How to Become A Straight A Student: A Random Generator Short Story

It's Different This Time

If you've read my past Random Generator Short Stories you know I take words, sentences, phrases, or names from a random generator to use as inspiration for my next story. BUT.... this time it's different.

Why you might ask?

Well, at the beginning of 2025, I had a thought about how writers always say to have an amazing opening first sentences to keep the readers hooked. And so that night, I did a quick writing exercise of creating an out of the box first line, then began writing my first scene. I let the writing go naturally and by the end of the 20-30 minute writing session I was pretty pleased with what I came up with.

An idea formed in my head then. I would create another prompt book that contains 100 interesting first sentences for writers just like yourself. And so, 100 First Sentences: Creative Writing Prompts That Do The Hard Part For You was created!

It was a fun process to get back into the world of publishing and creating something from scratch. If you are interested in checking it out it's currently available on Amazon for only $10.99!

After the book was published, I kept coming up with more first lines which lead me to working on another writing exercise. And so my short opening of How to Become a Straight A Student was born.

Please note, this does contain sexual scenes as I felt the story did call for it so if you aren't into that sort of thing this might not be the read for you!

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How to Become a Straight A Student

I'd slept with a majority of the male professors on campus, that's what made me a great straight A student.

Today was no different from the rest. Get up, walk to class, and pretend to take notes while the teacher droned on about a topic I wasn't particularly fond of. Now in my senior year, I'd repeated this pattern everyday since the start of freshman year.

High school had been a breeze with most of my homework done in less than twenty minutes while the rest of my time was spent with friends rather studying. I was known as the 'smart' student in my grade. It was astounding how a little listening and a good memory could get one pretty far, but it seemed most kids in my class couldn't even do that. They struggled with tears being shed over returned papers marked with a D+ at the top. The red ink sealing their fate.

I couldn't sympathize with them though. My assignments always came back with an A, sometimes A- if I truly didn't like the class.

But that all changed my first semester of college. On the first day I could feel a shift in the air as my peers raised their hands speaking on topics I'd never even heard of. It was met when my perfect straight A streak broke with a series of C's and D's. Never in my life had I felt the weight of stress on my shoulders than those moments. I grew up poor. The only reason I was able to go to college was due to the full ride scholarship the school gave me due to my scholarly success. But now with my GPA on a downward spiral I was falling apart.

Somewhere between classes I had gained the freshmen fifteen. My figure squeezing into the clothes that fit only weeks before. I'd been spared the puff red face filled with acne, but spots were beginning to rise, puss forming on my face and shoulders. I was a mess. Even my father who barely noticed his own children made a comment on my looks while visiting during parent's weekend. That's when I knew I was in trouble. Somewhere between suddenly having gym sessions at 6 am to lose the weight, late nights trying to find new study habits and a new skin care routine, I found myself in the office hours of one Mr. Kaudwell. I'd stayed up the night before trying to unearth the secrets to calculus with no solution in sight, when I decided to get help.

I'd never been to office hours before, but the moment I walked into the room I felt his eyes on me. They seemed to take all of me in, my arms now toned and skin as clear as its ever been with the hard work I put in. I was practically glowing and I knew it.

During the following week, his eyes never seemed to leave my direction. It was as if he was only speaking to me in class. There wasn't anything special about him. A guy in his mid 30's with a full head of hair still in good shape compared to others his age. That's when it clicked. I knew how to get my A and my old life back.

In high school, I'd never had a boyfriend let alone kissed anyone, but come the next office hours I laid the flirting on thick, it coming naturally to me. Before I knew it we were in a heavy make out session and the following office hours consisted of him taking my virginity, my moans blending in with the creak of the office chair as I rode on top of him whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The following day all my previous failed assignments suddenly became A's and I was now passing the class.

Office hours replaced my study hours and by the end of the semester I'd slept with 3 of my 5 professors. I was back to being a straight A student.

The campus was small so most of the professors taught multiple classes which meant having them from one semester to the next. At times, it hadn't been easy keeping them all straight-sometimes it probably would have been easier to study than get railed by a sweaty man with a beer gut, but for the most part I had a life most college students didn't tend to have. For example, I never missed a party where I would indulge in a fine looking frat boy or two depending on how drunk and willing I was that night, to finding myself going on weekend get aways my scholarship money was paying for.

It only really got complicated when one of them would go rouge. Declaring their love for me over a stack of papers still needing to be graded under my naked body. Them wanting us to be official once I was no longer their subordinate. But it wouldn't last long with me telling them 'it was better this way', ' you are married, surely you don't want a divorce.'

Did I forget to mention they were usually unhappily married. One of the reasons it was so easy to slip my hands down their pants. It was as if they'd never been touched. Some would complain about their wives in how they hadn't been intimate in almost a year sometimes more. Those were the classes I never even had to turn in an assignment- a letter grade would simply appear where a 0 should have been.

And just like that I was moving into my senior year. Mr. Kaudwell still one of my professors even after all these years. I looked at him now as he drew chalk across the board writing something I knew I wouldn't have to know. He'd promised long ago I'd never get lower than an A- on an assignment. In fact, we were heading to his office straight after class. After 4 years, he did look different. Now closer to his 40's his skin becoming more aged, wrinkles forming at the corner of his eyes, the six packs abs losing some definition. But I'd been away for the summer, spending it with family and I was ready for some cock. His being the best besides a one night stand I'd had a few months back. I was sure it was because he was the one I'd lost my virginity too, my subconscious mind attached to him, or the fact he genuinely made me cum almost every time. His member perfect inside my vagina. I couldn't say, but I was getting wet just thinking about it. I waited until I caught his eye, spreading my legs wide. I was wearing a skirt, no panties in the front row, easy for him to see and no one else. He stuttered, then coughed excusing himself in front of the class. I smirked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He turned back to the board. I knew he probably had a semi, one I couldn't wait to get fully hard.

He let the class go early me staying behind to ask him a question about an equation he spoke about during class, but once the last person filed out of the room, he turned the lights off locking the door.

Before I could question him, he bent me over the podium lifting my skirt and inserting himself.

"Someone could see," I said peering to the door where anyone could look in and see us but still with a smile on my face.

"I don't care," his hot breath whispered in my ear. I covered my mouth smothering the eruption from my throat, he coming on my backside only a few seconds later. Clearly we were hot and bothered.

"Fuck that felt good," he said tucking himself into his pants. "And that was just a warm up."

He slapped my butt still bent over the podium. "You go first, and I'll follow shortly after."

His office was unlocked and I only had to wait a few minutes before he showed up again locking the door and switching the lights. I was already waiting for him, my legs spread open sitting atop his desk. He came to me this time less vivacious. He took my face in his palms kissing me deeply, pulling away to say, "I missed you," in a hushed voice while slipping a hand under my skirt, his fingers finding my clit with ease.

"I missed you," I moaned back. And I did. I'd missed this between us whatever 'this' was.

His fingers slipped inside of me, and I gasped as he motioned back and forth. He kissed me again before unbuckling, letting his pants drop to the floor.

"You always feel so good," he moved the head of his penis across my labia.

"Stop playing," I said, moving my hand on top of his pushing him inside. My head tilted back as the pleasure took over. My legs wrapping around him as he pumped.

"How long do we have?" He asked.

"Two hours before my next class," I said short of breath.

"Good we'll need all of them."

And we did. We went two more times stopping between each to take a water break, drinking all the bottles he had in his mini fridge. By the time we were done, he'd left me in shambles. I sprinted to the bathroom, my hair a bird's nest and my eye makeup needing to be redone. I pulled my eyeliner and a brush from my bag. It would have to do. I was hoping no one would notice the redness around my mouth from the blow job I'd given him just before I left.

I ran to class, the bell ringing as I found a seat in the front row.

"Hello class, I'm Dr. Jason, and I'll be your professor for the semester," the man who walked into the room announced. I crossed my legs while he scanned the room when his met mine.

"I hope you are ready for a tough semester."

It was then, I knew, this gorgeous green eyes, black haired man, only a few years older than me, and one of the hottest men I'd ever seen, was going to be a hard one to crack. But I was up for the challenge. It's what made me a great straight A student after all.

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Final Thoughts

This was different than what I normally write as you can probably tell. But, that was the whole purpose of the first line. To write something intriguing and out of my comfort zone.

I think overall, this story has so much potential! Like, will she land the guy and keep her straight A's? Or will everything go down in flames when it comes to her academic career. This is one story I feel I could continue with ease as it seemed to flow from one sentence to the next without even having to try.

What did you think of the first line? Did it keep your attention long enough to keep reading? Let me know in the comments below! Don't forget to subscribe to the blog to get the latest updates.