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Gary
As I'd expected, it was easy enough to convince Jessi to stay for a second glass of wine—and a third. From previous outings with her, I knew that she didn't really drink much, and I could see that she was on the verge of getting drunk by the time we were halfway through the bottle. She seemed to have forgotten about the fact that she was supposed to be home for her curfew over an hour ago.
And she didn't seem to mind that I kept finding any excuse to touch her, reaching out to brush back her hair or trailing my fingers along the back of her neck. Her soft body was a warm line against mine at this point. I had her drawn close into my side, an arm slung around her shoulders as I listened to her tell me about the design process for her latest project.
“You should read this book,” I said suddenly, getting up to find this theoretical design book on the shelves. “I've been trying all night to remember which book it was in—this design that's similar in some ways to yours. I think yours is a bit better, of course, but I think where this guy takes things will be interesting to you.”
Jessi stood up as well, and I was pleased to see how she wobbled a little before she found her balance. Definitely a bit drunk, then. “Okay,” she said, accepting the book, and I watched as her hands stroked the cover. I could only imagine them stroking certain other things as well. I'd been half-hard for most of the night, and this got me a little more heated.
I grinned at her and moved around to my computer. “I've also got this great little piece of software, Design Haven. It's really great for helping you digitize your designs so that you can tweak them with a little more finesse. Here, look.”
She came around, but there wasn't much room behind the desk because of the way the office was designed, and given her current state of inebriation, she ended up tripping on the leg of my desk chair and falling into my lap. At the feel of her warm buttocks pressed against my clothed erection, I couldn't help but rock my hips up into her.
She stiffened a little and began to move away, but I held her there with my arms around her. “No, just take a look at this for a minute,” I told her, leaning forward so that I could reach the mouse and navigate through one of the designs I'd been working on in the program. “Look, you can do all sorts of things to it—change the colors, add some chrome here, move this pipe over to there. Anything you could want. It's a ton of fun just to fool around with. I've made a bunch of totally theoretical designs using it.”
Jess hummed to show that she was listening, but she was straining to get away from me. I guessed we were playing a bit of a cat and mouse game, then. It wasn't surprising, given how inexperienced she was. I wondered for a moment whether she'd ever even had anyone else, or if it was possible that she was still a virgin. And didn't that turn me on.
Finally, I let her go, but she didn't go far—just to the other side of the desk. There she paused and looked back at me. “I should get home,” she said, pulling her keys out of her pocket. There was something strange in her expression, like some sort of realization. For a minute, I thought she was actually about to start crying.
“Don't be stupid,” I said, standing up and coming around the desk as well. I took the keys out of her hand. “You're not driving home like this.”
“I want to leave,” she said. “I've already missed my curfew, and I'm ...” She trailed off, blushing. “Give me my keys back, Gary.”
“You're too drunk to drive,” I argued with her. “Just look at yourself. There's no way I'm letting you drive home like this. Look, why don't I give you a ride?”
“You've been drinking too,” she pointed out.
“My tolerance is a lot higher than yours,” I told her. “Trust me, I'm fine to drive.”
She paused, biting her lower lip, and I couldn't keep myself from leaning in and kissing her, tugging that lower lip into my mouth and sucking lightly at it. My jeans were getting to be way too tight, and I reached down to open my fly, letting my straining bulge free and pushing it up against Jessi's warm skin where her skirt was riding up. I kept one arm tightly wrapped around her, continuing to ravish her mouth, and slid my other hand up under her shirt.
Jessi continued to wriggle against me, trying desperately to pull away. I was sure she was just afraid that we might get caught. Stupid girl. Didn't she realize that I had already locked the door? No one was going to see us hhere, and we could do whatever we wanted.
And what I wanted right then was to get her mouth down on my dick and fucking use her. I wanted to see if she was as talented with that mouth as she was with those hands. I'd force her to swallow down my cock until she was practically choking with it, and then I'd whirl her around and bend her over the desk, pushing aside her panties and fucking her with her clothes still on, leaving her helpless with desire. She had to know the kinds of things she had been doing to me over the past few weeks. Those lingering looks and those sweet little gestures like bringing takeout food to my office hours. And that dress that she'd been wearing the first night that we went for drinks...
As distracted as I was with those thoughts, Jessi was able to twist free of me for a moment, and I was stunned when she reached up and slapped me hard across the face. “No,” she said firmly.
That made me lose it. Who did she think she was, pushing me away like that? I had already waited patiently until I could get her alone in my office, and I had built up her trust towards me because I knew that she was some small-town, suburban girl who needed stupid shit like that. Otherwise, I could have had her already, weeks ago.
She was acting as though I was totally out of line here, but she had been showing her interest in me before I'd even really been interested in her. No one else showed up to my office hours every single day, with questions that they could very easily have solved on their own. And what, did she think I was just helping her out and getting her that internship in Cleveland for free? Of course I expected something in return!
I growled and grabbed her wrists, forcing her around and bending her backwards over my desk, pinning her there. I moved so I was kneeling over her, forcing my thick cock down towards her face. “Look at me,” I snarled as she squeezed her eyes shut and turned away, tears hot on her cheeks.
When she didn't respond, I bent down and grabbed her hair, giving her a little shake. “Look at me,” I repeated. I was done playing her cat and mouse game.
She opened her eyes, looking right at my member.
“You see this boner?” I told her, keeping my hold in her hair. “This boner is the reason that you have a place in this department. It's the reason that you have a future in design. It's what's going to launch you into this industry. As soon as this goes away, you're going to be nothing. So I expect you to respect me and give me exactly what I want from you. Right now, I'm pretty sure you can guess what that is.”
Jessi whimpered and tried to turn her head away again as I brought my cock to her lips, but she couldn't go anywhere with the grip that I still had on her hair. I smeared my precum over her lips and pressed the tip against her entrance. “Suck,” I ordered her.
She was trembling underneath me, looking up at me with wide, scared eyes.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Sir?” came the night janitor's voice. “I'm just finishing up taking out the trash for the night and then we'll be locking up the building.”
I swore internally, grimacing at the man's words. The university required that everyone be out of the building prior to it being locked up for the night, for security's sake. That meant I didn't have time to fuck Jessi the way I really wanted to. She was lucky.
But I kind of liked the idea of being this close to getting off all over her and having to wait until next time.
“All right,” I called to the janitor. “Just let me pack up my things and I'll get out of here.”
I scowled down at Jessi as I climbed back off her. “Without me,” I told her in a low voice, “you're just some hick with a good head for math and a decent eye for design, but you'll never be anything in this industry; I'll make sure of it. In fact, I could have you thrown out of the program within the week if I wanted to. They don't take kindly to plagiarism here, and it would be such a shame if your design for this project was already copyrighted to someone else, wouldn't it?”
Jessi sniffled as she straightened her clothing, but she didn't say anything in response.
I laughed a little at her meekness and opened the door to let her out of my office. “I'll see you Monday during class,” I told her. “Have a good weekend.”