The Dean's Daughter

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Nick had been so happy when he found out that he was accepted to the college of his dreams. Going to the school as a liberal arts major, he settled in quickly and was mostly enjoying himself. He loved meeting new people and was finding most of his classes to be fun. But he had heard a lot about one common complaint from all of the current students there: The Dean. His name was Dean Summers and he was reputed to be one of the toughest college deans in America. He had no problem whatsoever with severely punishing students for the smallest infractions. But Nick went on for a while not fearing him and following the rules...mostly.

Then came one weekend where he was at a huge party on campus. Everybody was drinking and so they all started daring one another to do stupid pranks. Nick got dared to cover Dean Summers's car with eggs and shaving cream. Not wanting to get outdone by any of the guys there, He set out with the things he needed and got to work on the car outside the Dean's house on campus. He succeeded and went back to his dorm proud of himself. Unfortunately when Monday came around again he was called in the Dean's office. dean Summers immediately started angrily explaining how after interogating the rest of the guys who had been at the party, they had all given his name up. Nick sat there getting chewed out by the Dean and was given his huge punishment of not only tons of personal detention with the Dean but also cleaning the Dean's car each week for the rest of the year.

He was dismissed from the office and walked out angrily until he saw a beautiful looking girl sitting in the waiting room. Looking at her he asked "So what are you in here for?"
 
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I'm here to help you in the change?

in the change? what change? he asked

follow me!, the girl said.
 
5'8"
Brunette
Blue Eyes
36D-25-36
19 years old
Sierra Summers

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Sierra snapped out of her daydream and turned her head, half-expecting to see a jock (Sierra never really like those types) whom she knew had been dared to mess up her father's car. To be fair, she had tried to save this stranger from further punishment, by cleaning up her father's car all on her own.

But she was pleasantly surprised. Instead, she came face to face with Nick, whose name she had come to know about as she sat waiting in the hallway, who turned out to have eyes glistening with enthusiasm and spirit, charming features and a smile that could melt hearts.

Sierra recovered quickly enough, but took care not to identify herself too quickly.

"Let's just say I'll be washing Dean Summers's car when you aren't," Sierra said as she walked past Nick towards her father's office, smiling with a slight blush.

"I'm Sierra by the way, and nice to meet you Nick," Sierra said before turning away, knocking on the door to the office.
 
Nick smiled back at her response admiring her upbeat attitude. "Well maybe if we're lucky he'll let us wash his car together."

He was surprised that such a good-looking girl was bothering to pay any attention to him. For the short amount of time that he was talking to her, Nick's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her soft face, her lean body, and her impressive breasts.

"Well it was great to meet you too Sierra. Hopefully I'll get to meet you again soon," Nick said checking out her backside as she walked away.

Nick kept on thinking over his meeting her as the week past and the time for his first punishment session approached.
 
Sierra was about to leave for the college library that day. She had always longed for a liberal arts college education, considering how stifling and unproductive public school had been for her. But it was not as easy as it initially seemed. Just the weekly readings alone would threaten to damage any semblance of a social life she once had.

She was about to open the front door when she noticed that standing next to her father's car, was Nick. She hadn't realised that his punishment date had come so soon. And yet, for some strange reason, she didn't want him, or anyone else for that matter, to find out that she was the dean's daughter.

Sierra found herself uncharacteristically hiding herself till Nick went into the garage to pick out the pails, cleaning agents and the sponges. Quickly, she took the opportunity to sneak out the side door, and with a final glance over her shoulder, hoped that she would not be spotted by Nick.

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Nick was coming out of the garage carrying more cleaning supplies when he could've sworn that he saw Sierra walking away down the street from the house. Seeing another chance to talk to her and getting to know her more, he called out to her.

"Sierra, hey Sierra! Over here."

He notcied how she looked just as good if not better than the first time he had met her.
 
With her back towards him, Sierra cringed. She knew that if she wanted to keep her cover, it might involve telling Nick an outright lie. So far, she was merely concealing the truth.

Turning around, Sierra flashed a wide smile, and looked genuinely pleasantly surprised at seeing Nick. She waved enthusiastically, unaware that it served only to make her full chest jiggle vigorously. She began to walk towards him, hoping that the conversation does not get to where she wished to avoid.
 
Nick watched her wave at him and walk over. He bit his lip seeing his impressive bust shaking as she waved at him. He looked himself over nervously and saw that his t-shirt was soaked through, sticking against his fit body. As she walked over he called out to her.

"Hey Sierra, sorry to surprise you like that but you know I just wanted to say hey. What's up?
 
Sierra had caught Nick staring a little the last time they met in the hallway, and remembered how that made her blush. This time, it was her turn to stare at his upper body. The shirt he had on clung onto his form, showing clearly his firm pecs, lean body, and his defined abs. It was toned, but not overly muscular; exactly the type that she liked. And she couldn't help but wonder if he would look good naked...

...Sierra quickly recomposed herself, unaware of the blush that she now wearing on her cheeks. She told Nick that she was headed to the library to catch up on some readings. And then, uncharacteristically, she asked if he might want to hang out when he was done. It was boring to study alone after all. Sierra had never asked another boy out before!
 
Nick was excited that Sierra had basically invited him out to hang out with her. He looked her over one more time before answering.

"Sure I'd love to. I'm gonna be done pretty soon anyway, you want me to meet you there?"
 
Sierra picked up Nick's phone, and entered her own number.

"Well, call me when you're done then. Better make sure it's a good job or the Dean will most likely make you stay back to finish other errands!"

Sierra said, before finally turning away from Nick, smiling radiantly to herself, or anyone who cared to catch her in this moment.
 
Nick smiled watching her walk away, "Ok sure I'll call you then."

He was excited to have already been able to get her number. But for now he turned back to his punishment drying off the last sections of the car's hood. He looked down at himself and saw that he was also pretty dry by now so he figured he could go hang out with Sierra now instead of going home to chnage first. Nick put all the supplies he had used back into the garage and started walking away from the house.

He pulled out his phone and called Sierra's number, "Hey Sierra, I'm all done now. You still up for hanging out?"
 
It must have been only half an hour or less before Nick called. It was just as well, since Sierra had only been at the library for a couple of minutes, and found herself in little mood to really study. But she did manage to pick out a couple of books for the modules she was reading. Muhammad Yunus' Creating a World Without Poverty caught her eye in particular. And she wondered if Nick might be interested.

Sierra had told Nick to meet outside instead, along the fresh green lawns that surrounded the campus. It was a sunny day in late autumn, and just fantastic weather to be outdoors before the cold winter would eventually hit.

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Nick made his way towards the library on campus. He walked there and got to the large green lawns that dominated this section of the campus. He saw Sierra laying out on the grass with a book in the warm sunlight. He thought she looked even better layed out on the ground with her shirt riding up a bit and her hand laying on her curvy hips. He called out and waved to her smiling. He sat down next to her feeling the sun on his face.

"Hey there Sierra, what do you have there?"
 
"Oh hi!" Sierra was caught in the middle of a paragraph, and when she looked up saw Nick's charming face staring down at hers. She quietly kicked herself for showing a lot more enthusiasm than she would have wanted. It was clear that she liked this guy, but she didn't want to let on so much, so early on.

"Well, it's a book I'm reading for one of my modules. Developmental economics. It's the first economics module I'm taking though - you know anything about this?" Sierra asked, shutting the book and turning the front cover towards Nick.

Meanwhile, her eyes quickly darted to his upper body now. His shirt had pretty much dried up by now, though she still silently crooned over the image she already had imprinted in her mind. She was already drifting into dreaming about how he might look shirtless, when Nick started to reply.
 
Nick forced himself to take his eyes off her body and look at the cover of the book. He silently scolded himself for gawking over her body constantly worried that she might start finding it weird. Slowly he recognized the title and thought of what he could say about it to help her.

"Oh yeah I read some of it last year to better prepare myself for one of my economics classes. I thought he had some interesting ideas about the economy and how it might affect the future of capitalism. But I don't really want to bother you with all that boring nonsense. There must be something more interesting you want to talk about."
 
Sierra frowned a little. Nick sounded like he knew what he was talking about, and yet he seemed to think that it was either uninteresting, or that she was incapable of any form of intellectual discussion. And then Sierra frowned even more at the fact that she allowed her initial frown to form on her face.

"Well, what other modules do you take anyway?" Sierra asked, the awkwardness growing in the air.
 
Nick realized watching her face that he had badly misjudged her and that she was actually interested to learn more about it from him. He was just a little shocked that such a good-looking girl would have an interest in economics and reading more about it. He listened to her next question carefully and made sure to answer her fairly this time.

"Well I'd have to say my other favorite class that I'm taking is Russian Literature. I just think that the Russian culture is so rich and that there are so many amazing Russian authors like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. What about you, what's your favorite clas here?"
 
Sierra took a double take. Either she had misjudged Nick as well, or he had deliberately picked something esoteric as a means of showing off. In any case, the only Russian novel she had ever read was Dr Zhivago; and she could not even recall the name of its author, in spite of his Nobel Prize-winning effort.

"I find Economics and Politics really intriguing in the way it explores how people function and rationalise their decisions. But I have to admit that my first love is History. That's the only reason why I've read my one and only Russian novel, Dr Zhivago," Sierra found herself gazing deeply into Nick's eyes as he laid down beside her, his head propped up by one of his hands.

It was such a relief to find someone who might possible be an intellectual equal, especially after going through high school that seemed predominantly populated by jocks and bimbos. She refrained from equating cheerleaders to bimbos, because she was a cheerleader herself.

Not only was it a relief. Sierra suspected it was a turn-on as well.
 
Now that Nick had laid down and was face-to-face with her, he couldn't keep himself from staring into her eyes. While listening to her he found that he was still amazed at how smart she could be while also being so beautiful. She seemed to be the perfect type of girl, one who could actually be able to think at such an intellectual level while also being blessed with such good looks.

"Yea I have always thoought history to be one of my favorite subjects. I like things like Russian Literature becuase in a way they're so connected with our history. But I guess we should still try to learn more about it from one another still even though we're so familiar with it."
 
Sierra found herself thoroughly entertained by Nick's company, and an hour passed as quickly as a couple of minutes, it seemed. Sierra found that they took a common philosophy module as well, and was certain that they would see more of one another on campus. Of course, she will probably see him outside her father's garage quite as often though, and she wondered why she was still choosing to withhold this information about herself.

But good things have to come to an end, even if a temporary one. Sierra realised she had an appointment with the photography club. The president apparently wanted her to help them model some outfits, and possibly to be the college's pin-up poster girl. She was flattered of course, and had agreed rather too quickly.

"It was nice talking to you, Nick. I'll see you around," Sierra got up, and left with another bright smile.
 
Nick had never felt happier at the end of the hour he spent laying out on the grass talking with Sierra. He had never before met a girl so intriging, smart, and beautiful. Although he did feel a bit disappointed that she was leaving, he was definitely going to make sure that he saw her again soon. He smiled at her and said goodbye.

The next day was full of classes for Nick. But the only one he was especially looking foward to today was Modern Philosophy, as Sierra also took the course. Nick arrived early to the lecture hall and took a seat, eagerly waiting for Sierra to enter.
 
It was almost time for Philosophy class, but Sierra was stuck in her father's office. His personal assistant had took the entire week off to care for her sick father, and at her own insistence, she took over her duties. Her father couldn't tell lunch from dinner time without someone to remind him, and her mother wouldn't stand for it.

Now, she regretted it a little. For it meant possibly missing most, if not the entire class that she was looking forward to.

Of course, today's lecture and discussion was going to be very interesting, and was about whether the Renaissance should be considered part of Modern Philosophy. But more importantly, Sierra had anticipated the whole of the previous night, the prospect of meeting Nick again. And she had even pored through her wardrobe in the morning just to pick out a nice outfit.

And it was all going to go to waste, so it seemed.
 
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