood, as if she would literally fly off if she didn't hold herself down. The desk rocked with their movements, with Holly grinding herself against Santana's palm in time with Santana pulling out and pushing back in. Holly didn't need Santana to tell her just how soaked she was, she could hear it.
“Oh God, Santana...” Holly's eyes rolled back into her head. Every nerve in her body was buzzing with pleasure. She could feel Santana's fingers as they curled inside, firing bolts of electricity down to her toes and up to her scalp. And every time she bucked her hips up, she was able to grind her clit against Santana's hand. All of this built pressure inside her. She looked up at Santana who had her eyes shut as if she were the one enjoying this, not Holly.
“Oh God...oh God...” Holly whispered over and over again as she neared the edge. She ground herself against Santana one more time and felt the familiar sensation of every nerve standing on end. “Oh fuck!” She felt Santana's free hand reach behind her and pull her close.
“I've got you, Brittany.” Holly's eyes widened as she came, clenching around Santana's fingers. Santana's eyes flew open and her mouth dropped. They'd both heard what Santana said, both heard the wrong name. Their eyes met briefly before Holly closed her eyes again and let out a yell as another wave coursed through her body, wracking it with pleasure she'd sorely missed. Her muscles contracted, coaxing Santana's fingers deeper inside her. And they never stopped curling, like the process was automated. Each bend of the finger caused Holly's body to shake and spasm. Holly was actually thankful for how quickly the orgasm washed through her. If it had been any longer, she might've been rendered immobile for a longer time than she was comfortable with. As soon as Holly came down from her high, Santana pulled her fingers out and wiped them off on Holly's jeans. Holly sat up and watched Santana gather her things quickly.
“Just give me that 'A' and none of this happened.”
“You just called me...”
“Don't.” Santana warned, whirling to face her. Holly said nothing in return. Santana cast her a dirty glare but Holly could see hints of sadness in her look as she turned back around and walked out the door.