“Don’t be late.”
She ripped her eyes from mine and pushed her way out the door, the tears cascading down her cheeks again.
Guilt slammed into me the moment the door closed behind her, but I shoved it away.
Fuck her tears.
I didn’t seeher on campus the next day, but she returned the following day. Since we had classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I figured she took Tuesdays and Thursdays off for working or maybe for crying. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.
I watched her with every chance I got on Wednesday, wanting to see if I could pick up on any clues that would tell me what she’d decide. The only thing that I could tell for sure was that the dipshit across the room was into her, and I thought shemay have been into him as well. I felt the acid in my stomach boil in anger when she walked into class wearing a black pleated skirt that swayed from side to side with every step. She was wearing a tight purple sweater. It hugged her tits nicely, and it was just short enough to show a sliver of her flat stomach, her almond-shaped belly button on display for all to see. He liked what he saw. In fact, I think I saw him drool when she walked past.
That skirt was sexy as fuck, but I went from six to midnight when she took her seat, and her knees parted just slightly in the process of crossing her legs, allowing me a flash of her pink panties. I clenched my teeth and turned my head away, not wanting to let her see exactly what she did to me.
She was gorgeous, that much was easy to see, but I wasn’t sure what turned me on more: wanting to fuck her over in order to get my revenge on her brother or breaking all the rules for the sake of fucking her in every position known to man. Either way, waiting for her answer made for the longest two days of my life.
After I finished with my classes, I went to my office to get some work done, hoping to kill some time. I had hours to wait, and I was anxious. I prayed she didn’t try taking my proposal to the dean herself, but I didn’t think she would. Deep down, I knew she was too scared. She’d have to admit she’d cheated. She’d get kicked out regardless. She’d always been a good girl, a rule follower, and giving me what I wanted wasn’t exactly following the rules. I could understand her fears.
I worked while watching the minutes tick away on the clock. Around five P.M., there came a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I called out.
My door opened, and she walked in. My brows lifted in surprise. I figured she’d wait until the absolute last minute.
“Can I have a seat?” She asked softly.
I nodded toward the chair, and she walked closer and sat in front of me. She crossed her legs, drawing my eyes to them.I couldn’t wait to have my face buried between those creamy thighs.
“I-I’ll do it. I’ll accept your deal.”
That snapped me out of my daze. “You will?”
She nodded. “I don’t have any other choice. I mean, I have a choice, but it’s not really a choice at all. Not if I want to stay in school. I worked too hard to let it all slip through my fingers now. So…“I’ll do it.” She wiped quickly at the tears slipping down her cheeks.
I looked into her green eyes. “Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into?”
She nodded, her answer soft. “Yes.”
“And you’re OK with it?” I asked, pushing my chair back and standing.
“This is college. I-I’m supposed to be exploring and trying new things,” she said as I walked around my desk and her chair. “I-I’ve never been with anyone before.” Her words were so soft I barely heard them, but there they were.
She was a virgin.
Even fucking better.
I chuckled at that as I stood behind her, amped up at this new bit of information. “Oh, I plan on teaching you some things.” I placed my hand on her shoulder, expecting to feel her muscles tighten beneath her skin, but she seemed more relaxed than the night when we were alone. I dragged my fingers down her collarbone to the center of her chest. I paused before running them downward. When her shirt cut me off, I let my hand fall away. “I’ll break you in easy,” I promised.
She let out a long, shaky breath, her small body trembling.
I moved around her, sitting on the edge of my desk. “First thing I want you to do is to clean my office.”
She looked around, confused. “It’s not messy.”
There was a stack of papers on the corner, and I pushed them onto the floor. The largest part of the papers landed with a thud, but several fluttered about, scattering. “What was that?”
She frowned at me, but then she stood and moved down to the floor. I stood back, watching as she basically crawled around on my floor, picking up the papers. Every time she reached for a paper, that skirt moved higher up her thigh.
“Pull your skirt up a little. I want to see some skin while you clean.” I moved around my desk and took my seat, watching as she did exactly as she was told. She pulled her skirt up just enough so that when she bent forward, her ass would poke out the bottom of her skirt. My cock throbbed, wanting a piece of her after waiting so long. But just like before, when I wanted to enjoy making her fail my class, I wanted to enjoy every moment that led up to me thrusting inside her virgin pussy.
