The Dean’s Plea
I stepped into his office, my tight skirt riding up my thighs with each confident stride. Dean Jameson looked up from his desk, his eyes widening as they took in the sight of me. I knew I was a picture of sexy: curves in all the right places, my blonde hair cascading down my back, and a knowing glint in my dark brown eyes.
“Kelsey, what brings you here today?” His voice was gruff, but I could detect a hint of lust beneath the surface. I had that effect on men.
I perched on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs to flash a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. “I’m afraid I’m in a bit of trouble, Dean. It seems a certain resident advisor has it out for me, and I need your help to…smooth things over.”
His brow furrowed in concern, but I could see the intellectual struggle in his eyes – to maintain his authority or give in to temptation. I leaned in closer, my breast brushing against his arm as I whispered, “You know how hard it is for a gorgeous coed like me to earn good grades on her looks alone. But I’ve been working hard to please you…in more ways than one.”
I slid off the desk and onto my knees before him, my hands deliberately roaming up his thigh. “I could be very…grateful if you looked the other way. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Dean Jameson cleared his throat, his gaze locked onto my lips. “Miss Kelsey, I must remind you that such-“
I cut him off with a sultry smile, my tongue darting out to moisten my plump lower lip. “We both know I don’t respond well to reminders, Dean.”
With that, I captured his mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue twining with his as I ground my hips against his growing erection. It was clear he’d already made up his mind. And as we greedily explored each other, I knew my freedom was assured.
After all, who could resist the charms of a naughty coed willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants?