Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
No, none of them scare me, even given the circumstances. But it’s my father that has me trembling a little.
“Kempton, you know we’re coming up on a re-election year! I need you to be on your best behavior, not sneaking around at four in the fucking morning!”
“I think that’s enough, Senator Carlisle,” Principal Kane says gruffly, frowning up at the screen.
Yes, my father is Senator Carlisle. Yes, that Senator Carlisle. But even if he wasn’t, and even if this wasn’t a “building year before a re-election year,” he’d been just as demanding, and just as strict about the “image” I present. He and my mother are both like this. They don’t want a daughter so much as they want a perfect, plastic, flawless little prop for the cameras. A perfect, head cheerleader, private-school darling to better my dad’s “optics.”
Right now, my story is that I was sneaking out to go work on some cheer stuff with Ramona. Luckily, I had the foresight to text her this before coming in here this morning, so she can back me up. None of the guys dorms on campus are even remotely “sneak-out-able,” which helped sell the idea that it’s not like I was out fooling around with a guy.
…Of course, no one’s thinking about the one male student who doesn’t live in the dorms, who I was fooling around with. And I’m one-hundred-percent sure none of them are imagining that it’s Professor Truman that I was also with.
I blush, and my mind starts to wonder how anyone in this room, or my parents for that matter, would react if word got out about what I was really up to last night.
“Principal Kane!” My father barks back. “I will disciple my daughter a I see fit!”
“Of course, of course, Senator,” Principal Kane smiles and nods towards my father. “But in the interest of this disciplinary hearing, perhaps you and your daughter could speak privately after we’ve meted out our own punishment?”
My father glowers on the screen.
“Is she being expelled?”
Principal Kane smiles. “No, Senator. She’s not being expelled. And as this is her first real infraction, I don’t see any sort of punishment for this that needs to be on her record.”
My father sighs heavily. “Good.”
Not “thank you” or “I appreciate it.” Just “good.”
He glances at me and shakes his head. “Your mother and I are going to speak to you later, Kempton.”
The screen goes dark and the line goes dead, and I breathe.
Principal Kane—Colton—clears his throat as he folds his arms over his broad chest. I mean, I think school principals are supposed to be old guys, or scholastic looking. Principal Kane is neither of those things. I mean he’s older than, say, Porter by about ten years. But he’s still young relatively speaking. And built, and athletic, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a jaw carved out of marble. I’d even say our principal was arguably the hottest non-student guy on campus, that is, until Porter started. But that’s just my humble and extremely biased opinion.
“Kempton,” he says quietly. “I know this is a first real offense from you but sneaking out of your dorm during curfew is a major violation—both of school rules and the trust we as administrators place in you as a student.”
I nod solemnly. “I know, and I’m so sorry.”
He glances at Mrs. Owens and nods.
“You’re not getting expelled or anything like that. But we are going to be assigning a staff member to monitor you and check in with you for the next month.”
My heart sinks.
“Think of them as a probation officer,” Vice Principal Owens says. “We’ve prepared a list of school staff and administrators who we feel could work for you. And again, since this is your first real infraction, I’ll let you pick who you’ll be reporting to.”
I nod glumly as she slides a piece of a paper with a list of names across the table. My eyes read over the list, when suddenly, I stop short, and it takes everything in my power not to just start laughing.
…Because halfway down the list is Porter Truman’s name.
“Professor Truman,” I say quickly after pretending to study the list for longer than four seconds.
Principal Kane raises a brow.
“Oh?”
I shrug. “He’s—I’m really loving his lessons. And I get along with him.”
He shrugs. “Well okay then.” He leans forward and presses the button on the intercom to his secretary.
“Martha, will you please call Porter Truman down here?”
My skin tingles, and a warmth teases trough me. Because now, I have every excuse in the world to be around Porter.
14
Porter
I look down, mesmerized as I watch her pink pussy lips stretch open and slide down my cock, inch by inch. Kempton moans deeply, pushing back and backing that tight little ass onto my thickness. My hands tighten on her hips, gripping her fiercely as I ease her back. Her whimpered moans fill my ears, my cock throbbing hard and my balls swelling with cum. I grunt and drive in, giving her the last third of my cock in one thrust, making her squeal in pleasure.