Principal Without Principles

[Ghostposter]

Principal Without Principles (Closed)

OOC: Jacob Finch. 43 years old. 6'1". 180. Black hair. Grey eyes. Well built.



IC:


I had a lot of time to think about what I was doing. I had to ask myself: was what I was contemplating doing worth losing my job over?

I wouldn't go to jail. She was 18. Way too young for me, but completely legal. But she was still a student, and I was the principal.

There was still time to back out. We still hadn't crossed any lines.

But then I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. Fresh and young and beautiful. Smiling at me still wearing her cheerleader's uniform. The embodiment of every fantasy I'd had since I was ten years old.


Lines were about to be crossed. I got up and closed the door behind her. Then I locked it....


OOC: Claimed by sunkissedblush.

 

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[Ghostposter]

Principal Finch

"Thank you for coming, Miss Lloyd,," I said. "I'm sorry I made you stay after practice, but this is very important. I didn't want to wait another minute."

I gestured toward a chairm, and she sat down. Her too-short skirt rode up as she demurely crossed her lithe legs at the ankles. I admit I stared at the soft, creamy skin revealed. I was only human.

Instead of taking my place behind the desk, I leaned against the front, just inches away from my favorite student. Close enough to touch, if I dared.

"I got a phone call today, Michelle," I explained. "It was from the Dean of Chief Admissions from Roosevelt College. That's the school you've always dreamed of attending, isn't it?"

Her face lit up, and she nodded.

"The Dean is a very close personal friend of mine," I said. "That's why he took the time to call me personally. I'm sorry to say that the news isn't good. You know what an exclusive school Roosevelt is. Only a tiny portion of those who apply actually get in. And I'm afraid you fell just slightly short.

Naturally, I was upset. I know how important this is to you. I asked my friend if he could pull some strings for me. He said that if I personally wrote a letter on your behalf, he would be able to push you through. I promised I would do just that. I immediately got your file and say down to review it. You're grades are excellent. Your SAT scores are above average. Your teachers all wrote glowing reviews. There's only one slight problem.

One of the things schools always look at is extra-curricular activities. And I'm afraid that's where you come up short. In your 4 years, the only extra-curricular activity you have ever engaged in is cheerleading. No school newspaper. No Student Council. No volunteer work.

That just won't impress them."

I gave her a moment to let all that sink in. Then I offered her a lifeline.

"You graduate in less than a month. That doesn't doesn't give us much time. But it's not insurmountable. If you agree to stay after school every day, I promise that you will be in the Freshman Class at Roosevelt College in September. I think I've come up with an extra-curricular activity we'll both enjoy..."

 

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[Ghostposter]

Principal Finch

Michelle tried to put on a brave front when I told her the bad news, but all too soon the strong facade crumbled before my very eyes. My heart went out to the poor girl for all the pain I had caused her, but I was still convinced that it would all work out for the best in the end.

It was only natural for me to reach out and take her in my arms. I held her and comforted her as best I could as she cried herself out. But even after her tears dried I didn't let her go.

"I don't want you to worry, Michelle," I said. "I promise you that together we'll make all your dreams come true."

And perhaps a few of my own, I thought, smiling secretly.

Plucking a handy tissue off the desk, I helped her dry her eyes. Even red and puffy they were beautiful. I reached out brushed stray strands of hair away from her lovely face.

"I'll help you, Michelle," I said. "But you have to trust me. You need to be completely committed. Are you willing to do whatever it takes? Anything I ask, no matter how strange it may appear at first? "

 

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[Ghostposter]

Principal Finch

Clearly the need for comforting had passed, but now that I had finally fulfilled my long time fantasy of getting my hands on the most luscious student I had encountered in my twenty years in the education field, I found I just couldn't stop touching her. It had been so long since I had encountered a teenaged girl hat I had almost forgotten how soft they were. Michelle clung to me as well, and showed no inclination to pull away any time soon.

"I know you won't let me down, Michelle," I said softly. "I don't see how that's possible"

As her head nestled against my shoulder, my lips accidently brushed against the tender skin of her neck. Accidents will happen. The second time was on purpose. As was the third. Fourth. And fifth. I began to gently nuzzle Michelle's neck until my intentions were unmistakable. While I kissed her I started to caress the small of her back.

"You don't want me to stop?" I asked. "Do you?"

 

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